Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I hissed once I realized what I was doing. “What the fuck, man?”
Michael shrugged. “Sorry, you were standing there looking at the sign like you were lost in thought. Wherever you were wasn’t a good place for you to be right now.”
I shrugged and nodded.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Michael replied with, “Anytime.”
Michael was yet another member of the nine man SWAT team.
He was dubbed ‘Saint Michael’ before Foster or I had arrived, but I didn’t see much saintly behavior coming from him. In fact, I’d seen him with more ladies lately than the entirety of the police department combined.
Well, that might have been an exaggeration, but it was quite close.
I had a feeling that it had a lot to do with a certain sister of Nico’s, the last man on our SWAT team.
Speaking of Nico, he gave Michael a withering glance as he passed, shouldering him out of the way as he passed us to go inside.
“What was that about?” I asked him.
Michael grimaced.
“Nikki,” was all he said.
I raised my brows at that answer, but chose not to reply.
‘Nikki’ was the sister I’d been thinking about.
No one was brave enough to ask him, especially with the way he’d acted a little over a month ago when he’d seen Nikki on a date during one of our weekly SWAT meetings.
He’d gone fucking berserk, which was about the time he’d decided to start fucking anything that moved. But I was the last person to talk. I was slowly falling in love with someone myself, and half the time I didn’t know what to do or say next.
Not that I’d just go off and fuck anything that had a workable, healthy vagina.
“Alight, ladies. Get these jumpsuits on. Spurlock’s, separate sides. Split up evenly.” Luke instructed.
“My ass won’t fit into a one-size fits all jumpsuit, fucker,” Downy grumbled as he held up the black jumpsuit.
“It stretches,” a young girl said from behind the counter.
I turned, seeing a cute little eighteen (at most) year old staring at us with googley eyes.
“Yeah, Downy,” Bennett jeered. “It stretches. The good thing is you don’t have to put that big head of yours in it, otherwise you’d be screwed.”
Downy flipped Bennett off, laughing quietly as he shoved his feet into the incredibly stretchy spandex.
“What the fuck? Are these fuckin’ leotards?” James asked as he looked down at his body.
“Ahhh,” the girl said behind the counter. “They’re supposed to be more roomy than that…but I guess y’all are too big for them.”
“Ya fuckin’ think?” Michael muttered, looking down his body at the way his body most certainly did not fit into the jumpsuit.
The pants portion of the jumpsuit hit him about two inches above his ankles, letting about two inches of his sweat pants peak out the bottom of the suit.
The same went for the top portion.
You could see about three inches of the Under Armour long sleeved t-shirt he was wearing.
“These aren’t one size fits all,” John grumbled.
I snorted and got into my own jumpsuit, barely containing the laugh that threatened to burst free from my chest when I saw the way the suit made me look like I had boobs.
“This is attractive,” I teased, rubbing my fingers on my nipples.
Nico snorted, looking down at his own body.
“This better be fucking good,” he growled.
When that comment left Nico’s mouth, a bright flash followed by the sound of a camera’s fake shutter pierced the silence around us.
We all turned to the source, the young girl, and glared.
She visibly wilted, hunching down into herself as she got not one, but all of our attention at once.
“If that gets on social media, I will literally bust your ass. I’ll find some way to arrest you, even if I have to follow you around and observe your every goddamn move to do it,” Foster growled.
The girl’s eyes visibly widened at that threat, and I had to suppress a snort of laughter that threatened to pour from my throat.
Jesus, Foster could be such a dickhead sometimes.
She turned quickly and started gathering plastic covered tubes as well as boxes, bringing them over to us.
“There are a thousand rounds here. I need to show y’all a how-to video before I can let y’all use…never mind,” she said quickly when she registered that we were all looking at her like she was stupid again. “I’m sure y’all can figure it out.”
“Each player has his own color. Let me know when y’all are ready and I’ll turn on the fog machine and lights,” she said quickly before hurrying away.
“You’re scaring the poor girl,” I teased Bennett.
Bennett raised his eyebrow at me. “She shouldn’t say stupid things if she doesn’t want to be called out on it.”
Shaking my head, I walked to the counter and picked my color. Pink, of course, and started filling up the three containers, as well as the paint ball gun.
“Have you ever done this before?” Nico asked as he eyed me.
I nodded. “Yeah, my mom used to buy us games at the local field all the time. She thought that we had too much energy.”
“She only took us when we beat the shit out of each other too much. Then we’d get all our rivalry out for a few weeks, then she’d take us back again when we started it back up again,” Foster replied, choosing yellow. “I always won.”
I snorted and threw him a look. “That’s ‘cause you were fat, and the balls bounced off of you without breaking because of all your fluffiness.”
He threw a ball at my face. “Take that back, fucker.”
“You were fat?” The girl asked from across the room.
Foster ignored her as did the rest of us.
Once we were locked and loaded, she led the eight us into the room.
“You’re not playing, AC?” Downy yelled loudly.
“No, they can only play eight at a time. I’ll be upstairs watching though. I can’t wait to show this video to the chief,” Luke yelled.
AC stood for Assistant Chief.
Something that Luke hated to be called, because he hated the job as well as the title.