Page 71 of Burn Bag
I scowled at him in irritation. “It was three trips to the hospital. It’s not that bad.”
“It’s not that bad,” he mocked. “Says the man who can’t sit properly without adjusting his dick so the cuts don’t break open. Why the fuck did you stay with her?”
“Because I married her,” I snapped.
“She brought seven fucking cats into your house!” he said incredulously. “That’s the type of warning signal that should have you running in the opposite direction! Red, back me up here!”
He shrugged, taking a seat. “I can’t say much. Look at Zoe.”
“Zoe never attacked you with cats,” Eli pointed out.
“No, but she did make Fox the godfather of my kids. That’s got to be like ten times worse.”
“All I’m saying is that you should maybe go on a job and think things through. I mean, do you really want to stay with this woman for the rest of your life?”
“I literally just got married and you already want me to get a divorce?”
“Annulment,” Eli corrected. “And why not? It’s not like you actually know her.”
No, I didn’t know her, but I couldn’t have a failed marriage under my belt after only three days. That had to be the worst record of all time. Besides, I actually liked her. I mean, from what little I knew of her.
“I’m not getting an annulment. We just need an adjustment period.”
Red snorted. “That and a manual for living with a woman you just met.”
Lock walked in the door, his lips curving in a grin as he took his seat at the head of the table. “How’s married life?”
I glared at him, knowing he’d already heard about our little excursions. “Why did you call us in?”
“Oh, just thought you might want a job to get away for a few days.”
“And why would I want that?” I snapped. “I just got married.”
“Yes, you just got married and ended up in the hospital on the first day.”
“Second,” I corrected.
“Right, from a cat attack.”
“Multiple cat attacks,” Red corrected. “Don’t forget about the cat latching onto your balls in the kitchen.”
As if I needed the reminder. “Is there a point to any of this?”
“Hey, we’re just looking out for you.” Lock tossed a file our way. “I’ve got a good one for you. I think you’ll like this one.”
“It’d better be fucking good,” I muttered, flipping the file open. I gritted my teeth at what I saw. “Is this a fucking joke?” I snarled.
Lock bit back his smile, pressing his fist to his face to keep from laughing at me. “It’s a serious job.”
I picked up the picture of the cats and flipped it to face him. “You want us to transport cats?”
“Well, seeing as how you’re already so good at dealing with them,” he chuckled. “And those aren’t just any cats. Those are prize-winning cats.”
I slammed the folder closed and shoved it back at him. “No.”
“Oh, come on,” he laughed. “This is a serious job!”
“Transporting cats?” I shouted, shoving to my feet.
