Page 65 of Menace

“We get them in here and move them out via the tunnel. This isn’t only the security room it’s a safe room as well. The walls and ceiling are reinforced, the doors are steel. It will take them a while to get in giving us time to call for back up or get them out.”

Lucky nodded. “And once you’re out? Where do you go?”

Bren, as everyone called him, looked at him for a very long time before he answered.

“We load them up and take them to a private airfield where a private jet will be waiting. It will fly us to where ever Asa arranged for us to go. We won’t know the destination until we’re in the air. I suspect he will send us somewhere the Italians, and now the cartel, don’t have a foothold.”

He sighed and shook his head and Lucky didn’t get a good feeling about what was coming next.

“I’m hoping our luck holds, and that Asa kills the motherfucker. I think it’s highly likely that if we have to run from here we’ll be going to Russia.”

Russia? What the fuck?

“Russia? Why the fuck would he send her there?”

Bren was silent for a beat before he answered.

“Dom and Asa are both connected to the new man in charge of the bratva, Sergei Orlov. He has no connections to the Italians which means she’ll be safe with him.”

Lucky slowly shook his head. No way was she leaving the States if the kid was his.

“Not goin’ to happen. If the DNA test says the boy is mine they will not be goin’ to Russia. I will make arrangements for them.” He looked around and shrugged. “They will go somewhere no one can follow without bein’ seen and then swiftly taken care of. Somewhere I know they’ll be safe and looked after.”

Bren frowned and opened his mouth to argue but Viper, who had come in while they had been talking, got there first.

“You’re goin’ to ask your family to look after her, brother?” He asked.

“Yeah, I am.” Lucky’s voice came out with more aggression than he wanted to show.

“Good, she’ll be safe with them. No one’s goin’ to fuck with the Cajun mob.” He said with a grin as he leaned against the doorjamb.

“Who the feck is the Cajun mob?” Bren growled, his Irish coming through strongly.

Viper jumped in to explain.

“The Cajun mob runs the best smugglin’ network in the south. They have control of the water, the swamps, the bayous, and the backwaters from Florida to Louisiana. You don’t do business without dealin’ with them first. And fortunately for us they’re his family. He’s the reason we’ve not been taken down when usin’ their waterways, but I’m thinkin’ we’re goin’ to have negotiations around that issue, soon.”

“How the fuck do you know so much about my family?” Lucky growled at his brother.

Viper laughed softly. “Becausemon ami(my friend), we’re related, my great-grandmother was a Breaux. So, we’re cousins, a few times removed.”

“Fuck. Can’t spit for hittin’ family out here.” Lucky teased.

“You got that right.” Viper grinned.

Lucky reluctantly stood and after sharing a hug with Viper and shaking Bren’s hand left the way he had come in. Through the tunnel.

Magic was waiting for him in the garage when he climbed out of the trapdoor.

“You got it sorted, brother?” He asked, a worried frown on his face.

“Somewhat but not all of it. She’s refusin’ to do a DNA test. I’ll just have to get creative to get it. Didn’t like scarin’ her but it’s done. She now knows about Carmella, that she’s a job.”

He grinned knowingly. “Bet she didn’t like that.”

Lucky sighed. “Nope, she didn’t. She’s connected to the Road Warriors MC in Cape Town so she knew what it meant to be doin’ this job. She’s pissed at me but at least I know she’s safe.”

His brother nodded. “How old is her boy?”

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