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“My men followed them.”
“And the guys who dropped them off?” I ask.
“We’re looking for them now. They took off after dumping the bodies while my guys were focused on saving the women.”
I nod in appreciation. “Did they hear anything at the party? Who might be responsible for this?”
“Only your name was mentioned, but I’m looking into it. I don’t find it to be a coincidence that my men were invited to a party they thought you were hosting only weeks after my shipment was ambushed and our men were killed.”
“Fuck,” Micah hisses. “Someone is trying to fuck with us. Possibly pit us against each other.”
“Anyone come to mind who might hate you?” Ricky asks. “Normally, I’d say it’s business-related, but leaving two women for dead on your doorstep? That screams personal.”
“No damn clue,” Micah tells him, “but we’re going to find out.”
“And when we do, whoever is fucking with us is dead,” I add, because Ricky is right, this shit just got personal. It’s one thing to fuck with us and our business, but to go after two innocent women. Fuck that.
After discussing this a bit more, Ricky takes us to see Olga, who’s barely awake, but who will thankfully—according to the doctor—make a full recovery.
“It goes without saying that I’ll cover all of this,” I tell Ricky, referring to the cost of the doctor and making sure Olga is taken care of. I’ll also be contacting Issa’s family to cover the cost of her funeral expenses.
“I need to hold a meeting at the club,” I tell Micah once we’re back in the vehicle. “Those women never should’ve agreed to a private party outside of Elite or Wanderlust.”
“I’m putting extra security on Sienna and the girls,” Micah says.
Speaking of which...Micah’s phone, which is hooked up to Bluetooth, goes off, and he clicks answer. “Hellcat, everything okay?” I can hear the worry in his voice. This has shaken him up. Before he became a family man, shit like this would’ve gotten his adrenaline rushing, but since Sienna and his daughters, he works hard to make sure this type of stuff doesn’t happen so his family isn’t placed at risk.
“Yeah, you left without waking me up.” I can practically hear the pout in her voice.
“I’m sorry,” he tells her. “Some shit hit the fan at work, and Lincoln and I had to go deal with it.”
“Oh, Lincoln’s with you? Perfect! Your parents want to meet for brunch. I’ll text you the location. We’re on our way, and Ellie’s meeting us there too.”
“Okay, baby. See you soon.”
I chuckle over the fact that she doesn’t even ask, just demands, and Micah doesn’t argue. Simply agrees. I used to think it was because he was pussy-whipped, but now, I’m starting to get it. He loves Sienna and wants to see her happy. He’s not pussy-whipped—his wife owns his heart. All these years, I didn’t understand it. Couldn’t imagine a woman ruling my every move. But now, when I do something that makes Ellie happy, and she hits me with that beautiful smile, I absolutely get it. Because that’s all I want—for Ellie to be happy.
Fuck, Ellie! I left without letting her know. I consider calling her, but then I glance over at Micah and change my mind. We’re going to need to have a conversation about Ellie and me, but now isn’t the time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ELLIE
I wakeup to an empty bed and a sore body—thanks to being thoroughly fucked—and sigh, wondering when I became such a pushover. I blame Lincoln. I’ve been in love with him for so long that I allow my feelings for him to cloud my judgement. Any other guy playing this hot and cold game would’ve been thrown to the curb, but when Lincoln goes all caveman and demands I’m his, I turn into a puddle of Jell-O. I should be stronger than that, demand that he stop playing games, but the expert way he works my body is enough to drive me to stupidity. I’m calling it dick brain. Lincoln fills me with his dick, and I turn into a dumbass.
My phone pings with a text, and when I open it, I find a message from Sienna asking to meet everyone for brunch. I don’t know who everyone is, but I’m assuming she’s referring to her and my nieces, so when I show up at the restaurant she messaged, I’m confused to find Donna and Michael there as well.
“Hey, sis!” Sienna says, getting up to give me a hug—well, as much of one that she can give with both of us being pregnant. “The guys are on their way.” Hmm, nice of Lincoln to let me know.
She pulls back and looks down at my belly and grins. “You seriously have the cutest bump. Why can’t mine be this adorable?”
“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “Yours is adorable. You’re just almost eight months along, while I’m barely half-baked.”
“How are you feeling?” Donna asks. It’s been a little awkward with Michael since they found out I was expecting Lincoln’s baby, but Donna has been sweet, texting me to make sure I’m okay.
“I’m good,” I tell her, walking over and giving her a kiss on her cheek before I sit down. Sienna sits on one side, with Brooklyn and London on each side of her. So, I leave the chair open for Micah to sit with his family and sit on the other side between Donna and the empty seat.
We’re just ordering drinks when the guys stroll in, intense expressions on their faces.
