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“You’re getting that too, huh?”

“Just an itchy feeling.”

“Gus, get Tav on the phone, I want to know what they’re seeing there,” I bark.

Crossing my arms I tense my thighs, then release, then tense again trying to work some of the jitters out of my body.

“Yo, bro, what’s up?” Tav’s face fills Gus’s screen and instead of waiting for Gus to speak, I lean over his shoulder.

“What are you seeing there?”

“Sweet fuck all, Pres. Some slick suit guys turned up around half an hour ago, at least six of them. They went inside and it’s been a docile get together. Pizza arrived ten minutes ago. If they’re partying they’re doing it in silence because there’s no music or anything.”

Rhodie and I share a look. “Tav, wrap it up. Pack it in and head home. Something isn’t fucking right.”

“What’s happening Pres?” Tank asks from where he stands next to Wire.

“What are the chances that two cartels, in two different places, with trucks of illegal merchandise coming in would have the exact same behavior at the exact same time? Pizza delivery, no one in or out, a party yet no music?”

“Shit.”

Tucking my lower lip I let out an ear piercing whistle. “Pack up your shit we head out ASAP.”

“Ah, Pres, I got Dima on the line,” Wire says while his fingers fly over the keys of his laptop.

“Put him on speaker.” Clenching my fists I wait for whatever weird shit is going to come our way.

“Marx, thank you for taking my call,” Dima’s accented voice says through the speaker. “You and your men are needed at home.”

“Do I need to ask why?” I grit my teeth, waiting for what is probably going to be some mystical shit.

“You’ll know why soon enough. It’s the reason you had to split the club.” With that he hangs up.

“Does that guy creep any else out, or just me?” Nitro grumbles looking around the room.

“I don’t mind him being creepy,” Wire replies. “I’d just like him to be more thorough with the information he shares. The guy is super light on the details.”

Dima may not be the best at sharing information, but he never seems to be wrong. If he’s telling us we need to head home, then so be it.

“Wire, hit the dark web, see if you can find anything out. Gus, call Ana, ask her to check in with Roman, he may have fresh intel. Rhodie, call Chewy.”

His brow raises at my barked instructions. “Why don’t you call her?”

Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh, “She never picks up my calls. Waits ‘til I hang up then asks me to text.”

Nitro snorts and then spins to look at the wall when I shoot a glare his way.

Rhodie chuckles and calls his ol lady who unsurprisingly picks up on the second ring.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey ba- Chewy, are you in a vehicle?”

“Noooooo.”

There’s some rustling over the line, a couple of grunts and then what I imagine a wind tunnel would sound like. There’s also a male voice I can’t quite put my finger on, and feminine voices. One I know very fucking well because she was screaming my name this morning.

“Chewy, who’s with you?”

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