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Nina bites her bottom lips, causing me to groan. “I love you, too, Balthazar. Now go.”

I can’t help it, I take her lips, giving her kiss so fucking hot Nina moans. The sound of GeeGee clearing her throat behind us doesn’t even stop me.

“Well, damn,” Janae snickers.

“That’s enough,” GeeGee says, pulling us apart. “Boy, take your ass on. Nina ain’t going nowhere.” Nina and I laugh as I steal another kiss, then leave out of the door.

Chapter 13

Balthazar

After changing our clothes in the garage, Alistair, Xander, and I loaded the weapons in Beast, then left the house to meet the others at Elite. Halfway there, Mike called again, but this time it was to inform us that Trent had arrived at his club, heavily guarded. Guarded or not, they weren’t going to stop me from getting to his ass. Mike also informed that he would be emailing over photos of the inside of the building, letting us know which way to go and also where to find the bigwigs and Trent’s office. He said there was a view of a hall with a door but he couldn’t access what was inside the room. We were going to find out. Maybe Trent kept his stash there or guns.

As we pulled into the parking lot of Elite, Xander drove the Beast around to the back and parked along the row six black Yukon’s. We got out, and I enter the code to the back door. Hendrix, Frankie, and the others were waiting on us in my back conference room.

Everyone focuses on us as we enter. Hendrix and Frankie stood at the front of the room as twelve of my best men sat in the conference chairs waiting for their orders. They were dressed in all black like us and strapped with guns. My men were ready to go into battle with me. That’s loyalty for your ass.

“Thank you, gentlemen. I’m sure Hendrix and Frankie have given you specifics for tonight’s raid. We are going in for one thing and one thing only, take out Trent Ganino and his men. If at all possible, do not shoot any innocents. There will be some very important people in the building and pictures will be taken of each and every one of them. Keep your face covered at all times and do not speak to anyone other than our crew. I want the members and their playthings tied up and escorted to the back of the building. We will be broken up into four teams. Three of you will be with me and Alistair, three sets with Xander, Hendrix, and Frankie. Xander will you pull up the photos Mike sent?”

Xander nods. He taps on the keyboard of the laptop on the table. Seconds later, pictures of the front and back of Trent’s club appears on the projection screen on the wall.

I point to the two goons standing at the entrance. “Once we get there, the security system will be disabled. Those two assholes will be easy to pick off first. Two teams will enter the entrance and two in the rear. Next pictures, Xander.”

Over the next hour, we went over our plan of execution. I’m confident in my men. These are the same men who fought alongside my brother, Xander, Hendrix, Frankie, and me when we had the last war with the Ganino’s.

Once everyone knew their roles, it was time for us to go turn Trent’s world upside down. Each team climbed in the SUV’S, a total of four vehicles with fake license plates on them, heading to the other side of the Dallas.

“What’s it looking like in there, Mike,” I asked over the Bluetooth in Beast. We’re five minutes from the club.

“Your boys still there, looks like he’s making his rounds, greeting the clients. And speaking of clients, fucking Judge Shaw, Major Shaw, is in here and let me tell you, the man is a freak,” Mike chuckles.

I smirk. Judge Shaw is very influential in the city and to have him in my back pocket could come in handy in the future. Plus, I heard he was a racist who threw the book at a lot of minorities for the smallest charge.

“Make sure you get duplicates of his pictures,” I tell him.

“Absolutely! I’m still trying to get access to that back room, but honestly, I don’t think there’s any camera’s in it,” Mike adds.

I wonder what Trent has in there. “Don’t worry about it. We just hit the block. We’ll be pulling up in one minute.” I look at my watch. “Shut the system down in three minutes.”

“On it,” Mike says ending the call.

I call Hendrix’s phone next.

“What’s up, Zar,” he answers.

“Mike’s shutting everything down in less than three minutes. Remember, we need to be in and out within thirty minutes. Any longer might bring attention,” I remind him.

“Got it,” he replies as his SUV and Frankie’s veer off to the right, going to the front of the building. They were taking out any of Trent’s men in the front while hitting the playrooms. The rest of us drive to the back, our point of entry.

We parked the SUV’S behind the building on the left. After arming ourselves, we pulled our black masks over our heads. Only our eyes could be seen. We then hustled to the rear entrance. Three men stood outside, smoking cigarettes, and talking. Alistair aimed his Glock with a silencer on it and rapidly hit each one before they knew what hit them.

Moving closer to the door, we stealthily stay in the shadows, avoiding the lights in the alley. No lights are lit up on the security panel as we reach it. Xander reaches for the doorknob with his glove covered hand. He twists it and then pushes the door open. The idiots must have left it unlocked while they took their smoke break.

Stepping over the bodies, the rest of us go inside behind Xander. Hearing the screams coming from the end of the hallway, Hendrix, Frankie, and their teams are already inside.

We rush down the hall. When it opens into two directions, Xander and his crew take the left while we take the right. Trent’s men meet us, firing their weapons. We drop low as bullet whiz by us, returning shots. We take them down with kill shots either to the head or heart since it was clear they weren’t wearing vests.

We continue on until we get to another hallway. A man with a gag ball strapped around his mouth and a collar around his neck, sticks his head out of one of the three doors located down the hall. When he sees us, his eyes buck as he quickly jerks his head back inside, then slams the door close. Well, if it wasn’t Congressman Ben Sterling. I hope Mike got some good pictures of him.

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