argument escalated. Now, instead of hearing words and distinct phrases, I could only hear the sound of panicked voices and the sound of objects falling to the floor. But then a triumphant voice rang out over all the noise.
“Stupid mother fucker!” Selene screamed out, sounding out of breath and vindictive. As the sounds of footsteps pounded against the floor, Selene screamed out, “Elec, no!!!!”
“Yes. I’ll put her in the back of my car in a minute. She can stay there until we figure this shit out.” Elec’s voice was biting as he barked his resolution to someone, most likely Dante.
They must have dragged her from the room, because everything went silent.
“Shit.” I got out of the van and ran toward the back of the flower shop. I was new to this shit, and though I’d been playing cop all my life, this wasn’t a game and there wasn’t a do-over button. I needed to talk with my superiors to find out what the fuck we were going to do.
Chapter 13
Selene
Elec stormed the room and pushed Dante off of me. I was almost grateful, except the look on his scary-ass face left me far more terrified than anything Dante would do.
“We gotta go. Shit’s going down.” He nodded to Dante. “I’ll get her.”
Dante held up the wire. “She’s working for the damn Feds.”
He gasped. “What the fuck?”
The hurt look in my father’s eyes about tore me up. “Butterfly. Is this true? Please tell me this is a huge misunderstanding.”
Dante held up the wire. “Misunderstanding? She was fucking wearing it!”
My father came over and slapped me hard. Pain exploded in my cheek.
“We’ve got trouble outside,” Elec said. “We’ll deal with her later!”
“Fine,” Dante barked and glared at me for a moment before storming out of the room.
I didn’t get a word out before my cousin had his hand tightly around my wrist, pulling me into the foyer. My father walked out with Mateo tucked in beside him, like a fucking lap dog.
“What the hell was that?!” Rafael Delgado demanded to know as he shot Mateo a look of antagonism.
“Sounded like shots from outside...”
“No shit... I mean, who the hell is shooting outside of our club?” My father beat a path to the front door with several of my cousins at his heels, and me and Elec in back of him.
We moved out into the chilly night air, but stayed on the porch. Elec moved behind me and wrapped me in a tight hug.
“Don’t think about going anywhere, meja . That would not end well for you.” He locked his strong, albeit skinny arms around me.
My father walked out into the middle of the yard, and stopped suddenly. Mateo almost ran into the back of him, and where I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on, I was grateful for the momentary reprieve.
"Hello?" Raphael yelled in a furious tone of voice. "HELLO?" he repeated at the top of his lungs. "Who's out here?"
My father could demand as much as he'd like. No one answered his questions and everything on Poinsettia Drive looked peaceful from what I could tell.
“What the hell?” I glanced back at Elec.
“Gun shots. Four of them, a few minutes ago. Nothing to concern yourself with.” He snorted.
I started to shoot back with a nasty remark, but decided to leave it be. I wasn’t in a position to do anything but try and get free. That was my focus. The rest of the shit swirling around me could jump on the back burner.
Raphael’s head turned from side to side, as if he were trying to see if there was anything out of place... Anything unusual.
“See anything, boss?” Mateo asked.
“Just that fucking white Friedman Floral Truck parked outside of my damn clubhouse. I hate that son of a bitch.” He growled and moved down the path to the edge of our yard.
I let my eyes follow him, and knew that something was without a doubt about to go down. My father’s dress shoes hit hard against the cobblestone tile that lined the way and by the tightness of his shoulders, someone was in for a
“Stupid mother fucker!” Selene screamed out, sounding out of breath and vindictive. As the sounds of footsteps pounded against the floor, Selene screamed out, “Elec, no!!!!”
“Yes. I’ll put her in the back of my car in a minute. She can stay there until we figure this shit out.” Elec’s voice was biting as he barked his resolution to someone, most likely Dante.
They must have dragged her from the room, because everything went silent.
“Shit.” I got out of the van and ran toward the back of the flower shop. I was new to this shit, and though I’d been playing cop all my life, this wasn’t a game and there wasn’t a do-over button. I needed to talk with my superiors to find out what the fuck we were going to do.
Chapter 13
Selene
Elec stormed the room and pushed Dante off of me. I was almost grateful, except the look on his scary-ass face left me far more terrified than anything Dante would do.
“We gotta go. Shit’s going down.” He nodded to Dante. “I’ll get her.”
Dante held up the wire. “She’s working for the damn Feds.”
He gasped. “What the fuck?”
The hurt look in my father’s eyes about tore me up. “Butterfly. Is this true? Please tell me this is a huge misunderstanding.”
Dante held up the wire. “Misunderstanding? She was fucking wearing it!”
My father came over and slapped me hard. Pain exploded in my cheek.
“We’ve got trouble outside,” Elec said. “We’ll deal with her later!”
“Fine,” Dante barked and glared at me for a moment before storming out of the room.
I didn’t get a word out before my cousin had his hand tightly around my wrist, pulling me into the foyer. My father walked out with Mateo tucked in beside him, like a fucking lap dog.
“What the hell was that?!” Rafael Delgado demanded to know as he shot Mateo a look of antagonism.
“Sounded like shots from outside...”
“No shit... I mean, who the hell is shooting outside of our club?” My father beat a path to the front door with several of my cousins at his heels, and me and Elec in back of him.
We moved out into the chilly night air, but stayed on the porch. Elec moved behind me and wrapped me in a tight hug.
“Don’t think about going anywhere, meja . That would not end well for you.” He locked his strong, albeit skinny arms around me.
My father walked out into the middle of the yard, and stopped suddenly. Mateo almost ran into the back of him, and where I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on, I was grateful for the momentary reprieve.
"Hello?" Raphael yelled in a furious tone of voice. "HELLO?" he repeated at the top of his lungs. "Who's out here?"
My father could demand as much as he'd like. No one answered his questions and everything on Poinsettia Drive looked peaceful from what I could tell.
“What the hell?” I glanced back at Elec.
“Gun shots. Four of them, a few minutes ago. Nothing to concern yourself with.” He snorted.
I started to shoot back with a nasty remark, but decided to leave it be. I wasn’t in a position to do anything but try and get free. That was my focus. The rest of the shit swirling around me could jump on the back burner.
Raphael’s head turned from side to side, as if he were trying to see if there was anything out of place... Anything unusual.
“See anything, boss?” Mateo asked.
“Just that fucking white Friedman Floral Truck parked outside of my damn clubhouse. I hate that son of a bitch.” He growled and moved down the path to the edge of our yard.
I let my eyes follow him, and knew that something was without a doubt about to go down. My father’s dress shoes hit hard against the cobblestone tile that lined the way and by the tightness of his shoulders, someone was in for a
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