Frank’s remains were cremated, and Zeek scattered the ashes on his father’s grave. Said they both could dwell in Hell together, that with both of them being underground, Earth wouldn’t be so maniacal. I think Zeek forgets that Cross is still missing though. Nobody can find him, it’s scary and I won’t give up until he’s found.
“Deputy Oaks, can you book her?” I startle and push myself from my desk, my huge stomach getting caught and slowing me down. Having twins, you get bigger than if you were only having one. At least that’s what the books say. Thanks, Deluca family, that twin gene came from his side of the family.
Finally getting out of my seat I see Dolly. She’s wearing skanky clothes, and she’s handcuffed.
“I said I didn’t do nothing!”
“What’s the charges?” I ask Chewie, looking over the paperwork in his hand. Chewie was my partner for a while before everything happened. He’s a dope head, but I think he’s loyal which is all that matters to me.
“I pulled her over for speeding, and she fucking hit me with her helmet and tried to run.” He points at the side of his head, it’s bruised.
“Damn.”
“Yeah, don’t be nice to her. Make her wait for booking or something. You know what…just make her life hell.” He seems frustrated, his forehead wrinkled with anger. I can’t help but laugh.
“You got it.” Making her life hell, I can do. I am going to put her in the cell with the drunk who shit himself. I would try to be professional, but when it comes to four-star cunts, I can’t oblige by the rules.
“Hey, I got that info you wanted.” My eyes perk.
“Yeah?”
“So, it looks like the crew moving the drugs are taking the 405.” He places his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side as he explains his findings.
“The 405?” That doesn’t make sense, that can’t be right. I nibble on my lip and flick the mouse to my computer.
“What are you doing?” Ignoring him I pull up the map and point at the screen.
“No, that’s not right, they have rival gangs on that route. Stick to the 110, they’re going to take that route, I know it.” Glancing back at Chewie, he frowns.
“My informant says—”
“They’re wrong, trust me on this one.”
He inhales, and slaps the papers in his hand on the palm of his other hand.
“You got it.”
“Hey, you going to book me or what? Where’s my phone call, bitch?” Dolly pops some gum, her knees scraped from Chewie taking her down. Her eyes light up with recognition when I face her fully.
“Oh, I’m sorry I’m going on break. It’s going to be awhile.” I fake smile, rub my belly and head to the breakroom for a donut.
Zeek
“You’re sure?”
“Yep, said to take the 110, that you had rivals on the 405.” A proud smile creeps along my face.
“Thanks.” Hanging up the phone I gesture for Machete to climb down from the truck.
“You smell that, that is some grade A shit, man.” Machete smells his hands.
“Change of plans, we’re taking the 405.”
“Dude, the Gringos use—”
“We’ll be fine. Just keep under the radar, we got a trap set up on the 110.”
“Fuck. Alright, I’ll let the boys know,” Machete states, pulling his phone out.
“We’re not delivering until tomorrow, we got time to make plans and get armed,” I holler after him.
***
STRIDING INTO THE HOUSE the smell of food hits my stomach. I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m starved.
“Hey, babe!” I shout, throwing my keys on the side table.
“I’m in the kitchen!” Jillian hollers.
Jinx slides into the living room, and starts rubbing on my leg.
“Hey, Devil kitty.” Reaching down I give him a scratch. I still hate cats, I only like Jinx. He understands my hatred for his kind, and accepts that fully.
Making my way into the kitchen, Jillian is putting down a bowl of food.
“Baby, I told you I’d cook.” Grabbing her by the sweats I pull her into me, and hug her tightly smelling her neck. Fuck, I missed her today.
“I wanted to, it’s fine.” She cups my face with an oven mitt.
Reaching down I rub at her belly.
“How is my little man, and princess?”
“Ugh, sitting on my bladder.” She groans, making her way around me. Being a father scares the shit out of me. I have a stack of fucking books on my side of the bed that I am reading, hoping they can explain to me how not to be a fucked-up dad…but they don’t tell you how to do that. They just tell you what to do when putting your child in bed. No extra blankets, don’t have it too hot, no toys. It’s scary as hell, who knew being a parent would be more terrifying than being an Outlaw?
“My belly has been itching like crazy.” Her head leans back, and her eyes roll as she starts scratching the skin of her stomach. Grabbing her wrist I stop her.
“Go get your cream, I’ll rub it on there for you.”
“Oh, that would be amazing. I just can’t put it on like you do.”