Page 90 of Enraged

He’s going in after someone.

“Battlation 1 – 1211 - Command copies.”

“1211 to Command, fire showing on back side of first floor.”

I watched Kevin roam with the pigeon lady, trying to convince myself I wasn’t on pins and needles.

Honestly, I like the pigeon lady. She stays mindin’ her birds and her business.

“Command, Battalion 1 – 1211 – be advised – primary search terminated. 1211 requesting coroner.”

Oh no…

“Command to Battalion 1 – 1211 – coroner is en route.”

I said a silent prayer for the family.

Suddenly my problems seemed very, very small.

Dakota

What. A. Fuckin’. Night.

I drove home with the radio off. The only noise in the cab was from the bag on the window.

This might be a record night.

Turning in my driveway, I mashed the button on my sun visor.Cassie’s car was still parked inside my garage, her knowing damn well she is supposed to be out of my fucking house.

I’m done playin’ fuckin’ nice.

I flung open the door, the force sending it slamming into my kitchen wall.

“Cassie!” I hollered. “Where the fuck are you at?!”

She came sauntering out of the living room, wearing a dress that was so small, it barely qualified as clothing.

“Good mornin’, how was work?” she asked as if everything was normal.

“Get out of my house.”

“What?” She looked confused.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” I hollered.

“What is wrong with you!?” she cried out.

“You! You are what the fuck is wrong with me!” I screamed. “How can you have the balls to still be sittin’ your ass up in my house!?

“Where do you expect me to go, Dak?!” she shot back. “I don’t have anyone!”

“Go to a hotel. Go to Jace’s. Go to HELL! I don’t give a fuck. Just get the fuck out of my house.”

She started to cry. “Why can’t you just forgive me?”

“Because you are not fuckin’ sorry! You are sorry you got CAUGHT! That’s it!”

“That’s not true!” she protested.

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