Tuesday Tales - Door

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This week’s word prompt is “door”. We are taking a tiny break from Ezekiel Hallow (he’ll be back, I promise!) to stop by Vegas to meet up with some MMA fighters. This will be the last week of this story.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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The five of them made their way to their cars. Nic helped Casey into the back of Jed’s Jeep then hopped into the passenger seat. He watched his older brother as they drove down the road. Jed’s emotions were all over his face and they warred between devastation and fury. For a moment Nic had to blink back the sting of tears. Things were going so well.
Once they were all in the apartment, Jed locked the door. Reese and Jace sat down on the couch. Casey curled up on the kitchen chair where she ate. Jed paced the kitchen. Nic made his way past his brother to Casey and laid a protective hand on her shoulder.
Jed stopped and glared at Jace. “Sixth sense. Now.”
Jace’s face was grim. “There were two guys standing outside. I couldn’t get a good look at their hands which is a bad sign. They were far too well dressed for the neighborhood your gym is in.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
Jed ran his hand through his hair again. “I have to call Reynolds and tell him what happened. I’m guessing those guys weren’t looking to join.” He turned to look at Nic and Casey. “Were they?”
“Jed, don’t,” Nic warned with a snarl.
Casey curled up a little tighter. “I don’t know anything really. Without getting a look, I don’t know if they came from Stuart. But my guess is that they did.”
“What was their purpose?” Reese questioned.
“Probably to smoke us out and pick us off,” Jace answered. He stood. “I’m going to call my FBI friend and see if he can help us at all. Maybe he can give me some inside information of how to handle these sons of bitches.”
As he headed for the door, Jed grabbed his arm to stop him. “Make the call in my room.”
“The number is at my office,” Jace protested.
“Call someone to get it for you.”
“Jed.”
Nic watched as Jed stared Jace in the eye. “Listen. Aside from Macy and maybe Reynolds, my world is in this apartment right now and I could have lost all of you. I don’t know if those bastards are outside that door right now. So humor me, please? Stay. I need to know you’re okay.”
Jace gazed at him for a moment, then nodded. He changed direction and disappeared into Jed’s bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Jed turned back to Nic. “I’m going to use your bedroom to call Reynolds and the insurance agent. The gym is closed until we can assess the damage. It could be weeks and I can’t afford to rebuild or be down that long. Fuck.”
Nic hauled Casey to her feet then guided her to the overstuffed chair by the window. He sat then tugged her onto his lap, cradling her close to him. He absentmindedly rocked her as he looked outside.