Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I’ve got to hit the shower,” I said before dashing into the bedroom, leaving Kettle to deal with our little problem.
Then I snickered to myself.
I was such a hoe.
Chapter 13
There’s a fight in your firefighter. Just be there for him when he needs you.
-Silas’ words of wisdom
Adeline
Fifteen hours later found us all gathered around a huge table in the middle of the clubhouse.
All the couches and chairs I’d seen on my previous visit were pushed to the side of the room in one corner.
Rock star Christmas Pandora Station was playing through Kettle’s iPhone that was connected to the speakers, and I was having a fucking blast.
I’d been to many parties with my father’s club, but I was a young kid, and kids didn’t have the same participation level in a club as adults did.
So here I was in the middle of the table with Baylee on one side of me, and Kettle on the other.
Baby Blaise was in my arms, dressed adorably in her tiny little onesie that said, ‘Merry Christmas ya Filthy Animal’ on it, and it made me have those ideas again.
Baylee was currently going over a call they’d caught last week, and Trance snorted when he heard her recount.
“What’s the craziest call you’ve ever had?” I asked Trance.
Trance thought about it for a few seconds, eyes going distant, before he smiled widely.
“Well, there was this one time I was called by dispatch for officer assistance. They had a man masturbating at the local Wal-Mart on one of those benches that sits by the checkout lanes. He was just doing it right out in the open for everyone to see. Anyway, the first cop to get on scene was a rookie cop who’d never been on a solo call before. Of course, he picked that one up. So, he goes about trying to persuade the man to stop, but there’s such a crowd around him that he really can’t do much of anything besides talk to the man.” Trance started.
He picked up his beer, took a sip, and set it down before continuing.
“Anyway, he called for backup, and two seasoned beat cops show up. Of course, the same thing happens. The guy’s still stroking his meat in front of God and country while the three cops try, calmly, to tell him to stop. They can’t really do much about it, because the guy was high on meth, and they know he’s going to have to be brought in. Then the show started when the rookie lost the quarter toss and was forced to actually put the guy in handcuffs. As soon as the rookie touched the guy, he fucking flipped. Switch thrown, I’m saying. One second he’s calm and just slowly stroking, and the next he goes fuckin’ wild and starts attacking the cops and the crowd. Let’s not forget that he’s still working his cock.” Trance laughed.
The men around me were all laughing their asses off, Kettle’s top half was bent over the table as he wiped tears from his eyes, and Sebastian and Loki were leaning against each other laughing full throttle.
The scene made me so fuckin’ happy I could scream.
These men had a soft spot in my heart a mile wide.
“So they call me. By the time I showed up, there were twelve officers on scene all trying their best to stop the guy, but none were brave enough to get close to the man because the fucker’s still jacking off, more furiously than before. They’d tased him numerous times, and he shrugged it off like the goddamn Hulk. So my old K-9 partner, Elixir, and I walk inside the Wal-Mart and follow the crowd to find the fucker scrapping with the rookie cop while a few of the other cops are standing back videotaping it. At one point, the man that was high on meth got the upper hand and straddled the cop, aiming his dick right at the rookie cops’ face. Needless to say, I let Elixir go to do his job and the meth head still wouldn’t fucking stop jacking it. It did hold him still long enough for us to get some restraints on him and shit. They shoved him in the back of the rookie’s police car where the meth addict proceeds to use the fucking seat to finally get off. Then he goes to fuckin’ sleep. Like it never even happened.”
“That’s...” I said shaking my head. “Crazy!”
“I used to live in Vegas. It’s a big city. Lots of crazy shit going on.” Trance nodded.
“So you’re telling me he fought them off single handedly?” Sebastian wheezed.
Trance nodded solemnly making the entire table erupt in laughter.
I shook my head and then looked at Kettle. “What about you?”
He wasn’t able to answer before his name was bellowed from the other end of the table.
“Kettle!” Porter yelled. “It’s time”
Porter was holding up a black case in the air that resembled the shape of an instrument and shaking it wildly.
“Hey, careful with that!” He said standing abruptly and walking quickly to Porter.
“Oh, yeah. Get ready for a show!” Baylee said, as she rubbed her hands together vigorously.
“What’s going on?” I asked, as I moved the baby until she was propped up on my shoulder with her little baby bottom in my hand.
“You’ll see,” she said cryptically.
Kettle, Porter, and another man I’d seen, but didn’t know right off hand, took a seat in the very corner of the room and started tuning their individual instruments.
Porter pulled out a worn and battered acoustic guitar, the other guy, who I’d finally placed as Torren, pulled out a harmonica type device that was connected to some sort of cord or something. Then there was Kettle, who’d pulled out a gleaming wooden fiddle that was beautiful.
“Are they going to play Christmas carols?” I asked
Sebastian, who was on the other side of Baylee, heard my comment and snorted. “Do they look like they’re going to play Christmas carols? They’d all have to be really, really drunk to do that. Kettle doesn’t normally play too often, either, so they wouldn’t piss him off by asking him to play carols. He’d never play again, and it’s an awesome thing to witness; it’s best not to piss him off just in case.”