Part 25 (2/2)
He jumped up and got in her face. ”b.i.t.c.h, you crazy? You don't f.u.c.king talk about that s.h.i.+t in public! Fact, you don't talk about that s.h.i.+t ever!”
”I'm sorry!” She yelled. ”You'll have to forgive me! I tend not to think clearly when I find out my best friend almost lost her baby and her life and not five minutes later I have the NYPD at my door informing me that my husband was tortured for hours then gutted! f.u.c.k, Deuce, they said his insides were strung around his Christmas tree! He was so mutilated they wouldn't even let me see his body!”
His blood ran cold. Turned into mother f.u.c.king ice.
”Ripper!” He barked.
Ripper was already on his feet, pulling out his cell phone. ”On it Prez,” He said, heading for the exit.
”What's going on?” Kami demanded.
”Daddy!” Devin squealed and took off running.
”s.h.i.+t,” Tap muttered, nodding toward the hospital entrance. ”Anna's with him.”
Jase shrugged. ”His own fault. Havin' babies all over the world.”
”He's still with his wife?” Kami hissed.
It took c.o.x a millisecond to realize what he had just walked in on. Deuce watched him have a millisecond of a freak-out before dropping down on one knee. He caught Devin as the kid launched himself at him.
”Hey little man,” He said gruffly, squeezing him tight.
”What the h.e.l.l!” Anna shrieked.
Still holding Devin, c.o.x shot to his feet. ”Not in front of my f.u.c.kin' kid, b.i.t.c.h.”
Kami was crossing the room. She held out her arms to c.o.x. ”I can see you still have things to take care of,” She sneered. ”So give me Devin while you do that.”
Nostrils flaring, c.o.x handed him over.
”Go sit down over there, baby,” She whispered, pointing to a chair across the room. Devin scurried off.
”You f.u.c.ked this skinny, blonde b.i.t.c.h?” Anna screeched. ”You had a G.o.d d.a.m.n kid with her?”
c.o.x closed his eyes. ”Jesus Anna, get a f.u.c.kin' grip, we're in a hospital.”
”Yeah!” She screamed. ”And I just found out you are still f.u.c.king around on me!”
”Did you seriously just call me a b.i.t.c.h, you f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!” Kami shrieked.
Before this s.h.i.+t went full blown soap opera, he grabbed c.o.x and pulled him aside. ”Chase is dead. His insides strung around a Christmas tree. Three f.u.c.kin' guesses who did it. Get one of your b.i.t.c.hes out of here before there's a f.u.c.kin' cat fight in the hospital my f.u.c.kin' woman almost died in and I'm just suggestin' that it might be Anna you wanna get rid of seein' as Kami's Eva's girl and the only way you'll get her outta here is a lot of kickin' and screamin' which will upset my f.u.c.kin' woman and if you upset my woman that's gonna end bad for you.”
Sighing, c.o.x turned away. ”On it, Prez,” He muttered.
”Tap.”
”Prez?”
”Call all the boys. I want round the clock guard on Eva and my girls. Cage too. Best make that discreet though.”
”On it.”
Ripper rejoined the group. One look at his boy's face he knew the news wasn't good.
”Frankie?” He asked.
Ripper nodded. ”Killed three inmates last week, was gettin' transferred upstate because of it. During transport he killed all four guards and from what I heard, the way he did 'em in, s.h.i.+t wasn't pretty. A real f.u.c.kin' gore fest. He's been tagged for the Henderson hit, too. Law's gunnin' for him. He's runnin' scared. Or knowin' Frankie he's runnin' happy. And no doubt he's gunnin' for Eva.”
Kami's eyes went saucer wide and she threw herself at Ripper. ”He's going to kill my Evie!” She cried.
”No baby, not gonna happen,” Ripper whispered soothingly, rubbing her back while he grinned over her head at c.o.x. c.o.x, who had since escorted his hysterical wife outside and returned alone, froze when he saw this.
”Keep f.u.c.kin' touchin' her a.s.shole and you ain't gonna have hands!”
”f.u.c.k off,” Kami hissed. ”Since you're still f.u.c.king your wife and probably half the state of Montana, I've decided I'm going to f.u.c.k Ripper!”
Ripper, who could care less that c.o.x was two seconds from snapping his neck, kept rubbing Kami and grinning like a fool.
”You really want make him jealous, Kami,” Jase said, ”You could give me a try.”
Scrubbing his hands over his face, he left the group of idiots in the waiting area and headed for Eva's room.
Danny met him at the door. She was wearing her pink sweat suit from three days ago and looked d.a.m.n exhausted.
”No, daddy. Bad idea.”
He took a deep breath. ”Bad s.h.i.+t goin' down baby girl. I know she's hatin' me right now but I gotta talk to her. 'Sides, you need to take a shower and get some sleep. Call your brother and go home.”
Reluctantly she stepped aside and he entered the room, closing the door behind him. The dark curtains were drawn tightly, the room dark and shadowed. Eva was lying in bed on her side. She looked pale and weak, had dark circles around her eyes and an IV in her arm. When she saw him, she turned away.
”Go away,” She whispered hoa.r.s.ely.
His chest tightened. ”Baby, I can't. We gotta talk.”
He rounded her hospital bed so he could see her face and she immediately rolled to her other side.
”No, we don't. Go away.”
Okay, different tactic.
”Eva. Chase is dead.”
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