Chapter 5 #4
“She met with that bitch, Mila. I was covering her outside, in case she tried something like an ambush. Next thing I know, the fucking ambulance is pulling up. Nobody saw shit. One woman said she didn’t even remember seeing her sitting with anyone.
Another witness claims a woman was there and slipped out the back.
The only thing Galena did was eat some fucking dip at the table,” Eirian concluded.
“Mila did it. She had to. Ain’t no other answer. She killed my fucking mother!”
“Now what the fuck you wanna do about it?” Eirian asked, checking his temp. “They took my father and your mother. Killing Max ain’t enough. All of these mothafuckas gotta go.”
Agreeing, Gannon nodded and Eirian’s nostrils flared.
“Yeah, it’s time for all of them to feel it,” Gannon stated.
Sekani and Eirian’s phones went off simultaneously. Frowning in the same confused manner, they checked their devices as Gannon’s shit also started going off in his pocket.
“Yeah,” Eirian picked up and listened as screams erupted on the phone.
“The fuck you just say?” Sekani demanded, brows knitted above her dark-chestnut eyes.
Gannon had a news app going off, and it was reporting the explosion at Dynamite. His heart dropped to his stomach, and he brought his gaze back up to Eirian and Sekani. Each hanging up, Eirian squeezed his device so tight in his hand it hurt as he cut his eyes across the counter at Gannon.
“There was an explosion at Dynamite,” Sekani whispered. “Rooney was inside. He’s dead.”
“What!” Gannon shouted, watching them rush toward the door.
Neither of them answered, so he chased after them.
He knew where they were going, so when he caught up to them in the parking lot, he hopped into the back seat of Eirian’s car.
Not too much later, they arrived outside of the club.
There were ambulances, fire trucks, and police everywhere.
Sekani rushed out of the car before Eirian could even park well.
It was so tight with space that he left his whip angled on the street and they all got out together.
The building was charred, resembling the color of charcoal as white smoke floated above it into the clouds.
“Rooney!” Sekani screamed, making a run for the building.
The staff standing around had to rush to stop her from going inside the unstable building.
Eirian was behind her, arm around her waist to keep her from bursting inside.
It was clear from the damage that nobody survived this.
Sekani kicked and screamed as Eirian lifted her from the ground and hauled her away from the horrific display.
“Rooney!” she yelped, her voice cracked and weakening.
There was way too much for anyone to have made it through. It wasn’t even open for business, but he text not long ago and said that he was waiting for them.
“Let me go, E!” she shrieked, yanking away from him as they neared the back of the scene.
“Calm the fuck down. You are making a scene,” Eirian said through his gritted teeth.
Sekani looked into his eyes. With only a glance he spoke volumes.
She breathed shakily, then took a few deep breaths to normalize her pulse.
Rooney was closer in age to her than Eirian, so they were tight.
Plus, Eirian always wanted to pretend like he was their father or something.
Enraged, Gannon growled staring at the club.
The place was no longer what he remembered it to be.
He noticed them wheeling two body bags out and frowned.
The first responders approached him, along with one of the police officers.
“Who else was inside?” Gannon questioned.
“We found a woman. The bodyguards seem to think it’s the owner, Cretia,” the officer told him. “You are the former owner, is that right?”
“Yeah.” Gannon couldn’t believe what was happening all in only a span of a few hours.
Was this shit real? Or had he fallen asleep and woke up in some alternate ass world where everything was fucked up.
“We got a couple of questions for you. The fire department did some investigating. Someone wired this place to go. These two were bound and gagged on the dance floor,” he explained as a squad car rolled up and Perez hopped out.
He’d been called to the scene to help with the investigation.
When he saw what was left of Dynamite, he was almost certain someone was sending a message.
Between that and Galena being confirmed dead, shit was escalating in town.
He knew once Max went down that it would be the case.
Perez and Gannon locked eyes from across the lot.
Gannon knew that Perez and Max were tight because he worked with Max.
He’d gotten close enough to know the ins and outs of his operation.
“What that got to do with me?” Gannon snarled at the cop in front of him. “I ain’t have shit to do with it.”
“Then tell me what you know.” The officer squared up with him.
“Gannon, let’s go!” Eirian barked, leading Sekani back to the car.
With his eyes still on the men in front of him, Gannon backed up.
“I don’t know shit, officer.” He turned and trailed them through the thickening crowd back to the car.