Page 37 of Dear, Carson McDermott
I whistled as I braided my hair in that famous French braid I always put it in.
“You called me to ask me that? Honestly, stop drinkin’ will ya?” I chuckled and shook my head.
Her boisterous laughter could be heard from miles. I could just picture her now; her hair out in tight kinky curls that formed around her face stopping at her shoulders. Her brown eyes lighting up the room attracting men from all over. Her model height was intimidating to some as she stood at six feet and the killer part, her dark brown skin. It was a weird rich chocolate color that she made sure to never mar. I always made fun of her because she could kill any man where he stood but if she ever went to bed with makeup on, she’d freak.
“I’ll stop drinkin’ when you take me out an’ buy me that rifle you promised,” She retorted. Her country accent was deeper than mine due to her drinking.
I rolled my eyes; she was so annoying with this rifle shit and her ex-husband; my brother must’ve been listening on the calls because she only liked to use me to make him jealous. I don’t know why they don’t just get back together… Oh yeah, because Cross tried to shoot his ass when she thought he was cheating, and he left her. I didn’t blame either of them, she had a difficult past and as for him, dodging a bullet from your jealous, angry wife during a mission that cost you millions, can make a man do some crazy shit.
“Leave me out of it, Cross,” I said and then tsked. “You called me because you saw him with his new girlfriend huh? That picture he posted on his Instagram even though you’re supposed to be blocked.” I snickered, shaking my head, “that’s why you’re drinkin’ yaself to death, ain’t it?”
I didn’t even have to see her face to know that she was sneering at me.
“Hol’ on,” Cross said and not even a second later, I heard glass shattering.
I finished my task making my way out of the bathroom to my walk-in closet. I went about my business getting dressed in the closet. I could openly admit that I was hiding from Katerina, but I knew that soon enough, I had to leave my closet. I was so lost in my own world that even as I sat on my ottoman in the room to tie my boots, I forgot that Cross had ever been on the phone, to begin with even with the noise of tables breaking and guns going off. I was too busy caught up in tying and retying my shoes as I watched Katerina. She stretched her little body to its full capacity as she woke up and when she got out of the bed deciding to stretch giving me a full view of how flexible she was, I licked my lips but Cross interrupted.
“Alrigh’ I’m back. So that date?” she asked.
Katerina straightened so fast, I almost snickered. I had to clear my throat a couple of times. She turned to face me with a cocked eyebrow and hands on her hips.
“The date with the rifle as a gift?” I replied to Cross just to tick Katerina off a bit more than she already was.
Cross gasped,
“Wait, what?” She replied.
I didn’t even get another chance to reply as Katerina stomped her tiny ass to stand in front of me.
“Who the fuck is that!” She yelled. “Wait, you’re with someone? A date!” She shrieked.
I smirked as I watched her for a moment. I glanced at her,
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business who I take out, now is it?” I went back to tying my boots as if she was a nonfactor.
Her growl sounded like those miniature dogs barking at you. It was much cuter than scary.
“It’s my damn business!” She yelled again at the top of her lungs.Dramatic much?“You know why? Because I’m your wife!”
“Oh shit! Your wife is back? Where has she been!” Cross yelled into the phone as if this was the time to ask.
Katerina was fuming at this point. She narrowed her eyes as I stood, I leaned in getting close to her face, I placed the phone in between us.
“I’ll call you back, babe,” As I said this, Katerina turned a shade of red I had never seen her turn. I should’ve stopped but fuck, this was turning me on, and I didn’t know how to properly turn that off.
“Babe!” Cross shrieked. “The fuc-.” I didn’t give her a chance to continue as I hung up on her.
I winked at Katerina and turned to leave. Katerina grabbed my wrist; she was trembling at this point. I faced her,
“yes?”
If smoke could come out of her ears, nose, and mouth, it would.
“I’ll kill her, if you don’t break up with her, I’ll slit her throat in your face. I’m so fucking serious.”
In another time, I’d pull her to me and fuck the shit out of her but right now, that was a definite no. Well not a no but more of, I can’t untangle myself in something I knew damn well I couldn’t get out of a second time.
“Don’t wait up for me, my wife,” I said it with a low growl. “I’m going to Prague to look a man in the eye and put a bullet between them since he lied not only to me but someone I respect.”
