Broc:

I woke up to a buzzing that wouldn't shut the fuck up. I groaned as I picked up my phone to see a mass of text messages coming in. I quickly sat up in bed when my eyes found a name I had hoped I wouldn't see for a while. BRENDA.

"Fuck" I muttered out loud.

I felt Summer move around next to me. The last thing I wanted to do was leave this bed. "Fuck" I muttered again. I carefully peeled myself away from my angel and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt.

5:45 am

We had a meeting with my father at 6:30, and I had a meeting with my crew at 8. I had my job that was hounding me about vacation and sick time as well.  "Fuck" I muttered again.

I slipped out the door, stealing one last glance at the perfection wrapped up in the hotel sheets, sleeping peacefully and sighed. I closed the door slowly and immediately ran into Sean.

"Hey Bro. I got the alerts that Brenda was texting you. I was coming to get you." I nodded towards the sitting room and he led the way where we met up with Mike. He looked more exhausted than anyone.

I chuckled. "Not a morning person Mike?"

Sean snorted. "Nah bro. He's still getting used to Minnie."

Mike narrowed his eyes at Sean while we both laughed. "Don't be talkin' about my girl. We got other things to discuss." He said firmly.

I glanced at Sean who seemed to put his serious face on and I followed suit.

Mike isn't one to kiss and tell it seems.

I took out my phone and opened the text messages from Brenda. "This is what I got this morning. I haven't read them yet. My crew is dealing with some interesting problems with our shipments. My second, you all met him, Damian?..." They nod their heads. "...He seems to think Sheila and Brenda may have something to do with all these road blocks we've been hitting."

"Let's read them." Sean took the phone from me, plugging it in to his computer.

Brenda:

Hello Daddy! I hope you are well. I've heard rumors, but who knows what's true anymore.

I'm tired of waiting, you promised you'd see me.  :(

Colette and I miss you. I want to meet today or else no more help for you.

You can meet me at the Hilton on Grayson St. Room 190. Be there by 10am.

I'd prefer if you came alone, but I know you won't, so bring your men and they can wait outside.

The walls here are quite thin, I'll warn you now.

We sat huddled around the computer screen reading over everything she wrote. I felt a wave of frustration come over me. Brenda, again, interrupting my time with Summer.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath again.

Sean began typing feverishly. "Looks like she used her personal phone. Let me see if I can find it. Maybe I can hack it..." Sean continued doing what he does best as Mike tapped my shoulder and pulled me into the kitchen.

He started making coffee while staring me down. I rolled my eyes at him. "What Mike?!" I raised my voice loud enough for them both to shush me. I lowered my voice. "What? What it is?" I asked mike again.

He sighed. "This Brenda and Sheila business. Brenda doesn't strike me as a criminal mastermind. She obviously wants you back. Sheila is smart. Very smart. She's one step ahead of us at every turn. She's planning something big and for whatever reason we can't seem to figure it out. Your Father, my Mother, our connections, none of us have figured this out..."

He took out some mugs , placing them on the counter. "...They have only put road blocks in the way of Summer's weapons. None of our other black market weapons have been stalled. Brittany and Minnie handled the tech on those orders because we knew that they had teams who are better than what Sean and I have."

I nodded my head. "You think this has to do with the girls?"

He shrugged. "I think Brenda wants to hurt Summer, and I think Sheila wants to make a point. I also think Sheila wants revenge..." He poured the coffee into the mugs and handed me one. "...Do you know how many men Summer killed to escape?"

"I read the reports, I believe it was 3?" I responded plainly.

Mike sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Which reports did you read?"

"The final reports, the ones sent in to the FBI and DEA." I narrowed my eyes at him. "I didn't really have time to read through the original reports. I guess I don't really care how many died. The more the merrier in my mind." I spat out at the end.

Mike smirked at my comment. "I feel you Bro, but the initial reports stated 9 deaths, and 8 wounded."

I nearly choked on my coffee. "Shit." I grumbled as I took a towel to wipe the coffee from my beard. "I didn't realize it was so many..." It's hard to believe my sweet angel has that kind of power inside her.

Mike chuckled. "I told you before. Summer is not one to be messed with. She knows how to shot to kill and shot to harm..." He downed half his mug in one go before continuing. "...She made a big enemy. Sheila is only one of the many who escaped. Sheila's father is still out there, we know that. My mother is tracking him, I know she will take him out sooner or later. Just waiting on that call. Kevin was never found but he lost a lot of blood-"

"-I know that." I interrupted. Annoyed that even with all this power and money combined, there's still a threat out there to my Bubby and I can't seem to put an end to it.

Mike downed his last bit of coffee and poured himself some more. "I think it's time we take these two out. Before they get to our girls." He slammed down the jug of coffee which made Sean stop his typing and look over at us.

"Mike, Broc, Come see this." I looked over at Sean who actually looked red with anger.

Mike and I stood behind him as he played a video for us. It was a video of us, driving back to the hotel after our trip to my warehouse.

I rolled my eyes and gripped my mug so tight my knuckles were white. "They've been watching us." I mumbled out, afraid if I used my voice I'd start yelling.

"Of course they have." Sean stated in an angry whisper voice. "Look at these photos." He started scrolling through photos of the girls in the hotel room. They were laughing and drinking. Some while they were outside, other's while they were in the sitting room.

6:15am

"We've got the call with my father in 15 minutes. I'm going to need to call more security for us." I was about to walk back towards the kitchen when Mike grabbed my arm.

"Listen." I pulled my arm away from mike. I was in no mood to be touched by anyone but Summer right now. "You're going to go to this meeting and you're going to end this." He looked me in the eye, searching for something.

I glared back at him and at Sean. "I will end this. Don't worry."

I moved to the kitchen and called my cousin. Damian. He was my most trusted adviser, my second, my best friend. We grew up together and he never fails to support me. He's the only person, besides my father, that I would trust to keep Summer and the girls safe.

After ringing 4 times, he answers. "Broc? Is everything okay?" He seems to always answer this way now. I guess these last few months have trained him to believe I only call for bad news. Can't say it's not true.

"No..." I stated simply. "I need you here with two other men. The best you have available. Summer and the other girls need some protection while Sean, Mike and I handle some business."

He chuckled. "I wondered why you didn't call me earlier Cousin."

I laughed. This guy always seems to know what I need. "Well, how quickly can you get here? I need you here in about 2 hours. Tops." I heard rustling in the background and whispering.

My cousin is like most of the men in our family. We have a specific way we treat our partners. He just happens to enjoy the male variety. It's why he's such a popular babysitter. None of us have to worry about him making a bad choice with our women, but we know he will treat them with the same respect we do.

"No problem. I'll bring Speedy and Shaman with me. Sound good?" Speedy was our fastest shooter. Small, quiet. He can get in and out of places faster than anyone. Shaman was our native. He's built like a line backer and can scare anyone away with one look. No one has to know that he's never killed anyone. We use him more for intimation than anything else. He knows how to take someone out without killing them. He also has a habit of praying for those we kill.

"Sounds good Damian. Get here quick. I'll fill you in once you're here."

"Be there in an hour."

I clicked the phone off and poured another cup of coffee and joined the guys back in the sitting room. Looks like it's going to be a long morning.