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Connor looked back towards his place where Dani was just coming out the door. She looked over and waved with a bright smile, then my door opened and Gaby came prancing out.
    “Handle that Con. The rest of you know what to do. Gabriella, come here.” She glanced over at me in surprise, probably because of the tone of my voice. The others scattered around the perimeter as she walked towards me. “I need you to stay inside today.”
    “But…” I just lifted my brow and that shut her up.
    “Yes sir.” I tapped her ass lightly to let her know I was pleased with her response, before pulling her in to kiss her forehead. “Good girl.” We looked over to where I was sure Connor was telling his woman the same thing.
    The women headed into Con’s place while the brothers met in a huddle in the middle of the compound. “Change of plans, let’s make sure this place is secure.” I passed my phone off to Quinn. “Check this out, find out how this hump got my number and where that call came from.”
    Most people don’t understand the strength of the technology the armed forces deal with. They see us as civilians without any backing now that we were stateside, but the reality was that my guys and I were always smart.
    We brought shit home with us that we knew would come in handy when it came to protecting our asses as well as our families. Some of us had shit in our head that it would take a stick of dynamite to remove.
    Each man went about his business making sure our shit was on lock. I called one of the men on the job to let them know we were either going to be late, or not there at all today, and to send someone else out to make the runs. The last job was almost done and we had a few more lined up after this, and were even at the point of turning people away.
    All in all things were going fine except for the shit that was going on down by the water. We were accomplishing a lot of what we had set out to do, making strides. I wasn’t about to let anything fuck with our program.
    My brothers and I had been through the bowels of hell together, they see me as their designated leader and I take that shit seriously. No one was gonna get through me to hurt my family, fuck that.
    “Everything looks cool Lo, but I say we take this shit as an eminent threat. Whatever this is I think this was the first volley, which means they’re gonna come at us with more unless we back down, and I’m guessing we’re not about to that shit right.” Zak was usually quiet, but he was always ready for a good tussle. It had been a while since we’d kicked any major ass, except for Con’s little skirmish a few weeks ago. Somehow these people had figured out what we were up to, and since the leak hadn’t come from any of us, I’m guessing it was the asshole ex, the sidepiece, or Crampton. And since Crampton was bitch made, I’m more inclined to believe it was one of the other two.
    “Con we have to go hunting, let’s see if your boy was dumb enough to talk. Who do we have in NOLA that can nab the ratchet broad he was messing with?”
    There was a lot of throat clearing which told me that I may or may not like what was coming next. The seven of us were a unit, but we dealt with other brothers in arms, sometimes people from other branches. Some of them were more fucked up than others, and we tend to attract the rougher element.
    When all eyes turned to Zak I pretty much knew what was coming and so did he, from the reaction we got. “Fuck no, uh-uh anybody else, fuck, I’ll go get the skel myself.” Damn, I thought he was over this shit.
    “Bro, we gotta do what we gotta do, and we don’t have time for you to make that run and head back here. Where is she hiding out?” I turned to Quinn because he would be the best one to give me what I needed since he was the one keeping tabs on Rosalind or whatever the fuck she was going by these days.
    “French Quarter a little place off Chartres St. The place is old and noisy as fuck and it’s right