Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“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.
“I order brownies,” Kraken declared Georgie’s way.
“The big cookies with the cinnamon,” Banga put in.
“Snickerdoodles,” Georgie corrected.
“Shizlayaya, I do not say words as stupid as the word ‘snickerdoodles,’” Banga retorted.
To that, Hound snorted.
Banga and Kraken’s eyes narrowed on Hound.
Dutch stepped in.
“Okay, men, thank you for what you did and we’re sorry shit got confused but you’re off the case.”
Dutch tensed when Kraken got close to Georgie and stabbed a finger in her face. “Brownies.”
He then stared when she threw her arms around his neck, gave him a hug and promised, “Give me a couple days. I have a new boyfriend and he’s keeping me busy.” She let go and finished, “But I’ll text you after I make them.”
“Gotcha, sister, stay shizzleazza,” Kraken replied.
Then, fuck him, they did a complicated handshake with a dizzying variety of moves that spanned them from waists to over Georgie’s head before they finished it.
Dutch glanced at Jag and Hound to see both of them staring at his woman with huge motherfucking grins on their faces.
Christ.
Banga moved in next, got his hug, handshake and promise of cookies.
Then Kraken bellied up to Dutch before they took off, noting, “I would share, you fuck her over, I’ll fuck you up, but then I’d have Chaos all over my ass, and I ain’t sheerashaka dumb. So hear me, shanakaka, you fuck her over, know you’re just the stupidest shanakaka out there. Ya dig?”
Dutch kinda did, he kinda did not.
However, since he had absolutely no intention of fucking Georgie over, he jerked up his chin.
Banga just stared him down and spat, “Sharashena,” before he left.
The door closed.
All eyes turned to Georgiana.
“‘Shanakaka’ means ‘asshole.’ The rest of it, I have no clue. And I bribe them for their help with baked goods because I have a talent in that area. It used to work with Jackson too, but that bridge has been irretrievably burned,” she explained.