Page 27 of Clover

Who’s the bitch now?

“I think you broke my dick.” Every time he pulls his hands away from his dick, he looks at them like he expects to see blood. I would love it if there were blood. “Fuck!” He roars, trying to stand up, then doubles over, grabbing his groin again. I think he might actually puke from the pain. Perfect.

There’s no more fight or threats. I don’t think he can even think straight. I’m not a guy and have never been kneed in the balls, but I hear it’s pretty fucking painful. Braxton is still moaning and grunting as he hobbles out of the ruined condo. Probably to go to the hospital. I hope I broke something permanently. If I’m the reason he can no longer have children, then at least I’ve saved the world from him spawning any little demons of his own.

I remain planted in one spot, not daring to move till I hear the door shut from the hidden staircase. Exhaling a breath, I didn’t know I was holding I slump against the window. My arms and legs shaking from all the extreme emotions I just went through in record time. Hopefully, that will keep him away for a long while and teach him that I will fight back, and I won’t let him break me.

Chapter 15

Phoenix

“S

o, what’s the plan, Nix?” Magnus and the others have returned to my house, strapped and ready for a fight. Now they wait for me to lay out the plan for liberating Clover.

“Blake got us the plans for the building, including Braxton’s penthouse and the condo below. That’s the one we think he’s converted into a safe house under a fake identity. We believe the entrance into this safe house is here.” I point to the screen on my tablet at the blueprint diagram of the building. “Inside the master bedroom. It’s not on the plans, but according to the structure here, Blake says it’s the best place to put a door and narrow stairwell down to the condo below.”

“And what about Braxton and his men?” Zander crosses his arms over his broad chest, waiting for the verdict of kill or don’t kill.

“I have been told not to kill Braxton. His men are free game.”

“Do we know if he’s in the penthouse right now?” I look to Arrow, who is on the phone checking with the guy we put on Braxton’s tail.

“Actually, Braxton just left not long and ago and went to a… private hospital?” Arrow looks confused, and I must be making a face to match because he just shrugs.

“Why?” Magnus inquires for all of us, staring at Arrow, waiting for further explanation.

“No idea. My guy saw him walking in with two of his guards limping.”

“Well, let’s hope whatever the hell it is, it keeps him there.” Zander always the non-confrontation type offers. He may be as big as an ox, but he’s as soft-hearted as a Labrador puppy. I don’t think he’s ever truly been mad at anyone or anything, except when he got the injury that ended his short professional football career. Other than that, he’s always smiles and hugs. That doesn’t mean he can’t rip a guy’s arms off his body and use them as bats to beat him to death. Just means he would prefer not to.

Although it’s probably better if Braxton isn’t there since I doubt I could stop myself from shooting him dead when I see him.

The five of us, Beau, Arrow, Magnus, Zander, and I, load into one of the generic black SUVs we own and use mainly for security details and jobs. It’s the only thing that’ll fit all of us comfortably and have room for Clover when we find her. We drive to Braxton’s building in silence. I text Blake to check the hospital and find out why Braxton is there. My phone dings with his response as we pull into the parking garage of the building. Blake also hacked into the garage security feed and made sure we aren’t going to be seen by any of them, I don’t know how, and I don’t care.

Blake: Looks like he checked in an hour and a half ago for some sort of trauma.

Nix: What kind? Is he still there?

Blake: It says testicular trauma. Wtf does that mean? Yes, he’s still there.

Nix: Keep me updated. We’re pulling into the garage now. I’ll let you know when we find the security door.

Blake: You got it, boss. (Thumbs up emoji.)

“What’s the kid say?” Magnus asks from the driver’s seat.

“We’re good to go. Braxton’s still at the hospital withtesticular trauma.”

“What the fuck?” Arrow looks at me while wincing and covering his own junk with one hand. “That sucks, man. For any dude.”

“I can only hope Clover cut his dick off when he tried to touch her,” I growl out. Because if he did manage to touch her, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on to the little bit of sanity I have left.

As Magnus pulls the truck into a parking spot near the private elevator that leads to the penthouse, I snort a quick line of coke to perk me up. I’ve been going pretty much nonstop for over two days now. I’m going to need every bit of energy I can get. The coke jolts my nerve endings and squashes the slight delirium set on by lack of sleep. The world sharpening into focus around me.

Let’s fucking do this.

We wait for the elevator guns drawn just in case there’s a guard inside for some reason. The bell dings and the light next to the doors illuminates. The sliding doors crack and start to open.

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