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“Yes, sir.”
Satisfied, I hung up the phone and tended to my business. I had a lot to get done.
Chapter Thirty-Four
“Demons”
GOLDIE
“Why isn’t he answering his phone?” I cried, as I got in the back of the security agent’s car. “Didn’t you just talk to him? He always has his phone on him. Get in the damn car,” I screamed at the security guy, who was shutting my door. “I can close my own damn door; start driving.”
Yes, I may be acting like a bitch, I might be over-exaggerating, since the sirens could be for anyone, but I just had a feeling, a really bad feeling.
“Drive!” I shouted, while pointing forward like I was leading a pack of angry-ass Braveheart men, whatever they were called.
“Ma’am, you’re going to have to buckle up.”
I gripped the driver’s ear and twisted it while leaning over his seat. “If you don’t start driving this damn car, I’m going to Mike Tyson your ass and eat your ear as a snack. Fucking drive!”
That got his attention and he pressed his foot down on the pedal to get the car moving.
“Good boy,” I said, as I patted and stroked his ear.
I watched as the pastel-colored houses flew by as my driver disobeyed every city speed limit set. We weren’t that far away from the Lafayette Club, but it almost felt like we were going at supersonic speed.
We turned the corner to Jackson Street, where the club was located, and that was when we were hit with a billow of smoke, fire trucks, and blazing flames. My heart sank in my chest as I saw the Lafayette Club burning down at an alarming rate.
“Oh, my God,” I cried, while I tried to get out of the car, but the doors were locked. “Open the door!”
“Hold on, ma’am.”
“Open the fucking door!” I screamed, while grabbing ahold of his ear and yanking on it. “You son of a bitch, open the door. Open the door! Open the Goddamn door!”
He swatted my hand away and pressed the unlock button. In a flash, I bolted out of the car and tried to make my way through the crowd that was forming. People from around the street milled about, taking in the sight of the infamous Lafayette Club going up in flames, flames that were so large I was actually nervous they would spread and burn up the historic Garden District.
The trees that surrounded the Lafayette Club danced with the flames, threatening to light up. There were three fire trucks, taking up angles all around the building to calm the roaring flames.
Pushing my way forward, I called out Jett’s name, to the point where I felt my voice start to go hoarse, but my voice went unheard due to the sounds of the sirens, the shouts of the firemen directing each other, and the crowd that had gathered to watch everything unfold.
“Move,” I said, as I shoved a lady to the side, not caring who I took out. “Jett!” I screamed while looking around.
Nothing, I saw absolutely no one, not even Kace or one of the girls. Were they still in the building?
I pushed my way to the front of the crowd until I was able to make it to where firemen were blocking the crowd from getting closer. I tried to peek over the giant fireman in front of me, but I couldn’t see anything, so I took it upon myself to make my own ladder and hopped on top of the man standing in front of me. I knocked off his hat by accident and heard it clang to the ground as he spun around and started yelling at me.
“Lady, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked, trying to grab me from behind, but I clung on like he was my lifeline and used him as my lookout post to find a familiar face.
“You’re moving too fast, slow circles,” I directed him, while I continued to climb up his back.
“Get the hell off of me; I have a job to do,” he yelled, still grabbing at me.
I used the top of his head to help me gain a little more height as I planted my hand on his hair and pushed up.
“Just give me a second,” I said, while I continued to look around. “Why can’t I see anyone?”
“Lady, get off of me!”
I was about to snap at him and tell him to be a better ladder when a strong pair of warm hands grabbed me by the waist and lowered me to the ground. Quickly, I turned around and came face to face with the brooding man himself, Kace Haywood.
