Page 24 of Jabba's Journey

Chapter Thirteen

Jabba

The irony isn’t loston me that we’ve had more meetings lately than ever before.Especiallysince Electra and I completed our mate bond. It seems as though whatever’s coming for us, for both clubs, has all three women receiving messages from a higher power or some shit. The only problem is, we have no clue how to decipher any of the messages being shown to them. It’s beyond frustrating at this point.

We sit around our table, which isn’t as well-worn as the Spiked Raiders, of course and watch as Cyrus dials Corbin’s number.

“Fuck, Cyrus, seems we’re talking almost every day,” Corbin growls out through the line, sounding none too happy about the myriad of calls and get-togethers passing through the clubs.

“Yeah, fucker, I said the same fucking thing. Tell me again why we’re getting along?” Cyrus retorts.

“Because our mates and daughters like each other and there’s no fucking way I’ll disappoint Sage and keep her away from Jazzy,” Corbin says. “So, why are you calling? Shit hit the fan last night.”

“Same here. Both Harmony and Jabba’s mate, Electra, woke up from suffocating nightmares that they can’t remember,” Cyrus advises his brother. “Something’s coming, and it’s big.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. The question is what?” Corbin snorts.

Bandit interjects and says, “We’re considering going on a soft lockdown, Corbin, so at least the women and Jazzy are kept safe.”

“We’re tossing that idea around here as well,” Corbin replies.

“What does Big Daddy have to say?” I ask. “Has anything like this happened in the past? Before y’all can remember maybe?”

Big Daddy’s voice booms through the line as he says, “Not a fucking thing. We’ve had issues over the years, of course, but ever since Karsyn and Harmony came into the family, we’ve dealt with Death and then the Red Caps. Now that Jabba’s mated to Electra, it seems to have triggered something that has yet to be revealed.”

“Fuck,” Cyrus hisses out, his teeth clenched. “What could we have done that’d put a target on our backs?”

“We’ve found our mates,” I insert. “It’s the only thing that’s changed.”

“And it can’t be coincidence that they’ve in a way reunited the Raiders and the Howlers,” Big Daddy rumbles.

“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Cyrus grumbles, slamming his fists against the table. “Especially since attacks only started when Corbin and I mated Karsyn and Harmony.”

“So, who are the real targets then? You guys or the girls?” Bandit poses the question, causing the room to go silent.

“There has to be more to the lore than what we’ve found,” Prowler states, then reiterates, “There has to be more to it.”

“But we have no leads to follow to figure out what that could be,” I add.

“Are we missing a key piece to the puzzle? A person or persons, maybe?” Bandit asks. “Because from where I’m standing, there’s a big blank in the warning.”

“What can we do? Sit back and wait for more dreams or try and find more mates?” Prowler inquires.

“I don’t like the way Electra screams out when she’s stuck in a nightmare,” I snarl. “Not one bit.”

I don’t care if it makes me sound like a pussy either; seeing her writhing in terror last night, the sheets tangled around her sweaty body nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.

“Yeah, me either,” Cyrus says. “Rather her be screaming my name in pleasure instead.”

“TMI, brother dear,” Corbin drawls, causing all of us to burst into laughter.

Yet, just that little bit of levity seems to settle us, and I presume the group that’s at Corbin’s clubhouse as well. Maybe now we can put our thinking caps on and figure out what the fuck’s goingon before something we can’t come back from happens to one of us and we end up hurt or worse.

Dead. I mean, it takes a lot to kill a shifter, contrary to what fiction tries to say when it comes to taking us out. Literally, there are only two ways; remove our head from our body or our heart from our chest. Since we have extraordinary speed, agility, and strength, it’s next to impossible for a mere human to get close enough to even try.

“What the fuck ever,brother dear,” Cyrus sneers, his constricted eyes aimed toward the phone’s receiver. “We’re going on a soft lockdown until we manage to dig something consequential up. And while I don’t want my mate enduring another nightmare like she had last night, if she has one, I’ll see about asking her questions that may help jog her memory. Maybe she’ll answer, maybe she won’t, but it’s better than feeling totally useless.”

“I’ll do the same,” I advise. “I do know she yelled that I had lied to her, which I’ve never done.”

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