didn’t smoke and I hated my bluff being called so I hurled the pack back at her and fought a smirk when it hit her in the left titty.
“Real mature, taint Nazi.”
Can’t strangle her …
“You got anyone else showing up I need to know about?”
“No,” she says unaffected by my temper. “It’s Friday. Fridays are Darius’s if he’s in town. I never back to back, I think it’s tacky.”
“You have a schedule?”
“You don’t?” she asked and when she blinked innocently at me, I almost punched a hole in the boat. But out of respect for the quality built vessel, I didn’t. She could not be serious, could she? We’ve been apart too long for me to tell if she was bullshitting me or not. I fucking hated this .
“How many guys are you fucking to need a schedule, Kimye?”
“Kimye? She sputters. “That was low, even for you. Go home, cock socket,” she sighed and still refused to look at me. “I’m not playing your reindeer games.”
“Gonna call Darius?”
“I don’t owe you shit!” she yells finally losing her cool.
“The hell you don’t!” I yell back, never having a handle on my own. “Why’d you walk out on me and disappear?”
“Why won’t you leave!”
“Answer me and maybe I will!”
Pushing me but getting nowhere, she grunts and says, “God, I fucking hate you!” Right as a bullet blew by us and embedded itself into her microwave.
“Son of a bitch!” she screams. “Now my shit’s getting filled with holes! This is your fault! You bail bonded nitwit motherfucker!”
Tackling her to the floor, I roll on top to cover her and ask, “Please, stay the fuck down.”
“If you get hit I’m letting you bleed out.”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and get your wish, Drew,” and then for a split second I saw her mask fall. She didn’t want me hurt, she didn’t know what she wanted but hearing her name on my lips affected her.
“Don’t bleed on my boat, moral majority,” she mumbled but I could only focus on how soft her skin was. When another bullet tore through, she growled, reached under her couch for yet another gun and pushed away.
Where does she keep getting guns from?
“You know what, Noah? If I waited for you, we’d take on water and sink. I’ll handle this from up top, you stay here and finish your beer, rookie.” Scaling the steps, I swore I heard, “Didn’t Foxy teach you anything? Acking Fusshole.”
No sooner did she reach the top, I heard her return fire. I also heard her yelling out obscenities and death threats.
I couldn’t see shit from where I was and it pissed me off that I was at a disadvantage. There was no helping her from down here. But I needed to watch the door in case anyone tried to enter. It infuriated me that she ran up straight into danger and I was feeling raw that she left me behind. Minutes ticked by in silence and when it was clear the shooter had bailed, the cabin became quiet, too quiet.
“Drew?” I call up to her. “Get your ass down here.”
Coming down the steps, she enters the cabin in just her t-shirt and sighs. “Whatever mess you stepped into, I need you to take that mess with you when you leave.”
Until I figured out what was going on, those rounds could have been intended for either one or, both of us. I also wasn’t telling her that until tonight I’d managed to do this for nine years without being shot at. Bottom line was right now; I was watching my mouth. More time passed by and we were both still tweaked about being shot at, twice, in one night. Both of us stared out the windows into darkness looking for something but finding nothing. She might be a bad ass, but no one liked being shot at, period. I sure as fuck didn’t enjoy it. My God damn hands were still shaking. Twenty minutes later, it was safe to assume the threat wasn’t returning, at least not tonight.
“We used to be tight, I used to know everything about you,” I say grabbing a new beer ready to hash this out. “What did
“Real mature, taint Nazi.”
Can’t strangle her …
“You got anyone else showing up I need to know about?”
“No,” she says unaffected by my temper. “It’s Friday. Fridays are Darius’s if he’s in town. I never back to back, I think it’s tacky.”
“You have a schedule?”
“You don’t?” she asked and when she blinked innocently at me, I almost punched a hole in the boat. But out of respect for the quality built vessel, I didn’t. She could not be serious, could she? We’ve been apart too long for me to tell if she was bullshitting me or not. I fucking hated this .
“How many guys are you fucking to need a schedule, Kimye?”
“Kimye? She sputters. “That was low, even for you. Go home, cock socket,” she sighed and still refused to look at me. “I’m not playing your reindeer games.”
“Gonna call Darius?”
“I don’t owe you shit!” she yells finally losing her cool.
“The hell you don’t!” I yell back, never having a handle on my own. “Why’d you walk out on me and disappear?”
“Why won’t you leave!”
“Answer me and maybe I will!”
Pushing me but getting nowhere, she grunts and says, “God, I fucking hate you!” Right as a bullet blew by us and embedded itself into her microwave.
“Son of a bitch!” she screams. “Now my shit’s getting filled with holes! This is your fault! You bail bonded nitwit motherfucker!”
Tackling her to the floor, I roll on top to cover her and ask, “Please, stay the fuck down.”
“If you get hit I’m letting you bleed out.”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and get your wish, Drew,” and then for a split second I saw her mask fall. She didn’t want me hurt, she didn’t know what she wanted but hearing her name on my lips affected her.
“Don’t bleed on my boat, moral majority,” she mumbled but I could only focus on how soft her skin was. When another bullet tore through, she growled, reached under her couch for yet another gun and pushed away.
Where does she keep getting guns from?
“You know what, Noah? If I waited for you, we’d take on water and sink. I’ll handle this from up top, you stay here and finish your beer, rookie.” Scaling the steps, I swore I heard, “Didn’t Foxy teach you anything? Acking Fusshole.”
No sooner did she reach the top, I heard her return fire. I also heard her yelling out obscenities and death threats.
I couldn’t see shit from where I was and it pissed me off that I was at a disadvantage. There was no helping her from down here. But I needed to watch the door in case anyone tried to enter. It infuriated me that she ran up straight into danger and I was feeling raw that she left me behind. Minutes ticked by in silence and when it was clear the shooter had bailed, the cabin became quiet, too quiet.
“Drew?” I call up to her. “Get your ass down here.”
Coming down the steps, she enters the cabin in just her t-shirt and sighs. “Whatever mess you stepped into, I need you to take that mess with you when you leave.”
Until I figured out what was going on, those rounds could have been intended for either one or, both of us. I also wasn’t telling her that until tonight I’d managed to do this for nine years without being shot at. Bottom line was right now; I was watching my mouth. More time passed by and we were both still tweaked about being shot at, twice, in one night. Both of us stared out the windows into darkness looking for something but finding nothing. She might be a bad ass, but no one liked being shot at, period. I sure as fuck didn’t enjoy it. My God damn hands were still shaking. Twenty minutes later, it was safe to assume the threat wasn’t returning, at least not tonight.
“We used to be tight, I used to know everything about you,” I say grabbing a new beer ready to hash this out. “What did
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