Page 61 of Papa's Beloved
I’ve got to call Jimmy. No, I need to call Gambit. Linden needs to die tonight and, while we’re at it, it’s time to round up Doctor Fuckface.
I put the test back where I found it and wash my hands before pulling my phone out of my back pocket. I pull up Gambit’s contact info and call him. He picks up on the second ring.
“How’s Nay?”
“Did Stormy tell you everything?”
“No, just that she called you from work for Nay.”
“She’s pregnant. I want security doubled and Montgomery picked up. It’s time to take out the trash and make sure my baby doesn’t have that scum to worry about.”
“Four more days brother and he and Dawgs are going down. You only need to keep your cool for four more days. Have you told Jimmy yet?”
“No, I’ll wait until Nay wakes up and we can talk. I’m going to cook for her while she’s sleeping. Maybe Stormy could get something for nausea from Doc without giving anything away.”
“I’m on it,” Gambit says. “Call me back if you need anything, brother.”
Instead of texting a prospect for the items I need, I text Jimmy. He’s staying in one of our guest rooms on the secondfloor. He responds immediately, saying he’ll grab the stuff and bring it. I tell him to bring a buddy. He may not be in the club, but he’s wearing my face.
With nothing but time and energy to burn, I step out on the balcony and fire up a blunt. I call the hospital and get an update on Wrath while I wait for my brother. He’s in stable condition and improving daily. One of his biological brothers has been by his side the whole time.
His parents were there before we left the other day. Willow, their sister, is running back and forth between the hospital and everyone’s houses.
Jimmy arrives an hour later with everything we need to make smoked turkey and andouille gumbo, beans and greens, cornbread, and sugar cream pie.
“What are you keeping from me?” Jimmy asks.
“Is your twin sense tingling?”
“It is.”
“I can’t tell you, but you can go wash your hands in the master bath.”
My brother gave me a quizzical look, but did what I suggested. He came back a few minutes later with a smile on his face.
“I bet you have twins.”
I chuckle. “Maybe, but twins don’t run in her family. She’s upset about it because of Linden. We haven’t talked, but I’m guessing that’s what made her so upset earlier.”
I filled my twin in on today’s earlier events. We talk while he makes the pie crust and I start the gumbo. His crust is better than mine. Mom made sure all her boys knew how to cook.
There’s six of us in all. Jimmy and I are the youngest. Our older brothers, in order, are Malik, Shamar, and Daniel.
“Mama knows about the ring. She’s waiting for you to call her.”
“Nay and I will call her tonight or tomorrow. It depends on how my beloved feels. We can FaceTime her and she can see Nay wearing the ring.”
“I still can’t believe you dropped that kinda change on a ring. Being a biker pays well.”
I chuckle. “We have several successful businesses. Not to mention all the money I’ve made with black ops over the last five years.”
“Maybe I should move to New Orleans and prospect.”
“You’ll hate that part of it. You have to take orders from every patched member and the ol’ ladies.”
“I’ve seen your ol’ ladies. They can boss me around any time they want to.”
“Careful bro. We bikers are possessive of our women.”