Page 72 of Enraged

I nodded.

He gestured towards the bed of the truck. “All this Lee Lee’s?”

I lifted two containers “Yes, sir. Hopefully, it’s all of it. Jace packed it up.”

“Waste of air, that kid,” he muttered under his breath as he lifted a few totes.

Together, we made trip after trip up the stairs, arranging her stuff neatly in her bedroom.

She was no longer relaxing in bed; she had joined her mama at the kitchen island.

“Coffee?” I teased her. “It’s dark outside!”

“I drink coffee all day long,” she reminded me.

Coffee and showers. The obsessions of Lena.

Mama C handed me a cup of coffee. “Here, honey. It’ll warm you up,” she informed me. “Make sure you get that window fixed before you catch pneumonia.”

“Window?” Lena piped up. “What window?”

Thanks, Mama.

I ran my fingers through my oily hair. “The window on the driver’s door of my truck got knocked out,” I explained hesitantly.

Her eyes widened. “What?” Sitting her cup of coffee on the island, she jumped off her stool and sprinted toward the front door.

Sighing, I stared up at the ceiling.

Mr. Brett put his coffee mug in the sink. “Both of the Felder woman are motor mouths. She ran out there with no shoes on.”

I sat down my mug. “I’ll take her some shoes.”

Grabbing her hunting boots from the entryway shelf, I followed her out the front door.

She was standing at my truck surveying the damage. “Dakota! What the fuck happened?!” she hollered out.

Girl, your mama gonna wash your mouth out with soap.

I pressed my fingers to my lips reminding her that it wasn’t just us in the general area. “Watch your mouth!” I hissed. “Your mama might be able to hear us.”

Guiltily, she ducked behind the driver’s door. “Fuck!” she whispered. “What happened?”

Nothin’ compared to what could have happened.

“Jace and I had a little…riff… but it wasn’t bad and everything is fine.”

“Everything is fine? There’s glass all over your truck, Dakota!”

No shit, Sherlock.

“I know it,” I told her calmly. “Put these on.”

She snatched her boots from me and slid them on.

“Well, come on!”

Come on where, crazy lady?

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