A moan sounds out and we hustle even quicker out of the room, pinballing into each other as all us big fuckers try to escape to the reception room as quick as we can.
“Well, that was intense,” Justice says, running a hand down his face.
“What you expect from the Godmother?” Damian says, brow furrowed.
“The Godmother?”
Damian sighs as if he’s explaining things to toddlers. “She’s the head of the Mancini Mafia.”
Great. Just great.
Rhodie
“He’s gonna kick your ass.”
I ignore Gus and keep walking. I know exactly what my brother is going to do. I’ve known him all my life and he’s stubborn as shit. He’s also madly protective of his wife and kid but I need him to stay his ass in hospital and let us handle everything. We’ve got the Keep, Roman and his men, and Dima working on this shit, we have enough men. He just needs to concentrate on getting better.
“Hello, can I help you gentlemen?” A middle aged nurse asks, looking none too scared of the seven big fuckers who have darkened her part of the hospital.
“Yeah, we’re here to see Johnny Paxton. I understand he was moved out of ICU to another room on this floor?” I try to soften my voice and put on my best panty dropping smile, but she doesn't look like she’s falling for it.
Her lips purse as she looks me up and down and I can feel my patience start to wear thin.
“If you wouldn't mind letting us know what room Johnny is in, we’ll get out of your hair,” Tav asks politely and she smiles at him, because of course she does. Tav has some weird mojo with the older ladies. Or he did before he claimed Blanche.
“Mr. Paxton is no longer in our care. He discharged himself an hour ago.”
“What!?” I bark and Nurse Ballbuster doesn't even flinch.
“Excuse my friend, what he is trying to say,” Saint says, throwing me a look over his shoulder, “is how did Johnny manage to discharge himself? He was shot only a few days ago, and had a rough time. We thought he was meant to be here for a few more days.”
“You would think correct. That stubborn man barked at staff then threatened the attending doctor until we let him discharge himself,” she says with a bored look on her face.
Curses go around the room and Gus looks fit to have a conniption. Think, Rhodie. Where the hell would my stubborn as a mule older brother go to? Hands on hips and my head hanging I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I know exactly where he’s headed. I mean, where the fuck would I be if my Ol Lady and kid were holed up somewhere?
“He’s headed for Switch’s family ranch.” I murmur, looking at my brothers who surrounded me.
Tav frowns at me, before sharing a look with Jules. “How the hell is he getting there? All the SUVs are with the women and children and he can’t ride in this state. No way.”
“No. He wouldn't." Gus says, wide eyed as he stares at his brothers before looking back at me.
Jules frowns hard before realization dawns on his face. “No.” He says forcefully, but Tav is already shaking his head in disbelief.
“Tombs, I’m not in the fucking mood. Spit. It. Out.”
Savage lets out a snort then avoids my eye contact when I glare at him. Doesn’t stop that fucker Saint from snorting. Or Judge.
“No, I mean, Marx isntsuicidal. Like, he just wouldn't." Tav stands with his hands on his hips, looking bewildered.
“Wouldntwhat?I swear to fucking god I will shoot every one of you Tombs if you don’t spit it out.” I growl, fists clenched to stop from throttling someone.
We got fucking McDonald and Thompson we’re trying to set up, Petrov is on the move and my fucking brother is out there with a death wish.
“I’d answer the man if I were you,” Roman says.
Add that to the list of the shit bearing down on me. Having to take my brother’s half brother who happens to be a dishonest Pakhan with me everywhere I go. Fucking great.
Gus and Tav share a look before Jules mutters, “Carmelita.”
