Wild Fire (Chaos #6.5)(46)

“I didn’t ask my sister to come to your place and throw a tantrum,” she pointed out. “And I didn’t ask Roscoe to be there to witness it. But since she arrived in full-bore drama, I couldn’t exactly take a sec and get dressed before I saved you from it.”

Dutch sighed.

“Are we gonna go get Carlyle?” she demanded.

He straightened from her but did it grabbing her hand and pulling her off the stool.

He then turned to the men. “Hound, Jag, with me and Georgie. We’re gonna need a safe house for Carlyle. Who’s on that?”

“He can stay up the mountain with Red and me,” Tack said. “Distance means more safety. And we got room. But if he’s as big as you say, we’ll need two, three guys on hand to lock him down if needed.”

“I’m up,” High said.

“I’m there too,” Shy added.

“And me,” Joker finished it.

“Right. We’re covered,” Tack decreed to Dutch.

“How big is he?” Tyra asked.

“Probably six nine, three hundred pounds,” Dutch told her.

“I better get to the grocery store,” she mumbled.

“I’m in,” Elvira said.

“Me too,” Tabby said.

“And me,” Keely put in.

“I’m on Gary Bronson and I want Snap, Chill and Dog with me,” Rush declared. “Keely, give us everything you got.”

Rush moved toward his mom.

“As discussed at the table, Pete, Boz, Arlo, you men are on the neighbor,” Tack reminded them. “We need to know everywhere the woman goes, get shots of anyone in and out of her house, anyone she meets with, anyone she even gives eyes to. Yeah?”

“Who’s got her info?” Boz asked.

“Got you, boo,” Elvira said.

When Dutch returned his attention to Georgie, she was giving him a happy See? look.

He kissed her quick, looked at his dad and brother, jerked his chin up at them, then pulled his girl out to his truck.





The scene they rolled into at the flophouse address Kraken gave Georgie was not what they expected.

Mostly because they walked in not to see Banga and Kraken guarding a probably pissed-as-shit Carlyle.

But instead, they walked in to three guns aimed at them.

Dutch was first in, even if he had to shove Georgie physically behind him to go first, which meant Georgie was right behind him.

“Christ,” he bit out.

“Heard of knocking?” Luke Stark, Lee Nightingale’s right-hand man, bit back before he holstered his weapon.

Vance and Roam were both holstering theirs as well.

“Ohmigod, what in heaven’s name?” Georgie cried, coming around him.

It was a good question, since not only was Carlyle trussed up on the floor…

So were two men Dutch suspected were Banga and Kraken.

“I don’t know who to let loose first,” she snapped.

“That would be me,” the man Dutch knew by hearing his voice over speakerphone was Kraken said.

“It would be me,” by process of elimination, he knew it was Banga who said that.

“This fuckin’ shit is fuckin’ kidnapping,” Carlyle said.

“Do not cut Carlyle free,” Dutch warned, handing Georgie his knife so she could saw through the zip ties.

Georgiana took the knife, gave him a nod and headed toward Banga and Kraken.

“Shizlayaya, we did not sign up for this shizla,” Banga told her. “You didn’t tell us the Nightingale mofos were on the case. Shufa!”

“They didn’t believe we had this brother for you,” Kraken shared. “And I can tell you truth, I coulda lived my whole motherfuckin’ life without the experience of Luke Goddamned-Fuckin’ Stark subduing me. Have you been tased?” he asked Georgie.

“No,” she answered.

“I highly recommend avoiding it,” Kraken shared.

“I’m so sorry,” Georgie told them, going for Kraken first.

“You owe us big, Shizlayaya, for this shizla,” Banga shared.

On that, Dutch entered the conversation.

“She had nothing to do with your takedown, so get that out of your head.”

“We’re not gonna ask her to open up a crackhouse with us, cracker, shizzleazza owt,” Kraken replied.

“Okay…” Jag said slowly. “The fuck these guys talkin’ ’bout?”

“They have their own language,” Georgie shared.

Finishing up with Kraken, who was pulling his big, lanky, Black frame topped with its massive Afro with a pick comb stuck in it up from the floor, she was turning to Banga.

“No shit, darlin’? I got that part,” Jag returned.

“Shizla means ‘shit.’ Shizzleazza means ‘chill,’” she educated. “Shufa is the F-word.”

“Your name from them has the word shit in it?” Dutch growled.

“Also ‘yaya,’ honky,” Banga snapped. Now also free, he was hauling his short, stocky Black body topped with a high, electric-blue mohawk Afro from the floor. “Which means hot mama. Put together it means a hot mama who’s the shit.”

“Well, that makes perfect sense,” Luke Stark drawled.