Ravage Me (20 page)

Getting up, I walked back to the dressing room, immediately going to Stella’s locker. Picking up my cell, I called Buzz or Breaker, one of them. “I need bolt cutters, bring them to the dressing room, please.”

Within a few minutes, I was busting through the lock going through all of Stella’s shit, throwing out heels, bras, and thongs as I went. In the very back of the locker, was a metal box. Pulling it out, I tried to open it, finding it was locked. “B.Boys, can you get me a wire hanger and a small screwdriver, please.”

Busting through the lock and throwing open the case, I was not shocked to see that approximately twenty-five small bags of white powder with several bills filled the bottom of the box. “Taste this, please.” I opened one of the bags putting my pinky inside. Taking the tip, I placed it in one of the B.Boys mouths. “So?”

“Coke,” he said with no hesitation.

It’s what I assumed. Going through Moxie’s things, proved the same thing. I decided while I was at it; I’d check the rest of the girls shit, too. Their contract has a clause in it that they can be searched at any time. I was invoking that right. There were condoms and vibrators, but no drugs.

Looking at the B.Boys, “Buzz go find Stella and Moxie, please. Get them in here, now.” The man on the right nodded and took off.

The other man asked hesitantly, “What are you gonna do?”

“Kick their fucking asses out.” My voice was void of emotion. I needed to separate business from emotion.

Moxie and Stella came into the room, trying to wrench their arms away from Buzz, who wasn’t letting go. “So, ladies. Something you want to tell me?” Their eyes both snapped to me as their faces paled and looked like they were going to be sick. I couldn’t help feel a bit smug at their reaction, but I wouldn’t show it.

Neither of them spoke, but they stopped fighting Buzz, who now had let their arms go. “Found some stuff in your locker. Care to tell me about it.” I stood at the dressing table and put the two identical boxes in front of me, strumming my fingers on them rhythmically. “See… funny thing is. I found something in here that, while in my studio, is not allowed.” Moxie gulped loudly while Stella stood there motionless. “Dealing in the studio is gonna stop. You need to get your shit, and get out.”

Stella spooked out of her trance. “We have to sell, if we don’t, he’ll kill us.”

“Who?”

“Rabbit,” Son-of-a-fucking-bitch. I was sick of hearing that man’s name.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Something wasn’t right. Shit. “Call Tug, have him bring the cage, please. These two are coming with us,” I told the B.Boys.

“We can’t go with you. We have to be on stage.” Stella placed her hand on her hip as if that position would threaten me in any way.

“If you think you are ever going out on my stage again, you’re living in a fucking dreamland. We’re going to the club, and we’re gonna work this shit out.”

Relaying the information to Diamond and Pops, I actually felt unbelievably lucky to have these men in my corner. We’re not a traditional family, but we stood by each other no matter what. And I was glad to have them on my side. They said they’d talk to the girls. Pops wanted me to put the girls on lockdown, which meant locking them in the one room with no windows and the lock on the outside.

Diamond said he’d call a church as soon as the guys got back to figure this shit out. Until then, he wanted Studio X fully swept for any kind of drugs. That was Rocky and the B.Boys’ job.

Calling Liv and telling her that more of my guys were gonna be in went a lot smoother than I thought. She said the other girls were suspicious when all their shit was gone through, but it seemed that only Dallas knew what the two were up to. The rest were in the dark. This meant that the girls were selling to the men who watched them, not the dancers, which relieved a small part of me.

Curling up in bed, I wrapped my arms around Cooper, who was sound asleep. I knew I should put him in his crib, but I just couldn’t. This time I needed the snuggle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bullets went whizzing by my head one after another. This fucking deal didn’t go as planned, at all. It was supposed to be a simple fucking drop and out, but some other fuckers showed up. I didn’t recognize a single one, and no one had rags on.

As soon as we grabbed the cash, shots rang out, and we all jumped for cover, including Ransom’s crew. He obviously didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on either since he was fighting for his damn life, as well. I threw the duffle, with the cash, over my shoulder, keeping it tight against me. We kept firing back. All our guys were getting into position as best they could. We only had two automatics; the rest were 9mm.

Dagger and I were in the middle with G.T and Rhys on the right and Zed on the left. With one nod from Dagger, we all open-fired rapidly including Ransom and his crew. Rhys and Zed had the automatics, and they cleaned house pretty quickly.

Several of the fuckers took off running, we were able to nail a few of them, but one got off on foot. After making sure shit was clear, G.T and I took off after him our guns drawn as we ran. The fucker turned his arm sending off a few shots, but his aim was piss poor. Leaping into the air, I tackled him down to the ground with G.T. right on my tail.

G.T. kicked the guy’s gun away from his hand as I hit and punched the living shit out of him, his face turning red with blood. “Brother!” G.T. called, but fury was in my blood; I wanted this fucker to be taken out by my hands. “Brother!” he barked. “We need this one alive to tell us who the hell these fuckers are.” Coming up with some sort of control, I pulled back, looking at the battered man at my feet. I felt nothing but hatred for him.

Standing up, I moved away from the man on the ground, needing some air. “You got him?” I asked G.T. as the others were starting to approach.

“Yeah…” Walking off, I tried bringing myself down, but the high was too much. Anytime I fought and I mean really fought, for something, like the safety of those I loved, the adrenaline pulsed through me taking me a bit to settle down.

After coming back, the asshole was tied to a tree, hanging by his arms, his blood falling to the ground. It looked like the guys did a hell of a job on him. “Get anything.”

“Only thing this guy knows is his boss, Mr. Snider over there.” Dagger pointed to the dead man on the ground. “Got a call offering two hundred thousand to take us all out.”

“Anything else?”

“Nah. If he knew anything, we’d know. He’s just a piss-ant sent to do a job.” Dagger nodded as G.T. put a bullet in the guy’s head.

“What the fuck was that shit boys?” Ransom’s anger was palpable as his crew stood beside him guns in hand.

“Man. I don’t know what the fuck that was. Better question is how the hell they knew we were here?” Dagger turned on Ransom.

“If you think for one fucking second we said a goddamned word you’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Fuck!” Dagger grunted kicking the dead body at his feet. “What the fuck is going on here!”

“Don’t know. Get Mr. Snider’s phone, and trace all calls. Chances are he used a different one for the calls, but get it back to Buzz and have him work his magic,” I said standing in a sea of dead bodies. “We need to set this place ablaze and get rid of shit. Ransom we’ll figure this shit out.” He nodded as his crew climbed on their rides and rode quickly away.

This cleanup was too much to do individually; it would take way too long, and I wanted to get home to my boy and my girl. The old warehouse was off the beaten path, so we could keep the fire contained enough not to draw any attention until everything was gone. Question remained, who the hell wanted us all dead?

Riding back to Sumner, I just wanted to hold my son and my girl. They were the reason I breathed. I loved the club and my brothers. I’d do anything to protect all of them. Dagger had placed a call to Diamond and Pops before we left, so they knew what was going down.

Dagger seemed a little off after the call, but that was just Dagger. After six hours of riding, we pulled into the clubhouse which was dark and peaceful.

Walking into the clubhouse, Pops sat at the bar, nursing a Jack and Coke, while Buzz was continually wiped it down. “It’s late old man, whatcha doing up?”

When the other guys all followed me in, Pops announced, “Church at eight a.m. Get some sleep.” He dismissed us, or so I thought. “Cruz, stay here.”

Nodding to the guys as they went to their rooms, Buzz followed behind them with G.T. on his heals explaining what we needed done with the phone. “What’s going on?”

“I know you had a shit run, but you gotta hear this before you go in and see my girl.” The hair on the back of my neck stood to attention. Several possibilities began racing through my head and none of them good.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sidled up to the bar next to him reaching over for a beer.

Every word out of Pops’ mouth chimed in my head as he retold the events that had taken place. I was concerned, but pride also seeped in knowing that Princess went to the brothers and didn’t try to handle it herself. “What do they have to say?”

“Stella’s not talking, but I’m sure she would with the right persuasion. Moxie is. She says that about a year ago she was feeling pretty down and out. Her guy left her, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, Rabbit’s crew just showed up, offering her a pick me up. She was in such a shitty place she took it. She got addicted, ran up a huge debt, and the only way to get out was to sell, which she’s been doing for eight months.”

“They set her up, knowing Princess would be out soon.”

Pops nodded. “Moxie doesn’t know any of that. She just wanted to be high, but that’s my thought.”

“So, Babs has drugs in Studio X, gives an anonymous tip to the cops, they raid the place, find the drugs, and with Princess’s prior, nail her to the wall, and if she’s got her piece on her, that’s more trouble.” Pops stared at his drink. “So it’s the sure fire set up to put her back in. What’s the plan?”

“It’s getting deep. You ready for this son?”

“If it means protecting my family, ab-so-fucking-lutely.”

Pops slapped my back. “Don’t be late for church.” He got up, making his way down the hall to his room. After locking the shit up tightly, I needed to see my family.

Unlocking and opening the door, I could see the small bathroom light was on as it cast a soft glow in the room. Princess’s back was turned towards me. Walking over to Coop’s bed, my heart sunk when Cooper wasn’t inside. Searching quickly, my eyes landed on the bed next to Princess. Coop lay curled up in a ball with Princess’s arm wrapped around him tightly. Both were sound asleep.

Moving closer, I reached down to scoop Cooper up and put him in his crib. Before I could get him fully up, a gun was placed at my head while a groggy Princess got her bearings. “Get away from my boy!” she barked, her eyes hazy from sleep.

“Baby, it’s me,” I said softly as recognition instantly hit her. She lowered the gun and placed it back under the pillow.

“Sorry. I’ve been a little jumpy,” she said, rubbing her eyes looking down at Coop. “I just wanted to hold him.”

“Baby, you don’t need to be sorry for that.” Scooping Cooper up, I placed him in his bed quietly shutting the door behind me. “I missed you, Baby,” I said, kneeling besides the bed.