Withstanding Me
Page 28
“No, just from Club Sated. Realistically, it would be hard to do it from all the land I wanna buy. I want my girls to be able to run if they need to…” she trails off.
And now I get it. With all the shit happenin, she wants a safe harbor for the dancers she has.
My phone rings, disturbing my time with Angel.
I hate when we’re interrupted, but when I see the unknown number, my anger turns to curiosity.
“Breaker,” I snap into the telephone.
"It's Cage. Break... neck. Fucking breakneck."
My body sits at full alert and I grip the piece of shit cellphone tightly. I haven't spoken with Cage in years. Not only has he just called Breakneck, but his voice is tight and laced with an extreme amount of worry and anger.
"Cage, brother. What's up?"
"Cuts me f**king deep needing to make this call, Braxx. Got a situation and it isn't a situation I can take care of."
Oh shit. Cage is straight as they come legal wise. I met the dude on a charity ride years back. It was a dark time for him. He just got outta the service, and the dude was f**ked up. He was grieving his sister. I can't imagine a pain like that, nor do I wanna.
"Name it, brother." I say to him as I kiss Angel on the forehead, lifting her resting legs off of me so I can stand.
"My girl, f**k...there isn't enough time to explain the six degrees of f**ked up I found myself in. My girl’s nephew. The other grandparents took him, snatched him right out of bed, and didn’t leave anything pretty behind. Her mother is critical and questionable. Best I can find is they took him your way. Braxx, I won't let anyone hurt what is mine. Never again. This ends." Cage's voice comes out over the phone very lethal and deadly calm. I look over at Angel and see curiosity written all over her face. With the lockdown and shit, this is a bad time, a really bad f**king time. But Cage is a brother from my past, and I can't turn my back on him.
"Cage, brother, I need you to say what you need from me?"
"I'll be in Vegas in twelve hours tops. Got to find my boy and bring him home. I wouldn't be making this call if I didn't need you. Turn that shit red, Braxx."
Turn that shit red? With f**kin pleasure.
"It's done, Breakneck. Headed that way. Dial me again when in Vegas."
"As soon as I land. Owe you big, brother." Cage says into the phone before hanging up. He doesn't owe me shit. But we don't have time to argue semantics right now.
I hang up my phone with a small groan. Angel and I just got married, the club is on lockdown, and my wife has a damn hit her ass hired by her own f**kin flesh and blood. I have no idea how she’s gonna take this blow.
“I’ve gotta go outta town, baby.”
I wait for my words to sink into her beautiful f**kin head.
“You’ve gotta go outta town?” She repeats my words slowly. “This is a shit time for a road trip!”
I need to explain this to her.
“Baby… the friend of mine I just got off the phone with, he needs me. He’s like one of the brothers… only he’s straight laced. Sometimes friends call on me to do what they can’t. You feel me, Angel.”
I start to sit down next to her when she jumps up, her laptop falling to the floor with her quick movement. Shit, she’s pissed.
“Braxxon, do I need to remind you we just got married last month? That I have a hit on my ass and that my mother is due here in just a few weeks? Does my life being in danger mean that little to you?”
I growl like a f**kin lion about to rip apart its prey as I grab her by the shoulders. “Your life is the only one that counts. My brothers, my family, our family won’t let anything f**kin happen to you! Do you f**kin think for one second I would leave you here if I didn’t trust them with your life?”
She sighs, realizing my words are nothing but the truth. She wraps her arms around me and slams her body to mine, digging her head into my chest as her fingers clutch at my cut.
“He’s that good of a friend?” She mumbles, her voice muffled against my body.
I pull her away, forcing her sexy gold eyes to mine.
“Angel, he is. He’s like us, trying to build happiness in his own little f**ked up world. And right now his happiness it being threatened. I can fix this for my brother, do you understand?”
“How long?” Her voice trembles with her question. She’s so f**kin strong but what it all boils down to is that I’m her weakness and she is mine.
“A week tops. You know me baby, your man gets shit done fast,” I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. She nods and I can see everything that’s rippin through her mind fly across her eyes as they continue to search mine. “I’ve gotta call chapel and get shit in order. Do you think you can handle packin your husband’s shit?”
“Yeah, where do you keep your saddle bag?” She asks, pulling away from me.
“In my old room in the closet, bottom right corner.”
She smiles slowly and takes off to grab it before turning around in thought.
“What sorta things should I pack? Clothes wise?”
I narrow my eyes. “Dark shit I can burn before comin home. Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Go handle the brothers while I act all domestic and shit.”
I shake my head laughing. She’s back. She’s done wallowing. Fuckin love the shit outta my wife. My laughing stops as I watch her walk away. I swear to f**kin all hell in back my brothers better not let even a fly so much as land on her while I’m gone.
And now I get it. With all the shit happenin, she wants a safe harbor for the dancers she has.
My phone rings, disturbing my time with Angel.
I hate when we’re interrupted, but when I see the unknown number, my anger turns to curiosity.
“Breaker,” I snap into the telephone.
"It's Cage. Break... neck. Fucking breakneck."
My body sits at full alert and I grip the piece of shit cellphone tightly. I haven't spoken with Cage in years. Not only has he just called Breakneck, but his voice is tight and laced with an extreme amount of worry and anger.
"Cage, brother. What's up?"
"Cuts me f**king deep needing to make this call, Braxx. Got a situation and it isn't a situation I can take care of."
Oh shit. Cage is straight as they come legal wise. I met the dude on a charity ride years back. It was a dark time for him. He just got outta the service, and the dude was f**ked up. He was grieving his sister. I can't imagine a pain like that, nor do I wanna.
"Name it, brother." I say to him as I kiss Angel on the forehead, lifting her resting legs off of me so I can stand.
"My girl, f**k...there isn't enough time to explain the six degrees of f**ked up I found myself in. My girl’s nephew. The other grandparents took him, snatched him right out of bed, and didn’t leave anything pretty behind. Her mother is critical and questionable. Best I can find is they took him your way. Braxx, I won't let anyone hurt what is mine. Never again. This ends." Cage's voice comes out over the phone very lethal and deadly calm. I look over at Angel and see curiosity written all over her face. With the lockdown and shit, this is a bad time, a really bad f**king time. But Cage is a brother from my past, and I can't turn my back on him.
"Cage, brother, I need you to say what you need from me?"
"I'll be in Vegas in twelve hours tops. Got to find my boy and bring him home. I wouldn't be making this call if I didn't need you. Turn that shit red, Braxx."
Turn that shit red? With f**kin pleasure.
"It's done, Breakneck. Headed that way. Dial me again when in Vegas."
"As soon as I land. Owe you big, brother." Cage says into the phone before hanging up. He doesn't owe me shit. But we don't have time to argue semantics right now.
I hang up my phone with a small groan. Angel and I just got married, the club is on lockdown, and my wife has a damn hit her ass hired by her own f**kin flesh and blood. I have no idea how she’s gonna take this blow.
“I’ve gotta go outta town, baby.”
I wait for my words to sink into her beautiful f**kin head.
“You’ve gotta go outta town?” She repeats my words slowly. “This is a shit time for a road trip!”
I need to explain this to her.
“Baby… the friend of mine I just got off the phone with, he needs me. He’s like one of the brothers… only he’s straight laced. Sometimes friends call on me to do what they can’t. You feel me, Angel.”
I start to sit down next to her when she jumps up, her laptop falling to the floor with her quick movement. Shit, she’s pissed.
“Braxxon, do I need to remind you we just got married last month? That I have a hit on my ass and that my mother is due here in just a few weeks? Does my life being in danger mean that little to you?”
I growl like a f**kin lion about to rip apart its prey as I grab her by the shoulders. “Your life is the only one that counts. My brothers, my family, our family won’t let anything f**kin happen to you! Do you f**kin think for one second I would leave you here if I didn’t trust them with your life?”
She sighs, realizing my words are nothing but the truth. She wraps her arms around me and slams her body to mine, digging her head into my chest as her fingers clutch at my cut.
“He’s that good of a friend?” She mumbles, her voice muffled against my body.
I pull her away, forcing her sexy gold eyes to mine.
“Angel, he is. He’s like us, trying to build happiness in his own little f**ked up world. And right now his happiness it being threatened. I can fix this for my brother, do you understand?”
“How long?” Her voice trembles with her question. She’s so f**kin strong but what it all boils down to is that I’m her weakness and she is mine.
“A week tops. You know me baby, your man gets shit done fast,” I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. She nods and I can see everything that’s rippin through her mind fly across her eyes as they continue to search mine. “I’ve gotta call chapel and get shit in order. Do you think you can handle packin your husband’s shit?”
“Yeah, where do you keep your saddle bag?” She asks, pulling away from me.
“In my old room in the closet, bottom right corner.”
She smiles slowly and takes off to grab it before turning around in thought.
“What sorta things should I pack? Clothes wise?”
I narrow my eyes. “Dark shit I can burn before comin home. Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Go handle the brothers while I act all domestic and shit.”
I shake my head laughing. She’s back. She’s done wallowing. Fuckin love the shit outta my wife. My laughing stops as I watch her walk away. I swear to f**kin all hell in back my brothers better not let even a fly so much as land on her while I’m gone.
