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“I promise to take you when this is all over. And pause. You nasty,” I said, laughing.

“Maybe so, but are we going to sit here all day, or are you going to show me the goods?”

“Oh, that’s all you had to say, Baby,” I said as I pretended to fumble with the button on my cargo pants. She slapped my hand away and quickly stood above me.

“Guns. Now. Stephon,” she said, staring down at me. I held her gaze. There was fire in her eyes. This woman didn’t give a damn about an exotic vacation. She was ready to fuck some shit up.

Damn, she ain’t nothing but good trouble.

I stood, brushing past her, heading toward the basement. Once I reached the door, I entered my code and opened it. I descendedthe narrow staircase with her trailing close behind me. Once I reached the bottom, I flicked on the lights. Starting from the left where I was standing, the lights came on, illuminating a display of weapons. Each section lit up one by one until the last display on my right was lit.

Jourdan pushed past me and stepped further into the room. She slowly spun around in a circle. She looked like a kid in a candy store. I was immensely turned on, but now wasn’t the time for that. I also couldn’t believe that Brice had done this to me. His ass knew his sister was like this, and he wanted me to take her off his hands.

“That motherfucker,” I quietly said and laughed.

“You said something?” Jourdan asked, peering over her shoulder. I shook my head. Then she went around the room, making her selections. She picked up two twin Smith & Wesson nine millimeters. Holding them in her hands and aiming them. Just then, I remembered the gift I’d bought her. It was folded and tucked under my jacket in the back of my pants. By the time she turned her aim towards me, I’d taken it out and held one side in each of my hands. It was a shoulder gun holster, just like the one I wore.

“Stephon,” she said, running over to place her arms inside where I held it up. She adjusted it on her back and then holstered the guns inside. She leaned up to put a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Thank you, Baby,” she said giddily, and I was like putty, bending to her will. I picked up my twin guns and a Glock, which I placed in the back of my pants. Jourdan had placed an extra onher ankle underneath her jeans. The last thing I picked up was a knife, which I put inside the thigh pocket of my cargo pants.

“You ready to go to fucking work, Lioness?”

“Hell yeah. This is going to be so fun,” she said and smiled while rubbing her hands together like a menace.

Putty!

CHAPTER 23

Jourdan

It was approaching midnight, and a storm had just passed. Water was beaded up, covering all the windows. It had left a light sheen of water covering the streets, which the dimly lit lights reflected. I focused my attention on the steam that rose from the streets after the rain. I was directing my attention to everything except what I was supposed to because I was bored. Then, I began counting all the unattended cars that lined the streets. We blended in and parked a few cars from where Miller had entered the building. We’d followed him to one of his warehouses.

After we picked up our weapons at Stephon’s property, he input Miller’s face into a tracking software that I had never seen before. It was called Bio Scan. Devin and his brothers created it some years ago but never released it publicly. I assume Demi used it the night I called him to help with Burks. It was solely for their usage. The software allowed you to input a facial image, and it would pinpoint the person’s exact location. It also allowed us toerase our image from our hotel and any city camera or location we’d followed Miller inside. Essentially, it would be like we were never here. We’d even checked into the hotel using fake IDs and credit cards that we'd used for all our purchases.

With the software, we’ve been able to follow him for the last two days. I knew I said this trip would be fun, but I wasn’t having any fun right now. And this, for damn sure, wasn’t the work I had in mind when he asked if I were ready. Reflecting on it, I never enjoyed reconnaissance at any point. My father had scolded me on many occasions for my impatience. I wanted to get in, take care of my business, and be on my way. Anything longer than that was an inconvenience to me. And we were currently in a scenario where I was being inconvenienced.

Stephon, however, was in his element, sitting, waiting, and observing in the shadows. There wasn’t a detail that he missed. I couldn’t understand why we hadn’t snuck into the building for a better look. All week, we’d been close range. However, tonight, all we’d done was sit in this car. Rock had told me that this was the night Pierre had set up for him to meet with Miller at this location. I also believed that he wasn’t doing the things that he usually did to gather intel because he was with me.

He has to want to go inside that warehouse. Right?

As I sat in the backseat with my legs balanced on each seat, I thought about all the information I could be gathering if I wasn’t being held captive in this damn car. I started to fan my legs repeatedly in my state of anxiety. I’d grown so upset at the whole ordeal that my body temperature had risen. So, I pulled the loose fabricof my cargo pants up to my knees. I was ready to pounce. I would surely lose it if I didn’t get any action soon.

This version of Stephon or Rock, because I was sure that’s who I’d been with the past few days, wasn’t in the business of entertaining. He rarely talked, and when I did try to speak, I was quickly answered or cut short by him holding his finger to his mouth and signaling me to be quiet. The only thing that was keeping me from trying to maul him was the fact that he was rubbing the backs of his fingers up and down my calf.

JoJo, you ain’t gone do shit.

My inner dialogue was right because I would follow this man’s word no matter how much I didn’t like it. Suddenly, his hand had stopped its mindless motion. I sat up to see why. Miller had exited and was standing amongst a group of men.

What in the hell are they talking about? I can’t see or hear shit from here. Fuck This!

Before Rock’s commands could effectively stop me, I opened the back door quietly and began to creep over to where they were. I knew if I heard him, I would stop, so I quickly maneuvered out of earshot. Rock’s quiet yells faded behind me as I snuck across the street.

Stephon

“Jourdan! Jourdan, wait, there’s …” Before I could call out to tell her that Miller’s men were on the roofs looking out for danger, a bullet had flown towards where she was alerting the group of men. They all heard the gunshots, stopping their conversations to take cover behind the vehicles. She stopped and ducked behind a car, drawing one of her weapons.

“FUCK!” I yelled as I dropped my mask and jumped out of the car. I crossed my arms across my chest to draw my guns and aimed at the rooftops. I needed to drop some of the men targeting her from above. One of the men had ducked down, and when his head popped up, I shot, hitting my target between the eyes, with his body falling back behind his barrier. I did the same with one more. Miller, who had been kneeling on the side of one of the cars, shooting intermittently, stood up to run.

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