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“Trappa, just give me twenty-four hours. That’s all I ask. Talk to Balthazar and he’ll let you know everything. Believe me, these people are not coming to you for anything good,” Janae states.

There is silence before Trappa says, ‘Twenty-four hours, Nae Nae.” The line goes dead.

“Oh, fuck,” Nina says, pulling her phone out.

This is not good, no good at all. If Santiago is hitting Trappa up to get information on the Kourakos, then they know we are here in Dallas.

Chapter 11

Xander

After Nina called Zarto let us know about Janae’s call from Trappa, I was livid. These motherfuckers know we live around Dallas and my next instinct was to get there in case they tried to get at the ladies. While I trust Brian and the other guards to protect them with their lives, I feel no one could keep them more protected than us.

“Apparently, Eduardo has done his homework and found out we’re in the Dallas area but the only thing he’ll find is the condo’s in our names. The houses, Elite, and everything else is in our decoy names,” Zar says sitting on the edge of Yiannis’ desk.

Alistair who was rubbing an apple on his shirt, states, “So, they know we live in Dallas, and if they have someone on the level of Tech, there’s only a matter of time they will discover the decoys. I say we head back to Dallas now and get ready for their asses. Yiorgos isn’t new to this, so I’m sure he can handle things here while we go back.” He turns to Yiannis and Sebastian. “Just like everyone here, I can’t have anything happen to my family and I’m not there to protect them.”

“I know, son. Making sure all of them are safe is our top priority. I’ll make a call to the Captain to make sure the jet is ready to go,” Yiannis responds, pulling out his cell phone.

“Zar,” Mike calls. “In the meantime, I can get in touch with a couple of my colleagues to have the ladies sent to one of our safe houses. It’s in a remote area about sixty miles outside of the city. No one other than my crew knows about this place. Santiago and his people will never be able to find them there.”

Zar rubs his beard. “That’s probably a good idea. I don’t want them anywhere near the city or our homes until we get this taken care of.”

Mike glances over to Tech, then says, “Call Thing One and Two. Give them the rundown, then Zar’s address. Tell them to take the ladies to Mecca.”

“Roger, that,” Tech returns, getting up, then leaving the room.

“The girls are not going to like this,” Zar murmurs.

“They’ll just have to get over it, but what I want to know,” Alistair starts, staring at Mike. “Mike, you and your crew have told us tidbits about your security company, but with all these gadgets and code names, I’m starting to think there’s more to it. I have my suspicions, but I want you to tell us.”

Mike, Lethal, Venom, and Blade grin wide, eyeing each other before Mike replies, “Whatever suspicions you have are probably true. Me and my men were in the Black Ops and when we retired, a lot of us either didn’t have families to go home to or had a hard time adjusting back to civilian life. I started the security company as a way for us to stick together and help one another. My crew, most of whom you all have met, were under my leadership in the service and still are now. We thought we retired from the service, but certain factions of the government will call upon us from time to time for our expertise.”

“I knew it, I knew it,” Alistair boasts, hitting his knee.

“Well, damn,” Zar chuckles. “Okay, so everyone has these nicknames...what’s yours?”

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