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They didn’t.
I wasn’t afraid of putting a bullet in one of them to prove it either.
“I know that.” My nostrils flared. “Why do you think I was put on his head?” I was grateful for the pain meds Rob gave me. If I wasn’t so agitated, I would have taken more time to appreciate how handsome he was. I didn’t have time for that shit, though.
Junior Baptiste needed to die.
Bakari had him right there on the fucking table. He could have ended his life and stopped the hostile takeover that Junior had planned for the Temple. Even though I wanted the man dead, I wasn’t lying to either Bakari or Maasai about the sliver of information I’d given them.
According to my intel, Junior’s men wanted to control who lived and died in Bellmore. Everyone who dealt in the underground knew who the real Gods of the city were. The Godwin brothers could have crushed every gang, every drug operation, every assassin if they wanted to. Luckily for everyone doing seedy shit, they were good guys.
“Why were you put on his head?” Bakari asked, tipping his head to the side. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he regarded me. Dark, thick lashes much too long to belong to a man who looked as rugged as him made me hesitate in my answer. I blinked a few times to dislodge his penetrating stare then looked at Maasai.
“My family, you know, the ones y'all like to talk so much shit about? They had intel about Junior wanting to flip the Temple onto his payroll. I was sent to stop that from becoming a possibility.” My words were shards of metal being pulled from my lips. Telling them anything about my family’s plans felt like a betrayal. Betrayal was handled by death in my family, no matter who you were.
The Sinclair’s were tight-knit. We were secretive because we had a lot of shit to protect. We were a family of hit men and women starting back with my great-great grandfather. I was the youngest Sinclair, the baby who wanted in on the family business.
Killing Junior Baptiste was my first big mission and I’d fucked it up. There should have been no way in hell he survived that shot but somehow, he moved just a centimeter to the side at the last minute and my bullet didn’t hit him in the carotid like I’d intended. My mother was going to have my fucking head when she found out.
“So all of a sudden, y'all are noble? Get the fuck out of here, man,” Bakari scoffed, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. Anger flared in my chest, making my bullet wound throb in tune with my heartbeat.
“Look, Sanai, without evidence, I’m not going off of your word. With everything you did tonight? You violated so many Temple rules and you know it. I’m sorry you missed your mark, but that’s not our problem. Junior is a paying member here just like you and dozens of others.”
Bakari cut Maasai off and said, “So you don’t have any fucking authority here like I said before.” His big brother shot him a stern look that he ignored to pin me with his stare.
“Fine. Revoke my membership. Whatever.” I was tired. Not just from arguing with them but from shooting myself just to get into the Temple. From shooting Junior. From…everything.
Now, I’d have to go home. I knew my mother would be waiting there. I could see the look on her face when I told her that Junior was still alive. A frown wrinkled my forehead as I constructed the script I’d have to recite when I saw her.
“Breeze, can I trust you to revoke her without a fight breaking out?” Maasai asked, a sigh teetering on the edge of his words.
“Why can’t Dice do it? I don’t want to look at her lil’ conniving ass any longer than I have to.”
“Fuck you, Bakari.”
“Maybe after all this settles down, I’ll give you the opportunity.” He blinked those bedroom eyes at me and I felt the urge to hit him again. Maasai moved out of the room, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. I was left there with Bakari Godwin, the youngest of the Godwin brothers and the most arrogant. I preferred dealing with Maasai. He was no nonsense whereas Bakari wasallnonsense.
“You really think I’d ever let you get close enough to even sniff my pussy? Please.” I flicked my hand at him and grabbed my heels from the floor, hooking the straps across my fingers before following him out of the room.
“Oh, you think I forgot that time at the Christmas party at the hospital?” he asked, still walking ahead of me. His powerful, long legs took easy strides that I had to keep up with. I cursed my short stature right then. I didn’t want to have to rush to keep up with his ass. Normally, being smaller helped me in situations where I had to hide but right now, I was stuck hurrying behind Bakari and his broad back and purposeful steps.
I hated that he brought up that fucking Christmas party. I didn’t respond to him. I didn’t want to because it meant I’d have to relive that night. I’d gotten too drunk and flirted too heavily. Stupid mistake but things screeched to a halt before we fucked. Thank god.
We stopped at a closed door and I took a moment to rest my back against the wall. The pain meds I was on had me off my game. Normally, I was in impeccable shape and could run a mile without struggling to catch my breath. Now, I felt sluggish and heavy.
Bakari pulled a card from his pocket and slid it through a card reader fixed to the heavy door. It beeped softly, then hissed open, and we both walked in. The lights flickered on at our presence and I squinted against the bright flash.
Two heavy wooden desks sat at opposite sides of the office. Both with desktops and printers sitting on top and various neat piles of paper stacked along the edge. Bakari sat at the desk closest to the door and sighed, turning on the monitor. I opted to stand instead of sit because I thought I would slip into a deep sleep if I relaxed too much. The throb that had been persistent and annoying in my arm was gone now.
“Give me your card,” he said, holding his hand out toward me. His palm was large and smooth. His long fingers were free of callouses and his nails were short, neat, and immaculately clean. I blinked, trying to push away the fog then I fished out my Temple ID card from my bra, slapping it in his palm.
His eyebrow hitched as he dragged his eyes up to mine. A smirk pulled up one side of his thick lips. “You keep it tucked in your titties?” The amusement in his deep voice worked its way under my skin. It scraped and burned at the same time.
“You’re a fucking doctor. You can’t find a better word to use besides titties?” I rolled my eyes and turned my head away from him, folding my arm over my chest so he couldn’t see the way my traitorous nipples got hard.
Bakari wouldn’t let my stare go. He held it captive as he brought the plastic ID card to his nose, sniffing it with a smug grin on his face that I wanted to slap off. My heart raced in my chest when he pulled his bottom lip between straight white teeth and grunted. It was a low almost inaudible sound that turned my knees to marshmallows.
“Smells good,” he told me with a wink.
