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“They hit the clubhouse,” Sniper sneers, his eyes coming to me. “Took out the side of the building where the kitchen was. Chelsea was in there. They took her before we could get her.”
“They came prepared,” Calyx remarks gruffly. “Explosion hit. They swarmed in. Had to cover the women. We were taking fire and couldn’t get to Chelsea. It’s on me, and for that, I’m sorry.”
“Anyone left alive?” Nines asks.
“No, my men and those that stayed behind took out those who swarmed us.”
I could see this was affecting Calyx nearly as much as it was getting to my brothers.
“We need to find her,” Storm whispers as one of the babies whimpers.
I meet her gaze as Blow takes the whimpering baby and wraps his other arm around his woman. “I’ll find her.” I nod and spin, glancing around at my surroundings. This whole thing doesn’t sit well with me. She calls to tell me what happened with Lacey, only for this shit to happen not moments later?
Scanning the area, I spot Lacey standing huddled with the other fallen harlots, looking scared out of her mind.
“Lucky,” Sniper calls my name, but I ignore him and the others as I storm away from them and stalk toward Lacey.
“Fuck, get him.” I hear Blow order.
Griz, Shiner, Surge, Keys, they all try to stop me, but there’s no stopping me from getting to my target. I stop right in front of her, wrap my hand around her neck, and squeeze.
“Who the fuck took my woman?” I demand, spit hitting her in the face.
“Luc-Lucky,” she gasps and claws at my wrists.
“Tell me,” I yell, my nose inches from hers.
“Brother, this isn’t the way,” Nines states darkly.
Ignoring my VP, I squeeze Lacey’s throat even tighter, her eyes widening.
“Tell me, bitch, who took my woman?”
“Brother, she can’t answer if you kill her,” Griz remarks. “Let her go so we can find out what the fuck she knows.”
Teeth clenched, I slowly loosen my hold and step back, not wanting her anywhere near me.
“Now that my brother didn’t choke your ass to death, start talking,” Blow commands, his voice deep and menacing.
“I . . . I don’t know what you mean,” she cries.
“Bullshit,” I sneer. “Chelsea called me. She told me what you said.”
“She’s lying,” Lacey’s cries turn to sobs. “I . . . I didn’t do anything to her. I swear. I didn’t. You have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to do jack fuckin’ squat. Now, start talking, bitch, before I decide to put a bullet between your eyes.”
“You . . . you would do that?” she asks nervously, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Without even blinking if it came down to it. I’ll take out anyone who stands in the way of my woman and me. So, if you value your damn life, then I suggest you start fuckin’ talking.”
This bitch is wasting my time, and I’m sick of the bullshit. With each moment that passes, it’s a moment I don’t know where Chelsea is or if she’s okay.
“I don’t know.” Lacey’s bottom lip wobbles, and she stares at me with those fake ass tears in her eyes.
I open my mouth to say something, only to shut it when Storm and Meadow shove through and get into Lacey’s space. Meadow grips what’s left of the bitch’s hair as Storm grabs hold of her throat.
“Stop playing around,” Storm snaps.
