Page 72 of Demon's Savior
"Kira, sweetheart can you give us a minute?" I ask.
"No, Austin. I’ve been dealing with most of this mess while you were hurt."
"Kira, this is not up for discussion. I do not want you part of this shit!"
"Well too damn bad, Austin Tyler, because I'm in the middle of it."
"Think about the baby. You don’t need the stress, sweetheart."
"Wait...what baby?" Razor eyes widened as a smile grows on Uncle's face. "No fucking way! I'm going to be an uncle?"
"Austin, I wanted to tell Dani first!" Kira laughs and slaps me on the arm.
"Why the hell did you want to tell her first?” Razor asks. “I'm your brother and bestie. I should be the next to know."
"Shut up, you idiot!" Kira laughs as Razor pouts.
"My only mpwa is going to be a mother." Abasi places a hand on her shoulder. "This would have been a great day for my brother."
"He would have made a wonderful grandfather." Kira smiles. Abasi nods in agreement.
"But I think my nephew has a good point, mpwa. This discussion is not good for the baby. I’ll have Dinka escort you home."
"But I can help!"
Razor places his hand on her shoulder. "Not with this. Go home and eat and come back in a couple of hours."
"Okay...Okay...you all don't have to gang up on me. But get all this done before I get back." She places a kiss on my lips and leaves the room.
As soon as the door shuts, I turn my attention to the two men that I trust my life with the most.
"How bad is it, Razor?"
"I'm not sure, D, but we need to know who would have had the balls to cook some shit like this up.'"
"Nephew, I'm going to be honest with you. This is not some low-level shit. I believe the Koshenko girl when she says this Adrian was hired by someone else." Uncle sits down in the chair across from Razor. "This Adrian would have not attempted this unless his reward was great. You are the most powerful motorcycle club in the South and possibly on the East Coast."
"Did she give you any clues?" I ask.
"Just only that whoever they are, they are not from this country." Abasi crosses his legs at the knees and places his hands in his lap. "So, who the fuck have you pissed off?"
"It could be anyone, Uncle. I've dealt with many who have tried to run through my territory, leaving a lot of them upset and ready to get me out of the way. I have too many enemies to count. But my enemies know not to fuck with me."
"Well, we need to come up with a plan because not only are we dealing with the Hells Henchmen, we’re also dealing with another organization. This shit is about to get real," Razor says seriously, leaning back in his chair.
Frustrated, I look between Razor and Abasi. "Well, what do you two propose? There isn't much I can do from this damn bed or with the Feds on my back."
"Did Kira tell you they want to question her?" he asked.
"What the fuck for, Razor!?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, but I called Roger. He’s setting up the meeting for next week. I suggest you be there if Roger allows it."
I close my eyes, nod my head, and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"They cornered her here in this room. You would have been proud of how she handled herself even with one of them making a pass at her."
"What do you mean making a pass at her?"
