Page 53 of Papa's Beloved
“We’ll go by Ruby’s on our way to the market. Thanks, brother. Blue, you're up.”
Blue is a former Naval Intelligence and one of the top chess players in the world. The man’s a brilliant strategist.
“Gambit, Nitro, Boomer, Hollywood, Saber, Wizard, Dakota, Brick, Cobra and Demon head to the compound. We’ll have to use runners until we can figure out who or what’s blocking the signal. Second team Papa, Smoke, Everest, Angel, Decker, Wrath, Outlaw, Saint, Doc, and I will head toward Jackson Square.”
We take off, diving into the two groups. Papa and I take the lead. We continue on I-10 E while the rest of our brothers take 610 toward the compound. Traffic isn’t too bad. It slows down a few times but doesn’t come to a halt. We’re a little more than half a mile from the Superdome when traffic comes to a dead stop.
Smoke pulls toward the emergency lane, then nods. We take off, single file, to the nearest off ramp. Unfortunately, we’re not the only ones with the idea, and a few cars pull out in front of us, nearly causing a collision. One by one, we finally made it onto the off ramp and to the nearest side street.
A half-mile from the off ramp, all hell breaks loose. Guns firing from all directions. We walked into a fucking ambush.
I motion for us to go down. I get low and lean to the left. The bullets closest to me came from the other direction. Scanning the street, I find an SUV parked not far. I ride right behind it, using it as cover before pulling out my black gold-plated Desert Eagle with a fourteen round clip. Beloved gave it to me as a gift.
In the end, four of us quickly group around the vehicle with our sleds at our backs. Everest is facing away from the street, scanning the area. Blue is doing the same while Smoke and I shoot back from behind the vehicle.
Several rounds are exchanged. I hear cries of men getting hit and look around to see if it’s ours. Wrath is slumped over behind a car.
“Fuck. Cover me!” I yell, running toward my fallen brother.
Chapter 40
Nay
Mayhem polishes off his meal before any of us ladies can finish ours. I’d just flagged the server when Tully came running through the dining room.
“Are your phones down?”
I pickup my phone and see I have no bars.
“It’s probably just an outage. A company had one last week for a few hours,” I say.”
Everyone checks their phones. No signals.
“There’s no way all the carriers are down,” Stormy says, after everyone around the table confirms there’s no cellular service.
“Who has cash? Let’s pay and get out of here.
We pull enough money from our wallets for the tab plus a generous tip, not bothering with the leftovers. The server takes our cash wordlessly.
“I’ll take up the rear, Tully. You lead us out.”
This could be some random event, but the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. Something is wrong. I feel a sudden sharp pain and gasp for breath.
“Papa. We’ve got to get to Papa. He's in trouble.”
“What?” Lucia asks.
“How do you know?” Stormy asks.
“What’s going on?” Mayhem asks.
“It’s a feeling. It’s like the night I came home early to find my dad and uncle plotting.”
Tully nods his head, turns back around and starts toward the door. We make it maybe ten feet before my blood runs cold.Three men stand in Tully’s path. The one in the middle makes me want to puke. Linden Danvers looks at me with a smirk.
“What’s the hurry, Chardonnay? Don’t you have time to say hello to your uncle?”
I hear the ladies gasp and the men growl. The prospects know Linden is on top of the King’s shit list. While they may not be privy to all the goings on inside the club, they know the important things. Like who to keep a watch for.