That caught my attention.First time he’d agreed with me.
“I can keep an eye on Britta’s place,” he added.“Until she moves back.”
That was an olive branch, and I took it.“Appreciate it,” I said.“Hopefully won’t be long.”
Britta moved past me, and I caught her around the waist, pulling her into me to press a kiss to her lips.“Take it easy, sugar.”
“I’m fine,” she said, softer now.“Thank you… for being nice to Tyson.”
I’d burn the whole damn city down if it meant she kept looking at me like that.“Yeah,” I said.“Don’t get used to it.”
She laughed and finished helping Tempi serve up breakfast.
Wheels came down the stairs when we were about to start eating.
“About time,” Twister said.“Goldie’s gonna be here any minute.”
Wheels grabbed an energy drink.“Stressing, Prez?”
Twister glared.“Yeah.”
Wheels popped the top.“I got it.”
A knock hit the door.“There she is,” Wheels said, already moving.
We all bunched just enough to see Wheels open the door.
“Goldie?”he said.
She wasn’t what I expected.Not even close.
She had messy blonde hair piled into a bun, cutoff shorts, and a wrinkled T-shirt.She looked like she’d rolled out of bed and run here.
Her eyes were wild and scanning everything.They landed on me for a split second and then back to Wheels.She shoved a yellow envelope into his chest.“I have to get out of here,” she said.“And so do you.”She stepped back.“You all have to leave.”
Then she turned on her heel, and the first shot cracked through the air.
Everything exploded.
“Down!”I shouted, grabbing Britta and yanking her to the floor.
More shots.
Glass shattered somewhere behind us.
Twister flipped the table, dragging Tempi down with him.
We dove behind it.
I pulled my gun and peeked over the table.
Wheels was on the ground near the door, firing back.
“Fuck!”someone yelled from the stairs.In the distance, car wheels screeched, and horns honked.
More shots exploded into the clubhouse.
It was chaotic and terrifying.
