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“Not to be a total dick right now, I don’t give a fuck about what Bubba has been going through. It doesn’t pertain to me and it’s not going to bring my girl back.”

“Listen son, Kara got him hooked up.” I crack my neck at this information. “She made a deal with Redding. Information on Savannah for the smack.” My eyes cut to Bubba.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

The rage comes quick as my adrenaline spikes. I feel the rush of blood as it beats through my ears. I hear the muffled cries of my mother and my brother calling my name. I feel Cut grab at me, but I shrug him off as I hone in on my target. Before anyone can stop me, I’m on the porch feeling the pain radiate through my hand, up my arm as it connects with Bubba's face. My fucking brother in all sense of the word. I land another punch followed by another as he stays there, without fighting. Blood sputters from his mouth, the crunch of his nose is like music to my ears. He falls to the floor as Doc scrambles to get out of the way. I swing again but the only thing I hit is air. I feel large arms wrap around me, taking me down to the ground. Legs encase my lower half and my diaphragm is squeezed blocking my airflow. I struggle to catch my breath; white spots begin to cloud my vision. The fight in me is slowing dying as the lack of oxygen affects my body.

“Stop brother.” Lick speaks into my ear.

I wiggle again, trying to get free. Bubba pulls himself up from the ground. There's a gunshot wound in his arm. They should have fucking shot him in the heart. My breath evens out as Lick loosens up his grip around my body. “I’m good.” I say between struggle breaths. “Let me the fuck up.”

“Not happening.” I close my eyes, taking in long deep breaths. As my heart rate slows, I feel my body begin to relax. Once I’m limp enough Lick let’s go and I jump to my feet.

“I’m sorry.” Bubba says. I take a step forward but the wall that is Lick gets in my way.

“This isn’t helping Savannah,” he tells me.

Ignoring Bubba, I ask Lick, “What the fuck happened?”

“Jenni called me right after he left with her. She said they showed up, there was arguing then they kicked in the door. Tyson gave the order to shoot the three girls so Savannah told him she would leave with him.”

I look over to confirm and Jenni slowly nods her head. My eyes find my mother and I see it. The same expression that marred her face when we were told Sienna had been killed.

Not. Fucking. Again.

“What are we dealing with?” I pace the length of the living room.

“There hasn’t been any word from anyone.” Dyke says.

I stop. “No one?”

“Our connections haven’t heard anything. There isn’t any talk on the streets.”

That’s not usually how it works. Someone always talking, always wanting a payout. The fact that our usual informers either don’t know shit or aren’t talking doesn’t sit well with me.

“I need to get her back.”

“We know.” Cut says.

“No you don’t. It’s not just, about what Tyson can and do with Savannah. It’s about the baby and there is no fucking way that he’s going to allow Savannah to carry that baby to term. Especially when he knows that, she’s been with me. You don’t know the vile things he said about her, about the baby. Hurting that baby, killing her is going to be the ultimate punishment for Savannah leaving him.” I continue to pace as my mind races. Where the fuck are they?

“Meredith.” I hear Jenni say. “Find his mother. Get to her and you’ll be able to find Tyson. There is no way she loves her son more than she loves herself. You might be able to get her to talk.”

“Fuck, that’s right.” I stop to look at Lick. “Are you ready to teach another lesson?”

“Hells to the yes!”

*****

“What are you doing here?” Meredith asks as we push our way into her hotel room. The way it appears, she’s been in touch with her son because the suitcase is open and lying on the bed.

“Going somewhere?” Lick asks.

“None of your business. I’m calling security.” She walks to the phone but not before Lick takes the cord and rips it from the wall. She goes to reach for her cell phone that’s on the table next to the hotel phone but Lick grabs that too.

“Where’s your boy?” I ask her.

She stands with her arms crossed over her chest. The look of superiority covers her faces. I can’t stand this fucking woman. “Again, none of your business.” She turns her back and walks over to the suitcase. “Now, if you’ll kindly allow me to continue to pack, I’ll be out of this God forsaken place and back home where I should have been all along.”