Page 69 of Reaper Razed
“Text me when you get to the bar.” he shouts out as she scurries through the door.”
He turns and punches the wall. “Well, this is a right royal fucking shitshow if ever I’ve seen one. What the fuck am I doing? I wanted to come home to be with her so I didn’t lose anyone else, and I’m pushing her away and making her hate me.”
“Come on, let’s stoke up the fire pit get our tequila on, and sort through these fucking… feelings.” I nod to the door.
“Can I sit this one out? I'm fine.” Dane hangs back near the front door.”
“Are you fuck fine. You’re fucking things up with Dice. You won’t even speak to the poor guy. You’re both being dicks. Outside, now! Don’t make me make you!”
“Fucking hell!” Dane grimaces but heads out anyway. Grabbing the tequila and blankets, we all head out back, lighting the fire and sitting back with a bottle of tequila each.
Bran
We take a seat and demolish half a bottle of tequila each before anyone talks. “Why am I even here? I’ve got better things to do.” Dane grumbles.
“Family therapy! Suck it up, arsehole!” Ray spits out.
“Look, shit went sideways. We all fucked up; we just need to move on.” Dane chugs more drink.
“No, I fucked up! That’s why they're dead. Because of me!”
“Don’t be so fucking stupid, Bran. You did not fuck up!” Ray slaps me round the back of the head before chugging another drink herself. “Mistakes were made! But ‘we’ did not fucking make them!”
“They should never have been there,” Dane agrees. “They’d been out of the game too long. Their last mission was what, four, maybe five years ago? They were fucking retired, for fuck’s sake!”
“Who gave them fucking clearance to be there?” I ask, glancing at both my brother and sister.
“Who do you think? They’re fucking Alpha 1. They don’t need anyone else’s permission,” Ray spits. She’s fucking fuming.
“What do we do now?” I ask as Dane keeps fidgeting. We’re all starting to slur our words, but we’re still making sense, so that’s a good thing.
“I’m retiring from the Mercs. I’ll still help with the dealing and distribution, even the security, but the Mercs can fuck right off. I’ve got too much to lose now!” Ray spits again, her words coming out like venom now.
“If you're out, I am too. I can’t lose Demi. I need to step up and stop being an arsehole before I ruin everything. I need to get my head on straight.”
“I’m staying in. I’ve literally got fucking nothing to lose.” Dane shrugs and slurs more than before, swaying a little. Our bottles are nearly empty now.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ray stands up, getting right in Dane’s face. She must have got up too quickly, as she rests a hand on his face to steady herself. “Nothing to fucking lose. Are you shitting me right now?”
Dane launches himself off his chair, knocking her hand away, and throws himself at her. They both stumble to the ground. “Yeah, that’s right, Mrs. I’m married to the hot, sexy, wonderful, fucking Steel.” He punches her in the ribs. She grins at him and punches him back.
“That’s right, Mr Wounded Pride, because the hot, sexy, wonderful fucking Dice turned you down. Ya big fucking baby. He’s working through some stuff. You need to be patient. Instead, you threw it in his face, and now you’re whining like a lil bitch about it!” They’re rolling around on the floor, laying punches to each other's ribs.
“Well, it’s not my fault your fucking husband’s smoking hot, and I’ve got no one!” Dane sniffs and slurs his words, blinking rapidly.
“You’re such a fucking dick-wadding arse-wiping fart box!” She punches him in the jaw, and his head whips around. She jumps to her feet, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I sit and chug the last of my bottle and glance around. Their bottles are virtually empty, but there’s another one, so I open it and grab a swig.
“You’re such a fucking dildo, you wet bender!” Dane screeches at Ray as he lunges for her, missing and staggering forward. She kicks him in the arse, and he goes down, rolling onto his back. She straddles him and tucks his hands by her side under her legs.
“You’re such a fucking cockwombling bellend, you sliding patio fucking door, you absolute fucking douche-canoeing twatwaffle.” She starts jabbing at his chest. “Tut tu tu tu tut,” and then shouts, “Ding!” She slaps him around the face, then does it again. “Tut tu tu tu tut.” Then slap. “Ding”
“What the fuck’s she doing?” I flinch at the deep, gravelly voice of Steel, who is sitting in the chair next to me, and as I lean forward, Dice is in the other one.
“Typewriter!” I mutter, shrugging. It’s all I have to give in reply.
“You think you're so much better than everyone cos you’re stupidly freakishly fucking strong for an early arse!” Dane insults Ray again.
“Tut tu tu tu tut.” Slap. “Ding.” She laughs. “If you were that bothered, you could have followed your boyfriend into Narnia instead of standing outside the closet bitching about it.”