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“Anything you want to talk to me about?” I turn to him, confused, and he raises a brow. “You know, regarding babies,” he clarifies.
Fuck.“She told you?”
“Yeah, and I’m wondering why I didn’t hear it from you.”
“Is it wrong to want a baby with my woman?”
“No. But it’s a drastic change from not wanting one at all.”
I shrug, not in the mood to discuss it with him. “People change their minds all the time. It’s my prerogative.”
“Okay, Bobby Brown,” he says with a chuckle.
Booker walks in as I’m finishing my burger, and I wait to see Raven walk in behind him. After a few minutes, I look to Booker.
“Where is she?”
He gives me a puzzled stare and shakes his head. “I wasn’t with her, Prez. Just came back from that job in Atlanta.”
Fuck. I forgot. I grab my phone and dial her number. It rings then goes to voicemail. I try several times before I leave a message. “Raven, this is not the time to ignore me. Call me back.”
I tap my fingers on the bar impatiently until I can’t take it anymore. I call Tek and tell him to get his ass to the clubhouse. He rushes in fifteen minutes later, pulling his laptop out of the messenger bag he’s carrying.
“What’s up, boss?”
“Raven. Find her.”
He taps on the keys until a map pulls up and I see three blinking, red dots. The problem is, they’re in three different locations.That can’t be right.I admit, I became as paranoid as Tek and placed trackers on her for this very purpose.
“What the fuck, Tek?”
E and Booker crowd me as Tek points to the first dot.
“This is her car. It’s in the parking garage at the mall. This,” he points to the second, “is her phone. But this,” he taps on the last one, “is her bracelet. And she’s on the move. If someone took her, they probably did it at the mall then tossed her phone along the way.”
“Fuck!”
If someone fucking grabbed her, he’s going to regret the day the thought entered his mind. Tek taps away at his keyboard and pulls up a video – surveillance cameras from the mall. He also opens facial recognition software, searching the recorded video. One of the Hounds interrupts to tell me the fucker who tried to break into the warehouse wants to talk to me.
“Not now!”
“He says he has a name for you.”
“Booker, deal with it.”
Tek watches the screen until the software finds her. I grind my teeth against each other as I watch the two Snake motherfuckers block her and Lonnie. I fucking knew it!
“Call Ace. Tell him not to expect his boys back home.”
I walk off, but Tek’s voice stops me. “You’ll want to see this, boss.”
I return my attention to the screen and almost swallow my tongue. The motherfucker was right in front of me this entire time. Booker comes back and through his rambling, I hear two words – Black Snakes.
“Call everybody. Anyone who’s on the road, send them in her direction. Get a few guys to the location of her phone, just in case and tell ‘em I’m on my way.”
“Give me your phone, boss,” Tek tells me.
I hand it to him then rush to my room and grab the duffel from the closet. E comes in, a deadly expression on his face. I’m pretty sure it’s nowhere near mine.
