Page 3 of Meaner Than Evil

I smile at her. "Nothing. Just checking the news." I close the lid on my laptop.

"The news made you smile?" She cocks her eyebrow, and I know what that means. I'm going to have to explain.

I open my laptop and spin it around to show her the headline from the New York Times, "Logan Black Kicks A$$ in Court."

"So … this is my wife," I announce.

Everyone in the room stops what they are doing and stares at me. Nina's jaw drops. "You're fucking married?"

I smirk. "Well, she's my former wife."

"I'm fucking speechless!" She gawks at me, trying to grasp this revelation. "What does that mean exactly? Former wife?"

"It means we were married, but we aren't anymore."

She shakes her head again. "Most people call that ex, Hammer, not former."

"Well, she's not my ex."

"Hmm." She frowns, studying my face.

Crockett says, "Fuck man! I didn't know you were divorced. You are divorced, right?"

"Yeah, man. I'm divorced."

"It's not like he shares a lot of shit with us." Mike chimes in, reminding them I'm the quiet one.

Nina pulls out the chair next to me, sits, and reads the article's first paragraph out loud. "Up and coming prosecutor, Logan Black has been making a name for herself on the heads of the Diablo gang, suspected of having ties to the Mexican drug cartel believed to be under the leadership of Luis Morales…."

Then she silently scans the rest of the details in the article on the cases Logan successfully prosecuted before and ends with today's victory.

She closes the lid and says as she stands, "She's beautiful and tough as nails, Hammer. I can see you two having a thing but married." She shakes her head. "I need time to wrap my head around that."

The subject drops when Lucifer enters with a ball in his mouth, followed by Jocko a short distance behind him. I call the K9 over. "Come here, boy. I'll throw it for you."

Lucifer trots over with the ball, and I play his version of handball, bouncing it off the wall while he leaps to retrieve it before it hits the ground.

Jocko tells us. "Sorry for the delay. There was an accident, and I stopped to give first aid."

"Everyone alright?" Meghan asks.

"Yeah, no one seriously injured. What did I miss?" He asks.

Nina pipes up. "Did you know Hammer was divorced?"

He nods. "Yeah, why?"

She shakes her head. "'Cause, you're the only one then. How long have you known?"

He laughs. "Since BUD/S." He looks over at me and winks.

He's bullshitting them. He had no idea either. Logan and I divorced when I enlisted.

As I toss the ball for Lucifer, I think back to when I first saw Logan. She was in her third year of college on Spring Break in Galveston, Texas. I was one year out of high school working on the docks as a flunky by day, and by night, I was a bouncer at a beach bar. She was drunk, and her friends dared her to enter the wet t-shirt contest. It was a cool night, and when she was doused with water, her beautiful dark nipples drew up into tight, hard tips, and her big tits were covered with goosebumps. A few too many drunk 'voters' tried to touch them, and I came to her rescue.

Later that night, I took her back to my apartment so she could reward my heroism. I sucked those taut morsels until she begged me to fuck her, then I pounded her tight little pussy until she begged to move in with me.

After spring break, she returned to New York to take her finals, then she packed her things and moved to Galveston to live with me. Her parents were furious. They had aspirations of her becoming a lawyer, then a Senator, and that was her dream too. She convinced them the only difference was the state she would represent. New York became Texas when I entered the equation.

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