“Don’t you ever spew such vitriol into the ether again, you could bring about the end of the world or like a bible-toting version of Beetlejuice.”
“I’m sorry, mom. I took it too far, it just…I almost died—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Eve throws her hands in the air and turns to me. “You put a ring on it, you licked it, now she’s your problem to deal with. I’m going to snuggle that cute little baby boy, right after I steal him from his grumpy nonna.”
“Why must you be such a brat.” I say rhetorically. Getting down on the bed next to Priss, I curl myself around her, feeling content for the first time since she was attacked. I have her here safe and sound, my son is being loved on by the biggest extended family in existence and we are eating like royalty with so many people coming in and out cooking for us all.
A knock on the door has both of us looking up to see Aunt Merith and Aunt KellyAnne coming in bearing take out containers. “We have strict instructions to bring in the food and leave while saying no more than this sentence.” Kel smiles as she places the food on the bed, while Merith puts the drinks on the nightstand.
“Chicken pita with fries and ranch dressing!” Priss squeals, painfully pushing on my body to hoist herself into position to eat.
“I can’t believe my cuddles were superseded by a chicken pita.” I murmur.
“With fries and ranch dressing!” Merith says indignantly.
“Shh, Merith. Eve threatened Nefarious Nate, sleeping pills and Adam’s tattoo gun!” Kel hisses, pulling on a reluctant Merith.
“She spoils all the fun. Bye love-birds!” Merith waves cheerily while being hauled out of the suite.
Priscilla is already a third of the way through her meal, before I open my container. It looks good enough, I guess. I drizzle ranch over the pita and take a bite, moaning at the first taste. “Of fuck, that’s good.”
“I know, it’s better than sex.” She takes another big bite. I stop with my food halfway to my mouth and just stare at her, aghast. She senses me looking and has the good sense to amend her statement. “I mean, sex with myself.”
I nod and finish my food. Both of us silent as we devour it.
“Since you have food in your stomach, take a pain pill.” I get up and grab the bottles from the dresser.
I guess the trick is to supply her with copious amounts of food, then she can be led wherever you want. Without arguing she takes her pills, eating the last of her fries. Her eyes grow heavy after a few more minutes and I know that just the trek home and getting into bed wore her out.
I kiss her forehead, then clear the bed of our trash. I snuggle up behind her in bed, kissing her neck as her breathing evens out. My phone pings with a text message in my pocket. I pull it out, after some finagling, and see it’s from Asher.
Asher: A package has been delivered for you, it’s in the garage.
My pulse spikes at the thought of what that gift is. My brothers came through for me. I kiss Priss one more time, whispering “I love you” in her ear before making my way to the lobby.
I see Primo, his brothers, the dicks and my club brothers waiting for me. The boobs, Eve and her in-laws come over to me and give me a quick hug, “We’ll go sit with her and Elead.”
“She’s sleeping.”
“Good. Now, go do testosterone fueled man things, we’ll take care of them both.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her and grumpy nonna on their cheek, then lead the men to the garage. It’s time to have some fun.
Ephraim 30.
“You can’t do this!” Steve Wells screams. “We’re cops, they are gonna fry you for this!”
“I highly doubt that, detective.” I say, crouching low to meet his eyes. He is currently tied to a tilt table. “You see, even if we were to get caught, which we won’t, I would gladly serve my time if it meant I got to break you for what you did my woman.”
“I would shake his hand and serve his food in prison, for doling out suitable punishment to the men who tried to murder my daughter!” Primo growls out, the sound like thunder in the room under the garage.
Don Smythe is oddly quiet, trembling the same as Wells, but stoic in his resolve. He’s hogtied on the floor, but in perfect view of his comrade.
“We didn’t do anything wrong! I just lost my son.” Wells wails, trying to plead with our humanity. Too bad for him, we all seem to have left it in our other pants.
“Oh yeah?” Judah starts. “You didn’t beat your son to within an inch of his life, on a regular basis, have your druggie doctor cover it up, keep your wife so strung out on narcotics that she didn’t even know what year it was let alone what you had been up to. You and your partner didn’t steal an old police cruiser years ago and then use it to scare witnesses and other unsavory characters. You didn’t then pull over my brother’s woman, this man’s daughter, all these men’s niece, brutally beat and stab her, then stomp on her face and leave her for dead. Your doctor friend didn’t kill your son in his hospital bed like a fucking coward.” He gets so close to a sniveling Wells that he spits on his face as he talks. “Tell me, what do I have wrong?”
“Fine! The bitch had it coming, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. She was going to ruin everything we’ve built!”
“Does he sound
