SWNOVELS Chapter 77: Freaking the fuck out!
After a round of congratulations to the new ranks they filed into the trucks and headed towards town to the storage units. Dax was riding with Carter and Marco, while the others were in the other truck.
“So why is she coming, won’t seeing that stuff potentially set her off?” Damon asked,
“I don’t think it will, not in that sense. I am hoping it triggers something. Looney toons has never hurt her, or done anything to hurt her. She has probably spoken to him and didn’t even know it. If she sees the work it might trigger a conversation she’s had” Kane replied,
“She would know him, but then the town would know of a twin as well, how come this is the first we’re hearing of a twin in town?” Johnny asked,
“Bad thought!” Damon replied,
“Oh dear Goddess, what now?” Johnny replied,
“Maybe the town doesn’t know because they were never in town at the same time. You and Marcus pulled what a dozen photos with Looney toons in them?” Damon asked, “So where was his brother when he was pretending to be him?” Damon continued when he saw Kane nod.
“He assumes the identity of his brother, does he do something to get him out of the way?” Kenneth asked,
“Can’t be two of them in town at the same time” Damon said,
“That is a bad thought” Johnny remarked,
“So it wouldn’t matter if there was a twin, the town only ever saw one.” Kenneth said.
“We need to figure out if she spoke to someone on different occasions that acted differently. They would have different personalities, so their responses to questions would be different.” Kane said.
They arrived at the storage unit and they all waited by the trucks while Kane went in to talk to the manager. He came back out pissed off
“Didn’t go well? I take it?” Damon asked,
“Fucking moron!” Kane fumed,
“Your highly domineering personality wasn’t effective?” Dax asked, her eyes sparkling at him as a smile crossed her face.
“You’re a funny bunny, why don’t you go try it?” Kane said looking at her, she wiggled her nose and her smile got bigger.
“Ok! What do you need me to do?” She asked,
“Get into storage unit 217 or at least near it without drawing suspicion on us” Johnny replied,
“Ok! Come on Carter” and she walked towards the entrance, with Carter following behind her.
“What is she up to?” Kane asked,
“$20 says she gets us a free pass” Johnny said,
“I’ll take that bet” Damon accepted,
“$50 says she gets us into the unit” Kane offered, they all looked at him,
“I’ll take that bet,” Johnny accepted immediately. About 15 minutes later Marco’s phone went off, he looked at the message and smiled
“Ha ottenuto le informazioni sul noleggiatore, peccato che nessuno ci abbia scommesso (Got information about the renter, pity no one has bet on it)” he said as he turned on his computer and tapped into the storage unit’s internet connection and started the search for the person.
10 minutes later Dax and Carter left the office. She had a big smile on her face when she saw them.
“Good news?” Damon asked,
“We have free reign over the place” She said,
“Fuck!” Damon huffed, and placed a $20 in Johnny’s outstretched hand.
“Now the big question, did you get us into the unit?” Johnny asked, looking at Kane. Kenneth could only laugh, he wasn’t sure how much money they won off each other over the last little bit.
“Marco you can get into the security feed right?” She asked, unfolding a map and placing it on the hood of the truck.
“Sì, their….sistema debole (system weak)” Marco replied pulling up the feed,
“The lockers here, but there’s video cameras here, here and here I need you to make me invisible.” Marco laughed and turned the map the right way.
“Ce l’hai Luna (You got it Luna)” he replied, the others broke out laughing,
“I suck at directions, that’s why I’m not a navigator.” She huffed, looking at them all.
“Sei invisibile (You’re invisible)” Marco announced. Her and Carter proceeded down the section, stopping in front of the unit where she proceeded to pick the lock on the unit. With the lock off they headed back towards the others. Dax could see Kenneth and Damon howling at Johnny as he threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
“I didn’t say how she’d get us in, if I couldn’t persuade them, she was plan B. She’s spent a lot of time in the medical ward and has been a little bored, so she’s broadened her new skill” Kane explained as he waited for Johnny to pay up.
“You made a bet?” She asked when she saw Johnny give him the money.
“You just won me $50, I bet that you’d get us into the unit” Kane replied,
“Well yay me!” she exclaimed.
To keep up the ruse of why she said they were there they wandered up and down some of the sections, periodically opening units. Marco had switched the cameras back on so the manager could see them doing just that. They stopped in front of both units 217 and 218 and opened them. A smell hit them immediately, it was rancid and wreaked of decaying flesh. Recoiling at the scent, knowing immediately what it was. There was no art, no statues, no angels, sitting in the middle of unit 217 was a trunk big enough that it could easily hold a body. Johnny’s face paled instantly, he wasn’t hanging around to find out what was in the box.
“Oh fuck, what is that?” She asked holding her nose, Carter pulled her away back towards the trucks where Marco was finishing his dive into the units owner.
“Don’t touch anything” she heard Kane saying they needed to figure out what to do first.
“Maybe it’s just an animal?” Damon hazard a guess, trying to breathe through his mouth.
“We should get the manager to open it, that way his hands are on it and not ours, because whatever it is will have to be reported” Kenneth said.
“Johnny!” Kane called through the link
“What?” came his reply, he even sounded sick
“You ok?” Kane asked,
“No, there’s something fucking dead in that box” Johnny replied,
“Yes there is, we need the manager to open it” Kane said,
“I’m not going anywhere near that fucking unit, but yeah I can get the manager” Johnny agreed.
“Hey!” Dax walked into the office,
“Hey yourself!” The manager said back, eyeing her up and down.
“I thought 217 was rented?” She asked,
“It is rented” he replied back,
“There was no lock on the door, and you said no lock and we could open it right?” She asked, looking at him wide eyed and innocent.
“Yes!” He said,
“We opened it, whoever had that unit forgot something behind and it smells. It smells really, really bad” Her eyes grew wider as she spoke.
“What does it smell like?” He asked growing concerned,
“I don’t know, but it’s really bad and I think it’s leaking,” She grimaced at the thought. A concerned look washed over the manager’s face and he moved out from behind the counter.
“Show me,” he said. She waited for him at the door and they walked out of the office.
“Is your friend not going to join us?” The manager asked her as they saw Johnny waiting by the truck,
“He has a really weak stomach” she replied, Carter fell in behind her, he didn’t like the way the manager looked at her.
“Ehi, non hai mai indovinato a chi è stata affittata questa unità? (Hey, you never guess who this unit rented to?)” Marco said as he came into the unit.
“Who?” Kenneth asked turning to him
“Kent Morganson” Marco replied, Kenneth looked at Kane who looked at the box.
“Che cazzo è quello? Che cazzo c’è nella scatola? C’è un corpo nella scatola? Kenneth, c’è un fottuto corpo nella scatola? (What the fuck is that? What the fuck is in the box? Is there a body in the box? Kenneth, is there a fucking body in the box?)” Marco asked, pointing at the box, he could smell it. He was fighting control with Alejandro, it wasn’t right there was a body in the box and not in the ground.
“Kenneth c’è un fottuto corpo nella scatola. C’è un fottuto cadavere in quella scatola e non nel terreno. Non è giusto, è nella scatola e non nel terreno. (Kenneth there’s a fucking body in the box. There’s a fucking corpse in that box and not in the ground. It’s not fair, it’s in the box and not in the ground.) Not….right!” Kenneth was trying to keep control of Marco, trying to get him to calm down.
“Get control of yourself” Kenneth said, pushing him out of the unit. Kane and Damon just watched as Marco repeatedly tried to get to the box, only to have Kenneth pull him back.
“At least now we know there’s a body in the box” Damon said,
“Yeah” Kane agreed, as he continued to watch Marco unravel over the fact that it wasn’t in the ground.
“Deve andare nel terreno, deve essere nel terreno. Non in una fottuta scatola. È in una scatola Kenneth, è in una scatola, non è giusto, deve essere nel terreno. Non è giusto! Cosa c’è di sbagliato nelle persone? Non metti i corpi in una scatola, li metti sotto terra, devono essere seppelliti. Non è giusto! Kenneth, deve essere seppellito. (It has to go into the ground, it has to be in the ground. Not in a fucking box. It’s in a box Kenneth, it’s in a box, it’s not fair, it must be in the ground. It’s not right! What’s wrong with people? You don’t put the bodies in a box, you put them underground, they have to be buried. It’s not right! Kenneth, he needs to be buried.)” Marco was trying to keep control over Alejandro as well as fighting with Kenneth to get to the box, his growls and snarls could be heard, his eyes would flash amber then turn back only to flash amber again.
“Non possiamo semplicemente seppellire il corpo. We can’t just bury the body Marco, focus, who’s that?” Kenneth pointed at Kane.
“Il diavolo e la sua bestia (The devil and his beast)” Marco replied, looking at Kane.
“Is he going to be happy if you just bury it?” Kenneth asked,
“Non è giusto. È in una scatola, è in una scatola, non è nel terreno, deve essere nel terreno. I corpi vanno sottoterra, non in scatole del cazzo. (It’s not right. It’s in a box, it’s in a box, it’s not in the ground, it has to be in the ground. Bodies go underground, not in fucking boxes.)” Marco replied back, another growl escaping him
“Concentrati fratello, concentrati su di me.” Kenneth placed both his hands on either side of Marco’s head forcing him to look at him and not the box.
“Did he just call me the devil?” Kane asked,
“I think so!” Damon replied,
“Call Dodger” Kane said, Damon moved from the unit to place the call.
“Needs to be by the book, we can’t just bury it” Kenneth said to him,
“No, il libro, non posso seppellirlo (No, the book, I can’t bury it)” Marco nodded,
“Go stand with Johnny” Kenneth said, Marco nodded and moved away from the unit to wait with Johnny by the truck.
“That boy has a serious thing for burying things, maybe he should look into being a grave digger.” Damon commented when he came back.
“That would be a good job for him, except headstones scare him” Kenneth replied when he too came back to the unit.
“They scare him?” Damon asked,
“When we were little, we were playing around a cemetery and a head stone fell on him, he suffered six broken ribs and a head trauma. He came face to face with death and he’s been terrified of them since, the worst part is he doesn’t even remember it happening.” Kenneth answered.
“Does that boy have any funny stories?” Damon asked,
“Not many, he does have a good one about tequila and Jackie’s shoes” Kenneth replied,
“Is he going to be alright?” Kane asked,
“7 years ago, when you got your invite to New York from Alpha Luciano, Marco’s brother told Johnny of the plan he had. Alpha Luciano killed Marco’s brother for his betrayal. He wouldn’t let Marco bury him, he threw him in the Hudson instead, because that’s where traitors go he said. Marco searched the shores of the Hudson for six months after that in hopes that his brother’s body would wash up and he could bury him, never did. The head trauma he received when he was younger, coupled with Alejandro’s obsessive need to bury things, just makes it worse.” Kenneth explained.
“That ain’t right” Damon said,
“It’s also why crazy pregnant she-wolves don’t scare him,” Kenneth added.
“Did he call me the devil?” Kane asked,
“Yes, he did” Kenneth replied,
“Did he not meet him when you went to visit Ottawa to get the Peace Treaty signed with Black Shadow Pack?” Kane inquired,
“No, the two brothers took a liking to him and escorted him around. He thought it was great, apparently the younger one spoke Italian and translated for him. They ended up almost getting arrested when they started a bar fight. The Gamma cleared it up and the Alpha seemed unphased by what happened and only said demons need to have fun.” Kenneth replied.
“I see!” Kane pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What did Dodger say?” Kane asked,
“We did the right thing, by getting the manager to open the box and not touching anything besides the door. Now we wait” Damon replied, standing outside the unit, they didn’t have to wait long, when the manager and Dax showed up. She stopped walking, she wasn’t going anywhere near the stinky box. She didn’t want to see what was in it.
“$20 says he throws up in the unit” Kenneth commented,
“$20 says he makes it out of the unit first” Damon fired back. Covering his nose as he approached the box they could see the office manager fighting to keep control of his stomach contents. They watched him pull the latch free and open the lid to the box. She saw a hand and that was all she needed to see before she was hiding behind Kane clutching his shirt. There was a body in the box. Kane didn’t need to go any further, he saw who was in the box, but he couldn’t figure out why. Or why the word traitor was carved into the lid.
“Holy fuck! That’s Kent Morganson!” The manager ran out of the unit, to spill his stomach around the corner.
“Pay up!” Damon held out his hand,
“Fanculo!” Kenneth growled, giving him the money. Damon had quickly taken a few pictures and put his phone away, this would become a police investigation. Kent was a prominent figure around town, not someone that could easily be swept under the rug and they just became suspects.
Everything after that moved with speed. The manager had called the sheriff’s department and now the storage unit was crawling with officers and deputies. They had taken statements from Johnny and Marco when they first got there. It took everything in Marco’s control not to lose his shit about the body in the box and not in the ground. His lack of English made it difficult to question him and they only understood there was a body in the box. They passed it off as he was in shock at the discovery and he didn’t know anything. Deputies were talking to Damon and Kenneth, Kane was being questioned by another one and Dax was talking to someone else when Dodger approached her.
“You need to create a scene” he whispered,
“What? Why?” She asked,
“To draw suspicion off yourselves, you need to create a scene, the sheriff wants to talk to you. I’m going to stand close, keep an eye on me for cues on what to do and call him Roger” she nodded her head, she can cause a scene, they just discovered the body of Kent Morganson in a box, she can cause a big fucking scene. Kane was watching closely as Dodger interacted with her, he said something and she nodded and he was escorting her towards the sheriff.
“Why does the sheriff want to talk to her?” Kenneth asked,
“He thinks she’s the weak link in the chain, we’ve all had contact either directly or indirectly with Kent Morganson and we’re all suspects right now” Kane replied, he watched her clench and unclench her hand, fighting the urge to trace the scar on her ear.
“Hello Dax!” He stood tall towering over her, trying to be intimidating.
“Hel…..hello Sherriff!” Dax replied, looking up at him eyes wide swallowing hard, usually she fights her fear, tries to mask it with anger, but Dodger said cause a scene so she wasn’t hiding anything.
“How are you doing?” He asked,
“How am I doing? How am I doing? I just found a body in a box Roger, how the fuck do you think I’m doing?” She replied, increasing her voice when she saw Dodger’s hand tell her to get louder.
“Ok, you’re right dumb question and it’s Sherriff right now, not Roger” he said holding his hands out to calm her down. “I’m going to ask you some questions, ok?” He said and she just nodded, looking around, with the same wide eyed look on her face. “Focus on me! What brought you to the storage units today?” He asked,
“I want to rearrange the warehouse, but I need to get all the product out of there first to make it easier to do that. So I was going to rent some units to store it in temporarily.” She replied keeping her eyes fixed on the Sheriff her voice would waver but she managed to get the words out without stuttering.
“How did you discover the body?” Dax didn’t fight the flinch or the grimace at the word body, her skin paling even more.
“I talked to the manager, and told him I needed somewhere between 4 and 6 units and if we could have a look around at some of the bigger ones. He said sure, gave me a map and let us go. Said the ones with locks are rented, the ones without locks aren’t. So we opened a few to take a look inside” She said, her breathing was increasing and her heart beat wildly in her chest.
“Ok so you were looking at the units. We talked to the manager and he said 217 was rented.” The Sheriff replied,
“That’s what he said to me when I asked about the bigger ones in the office, but he said the ones that aren’t locked feel free to open, it wasn’t locked so we opened it. Big mistake, big fucking mistake cause it wasn’t empty, it had a box in it, a big stinky fucking box.” She said, her hand was starting to tremble and she clenched it to make it stop, but it wouldn’t. She could feel her body shuddering as visions of the hand flashed before her eyes.
“Did you open the box?” He asked, her eyes went wider as she looked at him like he was a complete fucking idiot.
“Are you fucking kidding me? It had a stinky fucking box in it and I wasn’t going anywhere near it, I went to get the manager.” Taking the cue from Dodger “He opened it, and I saw a hand and that was all I needed to see. Then deputy stupid over there asked me how come I didn’t know what a body smelled like? What the fuck kinda question is that? Do I look like the type of person who knows what a dead body smells like, Roger? Do I look like the type of person who walks past a graveyard and thinks to myself I wonder what the dead smells like today, let’s go take a sniff. No Roger, I’m not. I am not that type of person. I never wondered what a dead body smelled like, I didn’t want to know what a dead body smells like, I never wanted to know what a dead body smells like and now that I do know what a dead body smells like I wish I didn’t know what a dead body smells like.” The more she spoke the faster the words fell out of her mouth and the louder her voice became.
“Ok, ok, ok. That was a dumb question and I don’t know why he asked it, and again it’s sheriff” the Sheriff was saying to her.
Damon, Kenneth and Kane all watched on as the sheriff questioned her. Kane could feel her fear, he didn’t understand why at first she was expressing it, she normally hides it and tries to stomp it down, but this time she let go, until he saw the subtle movements of Dodger’s hand.
“She is freaking the fuck out over there” Damon commented, he was growing concerned for his sister as he watched on from the side lines.
“She is being coached, watch Dodger’s hand” Kane replied,
“Why?” Kenneth asked,
“I’m not sure, but he felt it was important, or she wouldn’t be doing it.” Kane said,
“He told her to put on a performance? Holy fuck is she delivering” Damon said,
“It’s not a performance, she is freaking the fuck out.” Kane said, it made him unhappy, there was nothing he could do right now to help her come down from this. The more she went the worse her fear became.
“This was just bad timing….” Sheriff Roger was saying, her eyes went wider when he said that.
“Bad timing? Bad timing? There is a good time to find a body? Do you walk down the street and think oh this would be a good time to find a body? Cause never, never is a good time to find a body. No time is a good time to find a body Roger. I didn’t want to find a body today and I don’t ever want to find a body again. I don’t run around town trying to find the bodies. That’s your job, do your fucking job Roger, you go find bodies yourself. I don’t want to.” She was borderline hysterical at this point. Her breath coming out in quick gasps, her hands shook and she was tracing the scar on her ear over and over again.
“Dax!” Her eyes snapped to him,
“It was a poor choice of words, and I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry you were the ones that found the body. We don’t think any of you had anything to do with this ok?” The sheriff said to her,
“You thought I had something to do with this? You think I put the body in the box? Are you fucking crazy? Look at me Roger, what the hell am I going to do to somebody looking like this? Bite their ankles” her intakes of breath becoming shorter and sharper.
“Dax! No we don’t, we don’t think you did this, we don’t think any of your friends did this ok” he repeated,
“K!” She replied,
“Ok, I want you to go stand by your friends” the sheriff pointed towards Johnny and Carter.
“K!” She said nodding her head,
“Someone will come and take your information incase we have anymore questions” the sheriff said,
“K!” He motioned for Dodger to come and take her to stand by Johnny and them.
“Calm her down, before she hyperventilates” Kane said through the link.
Normally he would be the one to do it, but he is still being questioned. He watched as both Johnny and Carter wrapped their arms around her to try and calm her down. But she wasn’t getting any calmer, they didn’t have the same effect his touch did. His only hope was that she wouldn’t get freaked out anymore than she already was.
They overheard the coroner put the time of death somewhere between Thursday night and Friday morning. Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the back of the head. He wasn’t killed there, he was moved there after the unit was emptied out. They were questioned again by another set of deputies and their stories never changed, then another set and another set. Then the Sheriff questioned them each.
“How do you know Kent Morganson?” He asked Kane,
“He sat on the town council with me up until he retired last Wednesday” Kane replied,
“Have you ever had any dealings with him outside the council?”
“He sold his store to me. Upset his wife from what I understand. Other than that no, never had reason to. Would see him at town functions but that was it.” Kane replied,
“Ok Mr. Mckenna you’re free to go, if I have any further questions we’ll be in contact.” Kane nodded his head, but hurried across the lot to get to Dax.
“How do you know Kent Morganson?” The Sheriff asked Kenneth,
“I don’t, I have been to a few town council meetings” he replied,
“Have you ever been in contact with him outside of the town council meetings?”
“No!” Kenneth replied,
“Ok you are free to go, if we have any more questions we’ll be in touch” The sheriff said, Kenneth moved a little further away but waited for Damon.
“Hello Damon!” The sheriff said,
“Hello Sheriff! Nice day we’re having” Damon replied,
“Let’s not be a smart ass Damon” the sheriff said,
“I was just trying to be polite” he countered,
“How do you know Kent Morganson?” The sheriff asked,
“I don’t. Never spoke to the man a day in my life, had no reason to” Damon replied,
“You have never spoken to him?” The sheriff asked,
“Nope! I know if you have any further questions you’ll be in touch” Damon said,
“Stay out of trouble Damon” the sheriff warned,
“I’ll try my best!” Damon called over his shoulder as he walked towards Kenneth.
Kenneth and Damon moved quickly towards the trucks, but they were unable to move their vehicles until the deputies’ cars were out of the way. Kane had Dax pulled into his arms with her back to the action that was going on behind her. She didn’t need to see them move the body, didn’t need to see them transport it to the gurney nor into the back of the coroner van especially after they hit a bump and his arm fell from under the cloth. How was Kent Morganson connected to Looney toons? His name was on the storage locker, and why would Looney toons kill him? And why was he a traitor? These questions were swirling around their heads as they waited for the cars to clear so they could head out. This day answered no questions, it just created many more.
Once they were able to move, Johnny and Kenneth had Marco in the back of one truck, he was in no condition to drive anywhere. Kenneth had to tell him multiple times that they would bury the body once they were done with it. Kane sat in the back of the other truck with her, while Damon and Carter were in the front.
“Why did you create a scene?” Kane asked her, he kept his arms protectively around her, one hand rubbed small circles on the small of her back while his other held her close to him. She kept a tight grip on his shirt, refusing to let go. If he shifted it only tightened.
“Dodger told me too. He said create a scene to throw suspicion off of us. So I did.” She replied, “Then they asked me stupid questions that didn’t make any sense, do I look like I know what a fucking dead body smells like, why the fuck would they ask me that.”
“To trip you up, see if you were acting” Kane said, holding her closer to him.
“Are they stupid? Look at me, I’m a one armed little girl, what the fuck am I gonna do to somebody?” She asked,
“Besides punch them in the throat and smack the fuck out of them?” Kane asked her, he could hear both Carter and Damon snickering in the front seat. She looked at them.
“You know about that?” She asked,
“Oh little sis, the whole house knows about that. It was all anyone could talk about over breakfast” Damon replied, looking back at her
“You heard the hit from the bottom of the stairs” Carter added, Kane could hear the pride in both their voices.
“You don’t have to finish your conversation with her,” Kane said before she could ask. “The baby is Johnny’s”
“Stupid bitch is fucking lucky” Dax muttered under her breath
“The mouth on you” Kane commented, her face flushed red when she realized she said it loud enough for them to hear her.
Back at the pack house and in the office, they were all sitting around discussing what happened and the rounds of questioning.
“We were suspects, we discovered the body” Kane said,
“Marco’s not a suspect, the only thing they understood was there’s a body in the box over there. Repeating it to any question they asked him. Carter said nothing to them, not one word, I had to tell them he was in shock over the discovery.” Johnny replied,
“What did you want me to do, freak out about the body in the box like Marco, or threaten to spill my stomach on their shoes if they brought up the body in the box again like you.” Carter defended himself. Damon cracked up laughing.
“No Carter I wanted you to stand there like a mute….oh wait you did that all on your own” Johnny snapped,
“I’m sorry Beta Johnny I didn’t know what to do.” Carter said.
“I chose the freaking the fuck out option, like Marco did.” Dax interjected raising her hand,
“I think he especially liked it when you repeatedly called him Roger and told him to do his job and go find bodies himself.” Damon said, trying not to laugh.
“No, I think it was when she asked if he was fucking crazy for even thinking she had anything to do with the body in the box” Kenneth added,
“You’re all wrong, it was the fact that she completely lost her shit while wearing bunny ears the whole time” Johnny put in, she let loose a string of curses and put her head down on the desk causing them all to laugh.
“We need to figure out the connection between Kent Morganson and Looney toons. Why is Kent Morganson a traitor?” Kane asked, changing the direction of the conversation.
“Maybe he’s White?” Carter offered, they all turned to stare at him.
“Brandon has to stop letting you watch crime shows” Damon said,
“Ted Bundy killed 36 women, volunteered at a suicide prevention hotline and his coworkers were shocked. John Wayne Gacy killed 33 men and boys and he threw elaborate street parties for his neighbours. Poland had a serial killer who was a butcher, he was the organist at the church every Sunday and he killed and ate 30 people” Carter was saying,
“What’s your point Carter?” Damon said turning green after the cannibal serial killer.
“They look just like everybody else, they don’t advertise that they kill people and often are the pillars of the community, the last person you would think to look at.” Carter went on.
“Like Kent Morganson. If Carter’s right, and Kent is White, Looney toons killed him because of the car. We know White ordered it, and it was meant for Damon.” Kane started,
“But I interfered,” she added, still with her head on the desk.
“And Looney toons took revenge, meaning he was there that day” Johnny put in.
“She was never supposed to get hurt, making Kent a traitor” Damon finished.
“Did Looney toons always know Kent was White?” Kenneth asked,
“We need to figure out how Kent and Carl knew each other,” Kane answered.
“Someone’s gonna have to give condolences to the grieving widow” Johnny suggested,
“Someone who’s not intimidating and didn’t threatened to break her in half” Damon added,
“Someone not scary, who didn’t offer to remove her tongue” Kenneth put in.
She looked up from the desk and they were all staring at her.
“Why are you all staring at me?” Dax asked,
“Someone has to talk to Mrs. Morganson” Johnny replied,
“Uh huh, why are you all staring at me? You want me to talk to her?” She asked staring wide eyed back at them
“Baby, you said it yourself, you’re scary’s less intimidating cousin, she won’t view you as a threat.” Kane said to her.
“Why can’t Damon?” She asked, looking at her brother
“I threatened to break her in half and Carter can’t because he was standing there with me” he replied,
“But you did that because she slapped me” She countered, they all shook their heads. “What about Johnny? Why can’t he do it? Or Kenneth?” She added,
“I’m too associated with Kane and she doesn’t know Kenneth” Johnny replied,
“It has to be me?” She asked, they all nodded. “Fuck me! I don’t want to” she huffed a growl in the office chair and pouted, crossing her good arm over the cast.
“It’s important!” Kane said to her, she was just being stubborn, tired and probably hungry. Dax got up from the desk and moved towards the door.
“Wake me up at the ass crack of dawn to make my brain glow, dress me like a fucking bunny with a fucking jingle bell, find a fucking Kent in a fucking box, get asked stupid fucking questions, cause apparently I look like the type that knows what fucking dead bodies smell like and now I have to talk to the evil bitch from hell, perfect fucking day” She vented as she opened the office.
“I thought that was Lacey” Johnny replied,
“I said evil bitch from hell, not Satan’s fucking bride” She retorted,
“My mistake!” Johnny held his hands up in surrender and started laughing.
“Where are you going?” Kane asked,
“I’m fucking starving and Margie made brownies. I dare you to tell me no” She added a warning growl to the last part when she saw him about to say something, he just closed his mouth.
“Call her bunny….I dare ya” Damon said, as they heard her jingle down the hallway.
“Homicidal, not suicidal,” Kane replied. He could hear Ky howling in his head
“That’s scary’s less intimidating cousin?” Carter asked, looking at them all confused.
Dax was sitting on one of the stools at the island swirling her spoon around her ice cream when they entered the kitchen. Someone asked a question about whether she felt better, but she was too in her head to answer or register who it was. No she didn’t feel better, she didn’t want to go and talk to the woman that made her feel like a scared little girl and she didn’t understand why. She didn’t understand why the same feeling washed over her, the same coldness spread through her, the same fear spiked in her that she had when Carl was around. She didn’t want to offer her sympathy for a man that potentially tried to have her killed on multiple occasions and almost succeeded.
“We’ll see you all at family dinner,” Kane said as he stood behind her in the kitchen. They nodded leaving the two of them alone. He wrapped his arms around her, encouraging her to lean into him.
“I know it’s important! And I’m being stubborn and uncooperative.” She spoke before he even had a chance to say anything. “He was always so nice to me, he was the nicest one in that family, and he tried multiple times to kill me,” she said, poking at her ice cream.
“You don’t have to go baby,” he said, kissing her neck,
“Who else is going to go? None of you can and it’s important. We need that information.” She sighed, she’d go, but it didn’t mean she had to like it.
“My brave little mouse! Where’s your brownie?” He asked, kissing the side of her head.
“I ate it already” She replied, he chuckled and rested his chin on her left shoulder.
“Let’s go have a nap, it’s been a long day already, and we still have family dinner to get through.” she nodded, a nap sounded really good right now.
He woke up close to four in the afternoon, to the familiar weight on his chest, but to his surprise the covers were still on them and she was hidden under them. Poor mate! Ky whimpered. The world got too big for her today! He was running his fingers through her hair, watching the soft tresses slide between them, when he heard a soft, low rumble come from her. What was that? I think she’s dreaming! Hope it’s not about bodies in boxes! Or evil bitches from hell! Maybe it’s bitch slapping Satan’s bride again! The memory of the way she looked this morning flashed through his mind and he felt his core stir. A smile spread across his lips as he held her closer to him, she let out a contented sigh and snuggled in closer to the comfort and warmth he offered. He would have to wake her up soon, so they could get ready, but for now she could sleep cuddled in his arms.
She felt the warmth wrap around her, comfort, strength, it filled her, encouraged her. The demons she was fighting in her dreams grew smaller and smaller until they were nothing and she could squash them into the nothing they tried to make her be. Feeling tingles dancing across her skin, tantalizing her, enticing her to open her eyes, she started to stir.
“Good afternoon beautiful” his deep, velvety voice breaking the silence of the room. His hands slowly moving up and down her back, electricity coursing through her at the movements, rousing her back to the land of the living.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked, sleepily.
“I did, and you?” He asked back,
“I was fighting demons,” she replied. That explained the growling! he thought, she has new demons she’s fighting. He held her tighter to him, they needed to get up, but he wanted to chase those demons away. The movements of his hands becoming firmer, caressing, eliciting gasps, her body responding to his touch, his body responding to hers. Sliding her from his chest he moved over top of her. Kissing down her neck, across her throat and back up the other side.
“What are you doing?” She moaned when he nipped her mark,
“Chasing demons away” he replied, she wrapped her legs around his waist holding him to her.
“How do you know it will work?” She gasped, when his hand slid between her legs and cupped her.
“I don’t, but it worked for me, and it’ll be fun to see if it works for you as well” he grinned against her skin as he moved lower, unbuttoning her shirt exposing more of her.
“Do we have time?” She arched against his hand,
“No, we’ll have to move this to the shower” her fingers trailed up the back of his neck threading through his hair, gently tugging when he hit a spot she really liked. Only when they were both naked did they move into the bathroom to finish what was started in the bed.