Page 29 of Ball Buster

“Me too,” he murmurs.

“No really. I mean my trailer is on fire.” I twist his head toward the window.

“The fuck?” he pulls out and grabs a t shirt and his jeans from the floor.

I nab my panties and tee following behind him as he runs out the door.

“Call 911,” he barks, going for the water hose.

“I left my cell in the trailer.”

“Get mine from my cut.”

I run back inside and as I’m digging for his phone someone comes up behind me and bumps me on the head. I stumble forward landing on the bed. I roll over and look up to see Angel standing over me with a can of gas and a lighter.

“Are you crazy?”

“You can’t have him. He’s mine. You hear me,” she screams, opening the gas can, and I take the opportunity to lunge at her.

She goes flying back into the dresser. The gas can falls from her hold, the contents spilling out on the floor.

“You’re insane.” I scramble away from her going for the front door when her hand hooks around my ankle. I kick out at her and yell for Solo as we wrestle around in the gasoline.

The next thing I know she screams out in pain rolling away from me. I look over and see Tater biting at her.

Okay. So maybe he doesn’t hate me.

I rush outside and find Solo battling against the flames engulfing my trailer and losing.

“Did you call?”

“Um no. I tried but your psycho ex-girlfriend attacked me and is currently getting mauled by your dog.”

“Fucking hell. Take this.” He hands me the hose and runs inside his trailer.

Chapter twelve

Solo

“Eat up, buddy.” Vada scratches Tater behind the ears as he munches on a bowl of fruit and nuts. “He needs more water, babe.”

“When you said you were bringing your dog you didn’t mention he was a fucking raccoon.” Rebel shakes his head at me.

“Hush. You might hurt his feelings,” Vada scolds and Prez shoots me a look.

I grin. “I wouldn’t challenge my ol’ lady, man. She’s a real ball buster.”

“I can hear you.”

I chuckle under my breath as I grab a bottle of water from the cooler for her to pour into his other bowl. The two of them bonded after he came to her defense when Angel pulled her crazy shit the other night. We’re staying at the Roadhouse until we get the smell of gas out of my place, or we can get something new.

Angel is facing arson and attempted murder charges. I’m not so sure her daddy can buy her way out of this one. I don’t know what the stupid bitch was thinking. Cunt went off the damn deep end.

“You’re real good at attracting the crazies,” Tina, Vega’s ol’ lady says.

“Uh, I seem to recall your ex burning your apartment and the bakery down,” Camreigh, Sawyer’s woman tells her.

“Fair point.”

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