Page 34 of Abra's Acquisition
“Rey! You fucking bitch! Get out!” Dontel screams as he tries to open the door. Cicero guns the engine and swerves back into traffic. I crane my neck to see Dontel and notice the gun just before he shoots at us. Cicero curses as he turns left at the first street before making a series of turns that have us criss-crossing and backtracking until we pull onto the freeway.
“Who the fuck was that?” Cicero demands as he swerves around cars. His eyes flick constantly to the rearview mirror as he picks up speed.
“Dontel. He’s my ex,” I say.
“Shit. He shot at us!”
“I know, I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize him in the shop. If I had, I would have told you to leave. Shit, is he following us?”
“No, I think we lost him. He was running for a car when we turned the corner. I saw someone turn onto the street behind us, but I think I’ve lost them. How dangerous is he? I know he shot at us, but…”
“My brother Max is searching for Dontel. He thinks Dontel might have killed a cop,” I tell Cicero. He needs to know the truth. He needs to know what we’re up against.
“Maybe you should call your brother and tell him what happened,” Cicero suggests.
“Good idea,” I say, taking out my phone and calling Max.
“Hey, baby sis, can I call you back? I think I got a lead…” Max starts, but I cut him off.
“I just saw Dontel, and he shot at me,” I interrupt. “We think we lost him. He was at the pawn shop on the corner of Millerview and Breton.”
“Are you with Abra?” Max demands.
I can hear him running and know that he’s headed to his car.
“No, I’m with Cicero. We’re on our way back to the clubhouse.”
Max says nothing, and I’d think he hung up, but I can still hear him breathing.
“Are you still there?” I ask him.
“I’m here. Why the fuck did Abra let you out of the clubhouse? He was supposed to be guarding you. I’ll see you at the clubhouse in half an hour. Pack your shit. I’m coming to get you.”
Max ends the call before I can argue with him. Shit. I really fucked this up. If I hadn’t told Cicero to stop, none of this would be happening.
“You need to call Abra,” Cicero says. “Tell him we’re coming in hot. I think we lost the asshole, but I won’t know for certain until we stop.”
I nod as I select Abra’s name and place the call. He answers on the first ring.
“What’s wrong?”
“Umm, Cicero and I are headed back to the clubhouse. I saw Dontel. He shot at us. Max is hunting him down.”
“What? How the hell did that happen? Never mind, where are you now?”
I give him our locations.
“We’re fifteen minutes from the clubhouse,” Cicero calls out.
“Okay, we’re right behind you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: ABRA
After we load up the prisoners, we take a few minutes to explore the house. I use the roof to re-enter the room with the ammo and weapons. Once I shift the boxes around, I unlock the door to let Dixie enter. The two of us go through the contents and grin at each other like two kids on Christmas morning. These guys may be fucking racists, but they have good taste in weapons. The variety is impressive, as is the quality. Each piece lacks a serial number, making them untraceable.
“Maybe we can get them to give us the info on their supplier,” Dixie muses.
I grin. “We can always ask. They’ll be looking for new customers.”
