Seize Me (25 page)

“Call Eagle and see what the fuck is taking so long. They should be here by now,” Angel calls out from across the room. I hold up my phone letting her know I’m on it and she calls out I love you in Russian. Why does she fucking do that shit to me when she can’t relieve the pain she causes?

I call and no one answers so I click off. A few moments later, I get a text and my body tingles as I read it.

Need backup hiding behind pool house Snake and a few scary as fuck Russians r here

I hear a gasp and glasses drop. I look up to find Angel had just read the text over my shoulder.

“He’s here,” she says. “I’ll get my gun.”

“What the fuck? Hell no. You are not going, Angel.”

“The fuck if I am. He’s there for me. He’ll kill them if I don’t show up Braxxon. You can’t stop me and I swear I will leave your ass if you try.”

I need to try something. “What about the club? You can’t leave Sated on opening night.”

“Fuck that shit. I trust Piper and Storm, and this club means nothing to me yet. Lana and Haley mean everything to me.”

And that’s it. I’m not winning. When it comes to the women in her life, she ain’t gonna budge. I dial Pyro to see his where he is.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey man, I’m about five minutes away from the house. I stopped and checked the compound first.”

“The fucking Russians and Snake are there. Wait for backup!”

“FUCK! I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. LANA IS IN THERE!”

“Pyro,” I warn. “Brother, don’t fucking go in there alone.”

But then my cell goes quiet. He’s hung up on me.

“Angel, now,” I roar.

“I’m right behind you,” she says as I turn around and see her taking the safety off her gun.

“You’re gonna shoot your tit off,” I say grabbing her free hand dragging her.

“Better my tit because if I can’t get the safety off, and someone shoots me and there goes my head.”

Why the fuck does she talk like that?

“This shit is bad, Angel.”

“Vy ponyatiya ne imeyete,” I respond. “
You have no Idea.”

I break every traffic law there is speeding towards the house. I hear the thunder of other bikes rolling up behind us and I peer back to see my brothers right on our tail. Angel squeezes me with her thighs in a silent thank fuck gesture, but when we pull up the long driveway and see nothing but Lana’s, Eagles and Pyro’s vehicles; we know something bad awaits us.

“No… no… no…,” Angel cries hopping off my bike.

I’m hot on her trail as she flies through the house without checking it first. I search the house looking for her and when I find her, she’s staring out through the glass patio door before flinging it open.

“Moya sestra,” she screams.
“My sister.”

When I reach the patio doors, I almost get sick. I can’t believe this happened in just a few minutes. Blood is staining the pool water red as Haley’s body floats face first in it. I gulp, looking over to see Eagle’s head stuck on a tiki torch with his body on the ground next to it. Who the fuck are these people? Killing a fucking innocent pregnant girl and sticking someone’s head on a stake like it’s the fucking dark ages and shit. I hear Winter crying and my eyes find her bending over a limp Lana, who Pyro is rocking back and forth in his arms with blood all over him.

“Fuck!”

I take off running and when I reach them, I see Lana gasping for breath, staring Angel in the eyes.

“Don’t,” she gasps. “Let him,” she gasps again. “Win this time.”

“Lana nooo,” Angel cries as her eyes stop blinking and her breathing stops. I hear a gurgled cough. I look to my right as Angel’s and Pyro’s heads snap up. We see a big Russian trying to crawl away.

Pyro goes to stand and Angel stops him.

“Don’t,” she says standing. “Stay with her.”

Angel takes the gun out of her holster and slowly walks over to the guy trying to get away. I do nothing but walk with her. She’s pissed. This is her own family killing people she loves.

“Well if it isn’t my father’s defender, Aleksey,” she growls as she kicks him in the side where his wound is. “Seems he left you here to die.”

She looks to the sky before taking a deep breath and pointing the gun at his head. It wasn’t a move to contemplate things; it was a move as in she was thinking of what to say.

“It’s a sad thing that I grew up calling you uncle. But guess what?” she coos bending down closer.

“Ne budet ni raya, tol’ko diya vas ad,” she speaks before putting a whole clip into his skull.
“There will be no heaven for you, only hell.”

She’s never coming back from this shit. Her father killed the first man she ever loved. Snake and PP raped her and cut her up. Now her father has killed the only sister she’s ever had, along with her pregnant friend. My Angel no longer sees white; she sees only red.

She reaches into her back pocket, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number she has to think about for second.

She puts the phone on speaker as it rings.

“Govorit’,” A voice says into the phone.
“Speak.”

“Vy ubili moyu sestru,” Angel says angrily.
“You killed my sister.”

“Ona byla ne krov’,” the voice chuckles back.
“She was no blood.”

“I’m going to find you, kill you and then–” she says in English before returning to her native tongue, “–ya sobirayus’ kopirovat’ vashi imperiyu ottsa kloch’ya,” she finishes.
“I’m going to rip your empire to shreds father.”

“Oh doch’ moyey russkoy printsessy,” he laughs.
“Oh daughter, my Russian princess.”

Angel hangs up the phone before allowing him to say anything further.

“I blocked the call. He can’t call me back,” she croaks. I walk over and hug her tightly to me. She was staying strong on the phone. She may be able to kill someone who has wronged her, but she fiercely loves and she’s not made out of stone.

“He killed her Braxx,” she cries into my chest.

“I know baby, I know.”

Fuck, what do I do? I got a pregnant woman floating dead in the pool, a decapitated man with his head on a fucking tiki torch and my woman’s best friend lying dead in my best friends arms.

“I shouldn’t have stopped at the fucking club first,” Pyro roars to the sky.

I can’t tell him that the outcome might have been different if he’d skipped looking there first because that would be lying and he knows that.

“I have to make calls, baby,” I whisper.

This fucking bloodshed is too large for my guys to help. I have to call the cleaners, and I fucking hate that shit. I slowly release Angel from my grasp and she walks back over to Lana and kneels down.

I dial the cleaner’s number and shut my eyes as it rings in my ear.

“State the name,” the cleaner snaps.

“Chlorine,” I say.

“Number,” he says back.

“Three, all family,” I growl.

“Location?”

I spout off the location and how extensive the blood mess is before he tells me that it will cost a hundred grand, which is cheap considering everything he will have to do. I walk over, put my hand on Pyro’s shoulder, and squeeze.

“The cleaners are on the way,” I say quietly.

“Cremation,” Pyro asks.

“Yes, on all three.”

“I didn’t spend much alone time with her these last few months. What kind of best friend am I?” Winter cries trying to wipe the blood off her hands with her shirt.

Fuck, I hate asking her this but I don’t know this fucker.

“Baby, what do you think your father will do next?”

“He’ll destroy everything until he gets what he wants and what he wants is me back home. But he’s not gonna get the chance to take me back home because he will never leave Nevada alive,” she curses as she stands up. “Call on every connection you have to locate him. He’ll be traveling with at least nine more men. He won’t be staying in a hotel or a motel. He’s too smart for that and he has Snake here to help him in an area he knows nothing about. It will take everything to fucking find him. He is
the
Russian Mafia in the U.S. My father is Vlády Belov.”

Oh, this just keeps getting fucking worse. I knew she was a Belov, but one of
the
main Belov’s children is even worse. I hate to do what I’m about to do next. I need to call on my other charters and call sanctuary for the families. I need to get them out of Nevada and fast.

“I fell in love with a fucking mafia princess,” I groan as I start sending out mass text messages.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me that again,” she warns. “I’m not a fucking princess. I kill people now or have you forgotten that? I’ve shed blood. Princesses don’t do that shit and I’ve never been a part of my father’s mafia shit. And Princesses don’t grow up without a mother figure!”

I’ve really set her off. Her face is bright red when I look up from my phone; I stop texting and put my phone in my back pocket before trying to sooth her.

“I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I’m sorry.”

“She’s really dead,” she whispers as she looks back to a silent Pyro holding a limp Lana.

“I’m sorry,” I say in a small whisper because I really am sorry. Her love for Lana is and will always be strong.

The grand opening continued without its two headliners Lana and me, and it’s been two days since my best friend died in Pyro’s arms. I’m sitting on the couch with Braxxon when Smokey comes in with a box. He sits it down in front of us with an apologetic look. Braxxon kisses my shoulder before he picks me up off his lap and sits me down beside him. He leans forward and opens the box, pulling out three urns. They are beautiful urns.

“Who is who?” I ask quietly.

Smokey clears his throat before speaking. “Haley and her baby are in the blue urn with the two doves. Eagle is in the black one with the Breakneck emblem and Lana is in the one with the Hawaiian flower on it.”

“How?” I croak.

“He’s paid a lot of money for what he does and we said they were family. He took care of our family,” Braxxon answers.

Pyro walks by and does a double take when he notices the urns sitting on the table in front of us. You can hear the swallow he takes before walking over.

“Lana’s—,” I say but Pyro cuts me off.

“She’s the one with the flower,” he says sitting on the opposite side of the table.

I know Pyro is just as fucked up over this as I am. He loved her too. Smokey and Braxxon take the other two urns and leave Pyro and me with Lana’s.

“She loved you; you know that,” I say as I look up into Pyro’s eyes.

“I know… she… she told me,” he says quietly. “I can’t do this shit.”

He gets up and walks out of the clubhouse, leaving me all alone with my best friend’s ashes in front of me.

Braxxon calls for a preacher to do a small prayer at the clubhouse for Haley, Lana, and Eagle. The brothers all take a shot glass from Braxxon, and he hands me one. We shoot tequila straight in honor of the ones we lost. When the preacher leaves, Braxxon takes the picture of Lana and me from my hands and replaces it with Lana’s urn while he walks the other two urns to a glassed in case. I follow him and I notice photos and some other urns already in there. I spot Phil’s photo along with his prayer card from his funeral inside.