The Alpha Wants Everything Book 1 The King's Queen
Chapter 79: Evil bitch from hell!

Monday morning rolled in faster than Kane would have liked, after watching her with the boys all night he couldn’t get the image out of his head and they spent the remainder of the night in each other’s arms. He could hear the distant rumbling of thunder and the air was thick with the scent of rain. His skin prickled in the early morning coolness, but a smile graced his lips when he felt the small weight on his chest and the lack of covers on his legs. She was sleeping on her back, her head turned to the side and her hair fanned out across him. Last time she slept like this he made her giggle in her sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder if he could do it again. She held one of his arms tightly to her chest like she was cuddling a teddy bear, but he only needed one to make her giggle. He gently brushed his fingers across her stomach and he had to fight back the laugh when he heard her giggle in her sleep. Do it again, do it again! Ky loved listening to her giggle, he had to admit it was one of his favourite sounds as well. I don’t want to wake her up! Do it again! One more time! Gently brushing his fingers across her again, his smile broadening at the melodious sound she made. One more time! No! No more times! Ky huffed in his head. You’re going to be grumpy now? I’m not grumpy! You’re going to pout! I’m not pouting! Last time, then that’s it! One more time! One more time he slid his fingers across her and one more time his smile deepend at the sound she made. He wrapped his arm around her tighter and kissed the top of her head, not wanting to let her go just yet.

Dax would go and give her condolences to the grieving widow today. He knew she wasn’t happy about it, and he didn’t want her to have to go and face the family that has put her through hell, but they needed the information. If he could do it he would, but his relationship with the vile woman was worse than anyones. He also needed to figure out who he was going to send with her. It should be Carter, but he was standing on the sidewalk that day when Damon threatened to break her in two. So who else did that leave, she didn’t know Kenneth at all, and would be guarded if he showed up. Marco! Ky suggested, aside from her, Marco had the biggest reaction to replaceing the body and no doubt word spread around town about how they both reacted. Mrs. Morganson might not view him as a threat, he was also the smallest one at only 6’3. And Marco’s personality made him very disarming. Marco it is! He’ll be thrilled, maybe he’ll lose his shit and bury her! One could only hope! Lost in thought he didn’t notice her starting to stir.

“It’s going to rain today” she mumbled, turning in his arms, to cuddle in more to the warmth she found.

“Yes it is! We should get in the shower and meet the others in the office.” he wrapped his arms tighter around her, and neither made a move to get out of the bed. Just a little while longer! He thought, then his stomach growled. Fuck!

“Someone’s hungry this morning” she giggled,

“Someone kept me up all night!” He said,

“Did you want me to stop you?” She asked, he rolled onto his side causing her to slide off his chest and onto the bed beside him where he could trap her under his body.

“You didn’t have any interest in stopping any more than I did” he growled into her neck. Before they could proceed any further his phone went off. Fuck!

“We’ll have to move this into the shower” he said, when he turned back to her after looking at his phone.

“Saves time right?” She asked, arching one of her eyebrows at him.

“Exactly!” He scooped her into his arms and moved them towards the bathroom. He loved his morning showers with her, the rest of the day could be shit, but he at least had his morning showers.

Sitting in his office chair with her head resting on the desk. Dax was a little tired this morning and she was dreading going to see Mrs. Morganson. Their last encounter left her with bruises on her arms, a stinging cheek and a trip back to the medical ward. Maybe this time she’ll end up in the morgue. Listening to Kane and Johnny talk about Kent Morganson, they were angry he had them fooled as well. At least he wasn’t trying to kill them. Without concrete proof of who he was it was only speculation at this time, not that they could do anything about it, Kent was dead and no one could get revenge on him even if he turned out to be this mystery White. The only hope at this point was to add more pieces to the puzzle. They had a lot of pieces put together already, but one big piece was missing….Looney toons.

Who the fuck is Looney toons? It had to be somebody she knew. If she knew them, then at some point she might have spoken to them. Kane had already played this round of questioning with her. Asking if anybody she had spoken to seemed fine one conversation and then something off about them the next. Dax didn’t really talk to people for three years. Maybe a hi here, a how are things there, but that was about it. She kept her head down and out of the spotlight, though guess she couldn’t say she was invisible, somebody saw her, somebody was watching her. She tried to think back to all the times she felt somebody watching her, it seemed easier to do that then remember conversations she had with people, there were no conversations to remember.

The others joined them in the office, and Damon placed a box on the desk in front of her.

“You look tired feisty pants” Damon commented,

“I’m not tired, this is my I just found your husband in a box and I’m not really sorry he’s dead, he tried to kill me a few times and kinda deserved what he got look” She replied as she raised her head to look at him.

“Oh, well then you nailed it” Damon said back to her nodding,

“What’s this?” She said looking at the box

“Don’t know came for you this morning, guess your mail transfer finally came through” Damon replied, she looked at the box, pulling the letter off the top of it she opened it, only to furrow her eyebrows after she read it.

I would like to commission a piece, maybe you could use this to paint the canvas red.

Flipping the letter over to look at the back then back at the front again, no other markings or words were on it. No instructions, nothing, she reread the words again and again. She looked at the box, then back at the letter. Maybe the instructions are in the box! Maybe! You don’t think they are? I don’t know what I think right now! Are you going to open the box? Well staring at it isn’t giving me any answers! Dax reached out and touched the box and a feeling washed over her. Wait! That voice again, she sat straighter, the feeling intensifying by the second, she didn’t like this one. Dark secrets from a painful past, when each box opened is worse than the last, think hard clever little fox, don’t do it, don’t open the box. The words swirled around her, filling her head, the more they were spoken the more she began to fear the box. Her hand shook, and she had to clench it into a fist. Everytime the voice spoke to her, she listened. It stopped Kane from crashing the truck, it found Damon and Kenneth’s mate and now it’s telling her not to open the box and fuck was she gonna listen to it. She pushed the box off the desk and onto the floor and looked up to see everyone looking at her.

“Bad things come in boxes, I’m gonna see if Margie needs help with pancakes” Dax quickly got up from the desk and exited the room.

“I’m inclined to agree with her, first she opened a box of ears, then discovered a box of Kent. Bad things come in boxes for her” Johnny said, nodding his head.

“That was pretty much how she looked when she sent Kenneth to the ballet, minus the shaky hands” Damon added,

“You think something told her not to open the box?” Kenneth asked, Kane just stared at the office door she exited through.

“So what’s in the box that it didn’t want her to open it?” He finally asked, walking over to pick it up off the floor. He put it back on his desk and read the note that came with it.

“Paint the canvas red?” Damon arched his eyebrow “What the fuck does that mean?” He added, they watched Kane remove the tape and open it up.

“Bad things indeed!” He stated pushing the box away from him and walked out of the office to replace her.

They stared at the box on Kane’s desk then to the door he just walked out of.

“Cosa c’è nella scatola? C’è qualcosa in quella scatola (What’s in the box? There is something in that box)” Marco asked, he was already starting to lose it.

“Easy Marco! I don’t think it’s a body, the box is too small” Damon said to him,

“Le parti del corpo sono piccole. Possono venire in una piccola scatola. Se sono parti del corpo, le sto seppellendo (The parts of the body are small. They can come in a small box. If they’re body parts, I’m burying them)” Marco said back to him.

“There’s blood in that box” Carter said stepping back from it, Damon, Johnny and Kenneth looked at each other.

“If there’s body parts in that box, I’m gonna let Marco bury it” Johnny said,

“Take a peek,” Damon said, pointing at it. Johnny released a growl, as he slowly approached the box. Only to step back again

“You peek!” He said to Damon,

“You’re the Beta!” Damon countered,

“That’s right I’m delegating” Johnny shot back,

“One of you look in the fucking box before Marco loses his shit” Kenneth hissed as he was trying to calm Marco down.

“Carter look in the box” Damon said,

“Why me?” Carter looked at him wide eyed “I don’t want to look in the box. There’s blood in that box” he added,

“Kenneth cosa c’è nella scatola? Ci sono parti del corpo in quella scatola, Kenneth? (Kenneth what’s in the box? Are there body parts in that box, Kenneth?)” Marco was starting to lose his control over Alejandro.

“If we don’t do something he’s gonna lose it, we’ll look together” Johnny said looking at Damon who just nodded. They moved closer to the desk, Johnny was ready to hit the door if he had to. He’s seen more than enough decayed bodies and body parts in his lifetime.

“On 3...1...2...3” Damon reached over and knocked the box over while Johnny moved towards the door.

“That’s a big fucking knife!” Damon said, as he stared at the hunting knife that spilled out of the box on the desk.

“Is that blood on it?” Johnny asked, moving towards it.

“Smells like Luna!” Carter said, his eyes flashing ice blue then returning to normal. Kenneth looked at him questioningly.

“We were covered in her blood the day she was hit by the car, he would know what it smells like” Damon answered,

“Is that the knife Carl used?” Johnny asked, Damon looked at the box and saw the postage markings.

“She should have got it on Thursday at the warehouse, because of the forwarding it’s why it took a few extra days, this box is from White” Damon said.

Kane found Dax in the kitchen sitting at one of the stools in front of the island. He immediately wrapped her in his embrace and she released a deep breath before she spoke.

“It was bad wasn’t it? It was like a tongue, or fingers, or something wasn’t it” She knew he’d look then he’d come replace her. Hearing what was in the box wasn’t as bad as opening it and seeing for herself.

“No baby, it wasn’t body parts. It was the knife Carl used” he told her,

“Oh, that’s White’s box isn’t it?” She asked,

“I believe it is” he replied, holding her tighter to him,

“I’m crazy!” She said,

“You’re not crazy!” He turned her so she would look at him, fear and sadness swirled around her eyes.

“I feel crazy!” She cast her eyes down,

“You’re not crazy! Crazy doesn’t know it’s crazy” he repeated what Damon said to Marco last night,

“I have a voice talking to me in my head. A voice that doesn’t belong to me, my wolf or my nightmare. The same voice that told me to get the bracelet off your wrist, the one that told me to get Damon in the store and send Kenneth to the ballet, said to save Damon and told me not to open the box.” She answered his question before he could even ask it. “Tell me again I’m not crazy” she added,

“You’re not crazy, that voice in your head, you listen to it every time. Stopped us from crashing and dying, found Damon and Kenneth’s mate, it had you save Damon’s life and saved you in return and it stopped you from having an incident if you opened that box. It’s not trying to hurt you, it’s trying to help, listen to it” He said firmly, pulling her into his arms, he kissed her head. “Finish your pancakes, you have to go see the grieving widow still” he added, giving her another kiss.

“Fuck me!” She huffed,

“Later I will be more than happy too” pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her hard.

Walking back into the office Kane saw the knife on the desk and he looked at the others in the room.

“You could have told us it wasn’t body parts, Marco damn near lost his shit over there and I was gonna let him bury them” Johnny said, Kane pulled out his phone, snapped a few pictures of the knife then put it back in the box.

“Alejandro!” Glowing amber eyes stared back at him. “Take this far into the woods and bury it so no one can ever replace it” Kane ordered, with speed the box and Alejandro were gone and they saw him outside running into the woods with it.

“I don’t want it in the house and I don’t want her to see it,” Kane said before any of them could ask.

“Did she say anything?” Johnny asked,

“It’s still talking to her” Kane replied,

“What?” Damon asked,

“The voice, the one that told her to remove the bracelet from my wrist, told her to send you to the ballet, you into the store and save your life, just told her not to open the box. It’s still talking to her.” Kane answered. “And she’s still not happy about having to go see the evil bitch from hell”

“Who are you sending with her?” Johnny asked,

“Marco!” Kane said,

“He’ll be thrilled” Damon commented,

“Aside from her, he had the second biggest reaction to the body, and with his personality she’ll let her guard down. Word has probably made it around town by now about it. Until we can get whatever information they can uncover we are at a stand still” Kane stated,

“Lydia wants me to head over to the warehouse and grab some more candles for her, she told Dax yesterday at dinner that she had none. Figure while I was there I can play hide the statue” Damon said,

“The scouts found the driver of the car, they’re bringing him in, he’ll be here within the hour.” Johnny announced,

“Looks like you’ll get your chance to paralyze someone after all” Kane said to him, a wicked grin spread across Johnny’s face. “Both of you” he added as he looked at Kenneth. Damon shook his head, clearly displeased that he doesn’t get to paralyze anyone.

“Fuck, whatever I get the next one to myself” he said “Carter, make sure you draw targets on him” Damon added, a grin crossed Carter’s face as the smiles on Kenneth and Johnny fell.

“That’s a dick thing to say” Johnny huffed, causing Kane to laugh.

Marco was just walking back into the office as Johnny, Kenneth and Carter were walking out.

“Dove stai andando? (Where are you going?)” Marco asked,

“Carter’s gonna teach us how to paralyze people” Kenneth replied, Marco’s face perked up and he was about to follow them out.

“You’re not going Marco!” Kane stopped him before he could go any farther.

“Come mai? Ho fatto qualcosa di male? Voglio paralizzare le persone (How come? Did I do something wrong? I want to paralyze people)” Marco looked at him, clearly upset that he didn’t get to go.

“You’re going with Luna!” Marco scrunched his face, trying to think where she was going.

“$20 says he loses his shit” Kenneth said to Johnny,

“I’ll take that bet!” Johnny replied as they watched Marco work through what was going on. Then it hit him, his eyes widened and he ran his hands through his hair, he opened his mouth several times to say something just to close it again.

“That’s not losing his shit” Johnny declared with a grin on his face,

“Just wait!” Kenneth replied,

“Fanculo! Non voglio andare a casa della cagna malvagia dell’inferno (I don’t wanna go to the house of the evil bitch from hell)” Marco yelled,

“Pay up!” Kenneth said holding out his hand,

“Fuck!” Johnny huffed giving him the money.

“Perché devo andare? Invia Carter, è il suo lavoro (Why do I have to go? Send Carter, it’s his job)” Marco exclaimed pointing at Carter

“Carter can’t he was standing on the sidewalk when Damon threatened to break her in two” Kane explained, patiently waiting for him,

“I….I with you….ha minacciato di tagliarle la lingua (you threatened to cut her tongue off)” Marco shot back,

“She didn’t see you there, her focus was on me” Kane countered,

“Voglio paralizzare le persone, perché Kenneth non può andare? (I want to paralyze people, why can’t Kenneth go?)” Marco asked. Kane didn’t need the translation for Marco with him pointing at who he was talking about.

“She doesn’t know Kenneth, she won’t let her guard down around him.” Kane answered,

“Don’t feel bad brother, I don’t get to paralyze people either, I get to play hide the statue” Damon added,

“Posso farlo, posso nascondere le statue. Seppellirli a 12 piedi di profondità e nessuno li troverà mai….Invia Damon. Lei gli dice tutto quello che vuole sapere, (I can do it, I can hide the statues. Bury them 12 feet deep and no one will ever replace them….Send Damon. She tell him whatever he wants to know).” Marco said pointing at Damon,

“No, Marco, you’re going with Dax,” Kane said more firmly, he felt like he was talking to a child.

“Fanculo! questa è una fottuta stronzata (Fuck yourself! This is fucking bullshit)” Marco huffed,

“No wonder little man picked it up” Damon whispered to Kane,

“Papa says it all the time when he’s mad” Kane whispered back trying not to laugh,

“And papa’s fucking mad” Damon replied hiding his grin.

“My sentiments exactly Marco! This is next level bullshit, I don’t want to go to the house of the evil bitch from hell and play nice either, but there’s a bright side to reacting the most to replaceing the Kent in a box.” Dax said as she walked back into the office

“Che cosa? (What?)” Marco asked as he looked at her

“Maybe she’ll say something, then I can punch her in the throat, you can break her in two paralyzing her and then we can cut her tongue out” Dax replied, keeping her eyes on Kane as she spoke. Everyone in the office went wide eyed as she said those words and a smile settled over Marco’s face.

“Hmm, il lato positivo! (Bright side!) Tesoro, we….go??” Marco asked, offering her his arm, she smiled up at him accepting it. Kane’s mouth fell open and he was trying to say something but he couldn’t form the words.

“Hi ho, hi ho, off to hell we go!” And they walked out of the office.

“Don’t do anything to her!” He finally called after them,

“No promises!” Came her reply as she jingled down the hall,

“FUCK!” Kane huffed.

Marco and Dax stood on the sidewalk outside of Mrs. Morganson’s house. They stared up at it, ominous and foreboding the two story home was dark grey with black trim around the windows and doors. The walkway leading up to the front porch was lined with perfectly placed flowers, everything was perfectly placed, and nothing was out of place. It was like looking at a picture from a brochure. It was a little disturbing actually, and an unsettled feeling washed over both of them. They looked around the neighbourhood one more time before they made their way up to the front door.

“Forse diciamo che non è a casa (Maybe we say she not home)” Marco whispered, as Dax was about to knock. The idea had merit and it would have worked had the door not opened before she had a chance to knock. Mrs. Morganson stood at the entrance in her usually well groomed and put together style. Even with a dead husband not one hair was out of place, and her clothes were perfectly pressed. If anything happened to Kane, she would be a disaster, Dax thought. She eyed them suspiciously for a moment then a pleasant smile settled on her face.

“Mrs. Morganson, we just wanted to stop by and tell you how very sorry we are about the loss of Mr. Morganson.” Dax said. She kept her tone controlled and feigned a touch of sadness to it.

“He was such a nice man, and he will be missed dearly by the town” that part just about killed her. If she didn’t have her nails digging into the palm of her hand behind her back she might have laughed.

“Thank you dear! That is nice of you both to offer your condolences at this trying time. Please won’t you both come in” Mrs. Morganson moved to the side inviting them into her home. They smiled kindly at her and stepped across the threshold. Much like the outside, the inside was immaculate, everything where it should be and nothing was out of place. She invited them to have a seat and they just looked at eachother, but accepted the offer. Marco sat on the edge of the chair, his hands clasped tightly in his lap afraid to touch anything, and she sat with her back straight on the edge of the couch refusing to make herself comfortable. Her one arm in the sling and her other in a loose fist sat in her lap.

“Sheriff Roger, informed me you were the ones that found him” Mrs. Morganson looked at them,

“Ye….yes we were, I was looking at some storage units.” Dax replied, Marco just nodded, he clearly was not comfortable in the space and he wanted the hell out of there, she didn’t blame him, she wanted out of there as well.

“Would you like something to drink?” She offered, again both Marco and Dax looked at each other. He was just wide eyed, Dax knew Marco wouldn’t be able to say anything so she answered for him.

“Water would be wonderful, thank you” Dax replied with a smile for both of them. When she left the room, Dax looked at Marco with concern.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered,

“Non lo so, ma questa casa non mi piace. Mi sembra sbagliato....feels….wrong (I don’t know, but I don’t like this house. Seems wrong to me)” Marco whispered back, he was jumpy and edgy and something wasn’t sitting right with him.

“I know!” She didn’t want to say anything to him, but she could feel it as well. Something dark was lurking in this house.

“C’è qualcun altro qui….someone….here” Marco whispered, turning his ear up. She subtly adjusted herself so she was a little closer to him. If something was going to happen she didn’t want to be too far away. She noticed a picture on the table beside her and she pointed it out to Marco, it had a fold in it. Someone was hiding in that picture. Marco went to touch it but he snatched his hands back when he heard Mrs. Morganson coming back. She gave them their water and they thanked her, not sure what to do with it; they just held onto their glasses.

****

He was coming down the back stairs, he heard Erin talking to someone, though he never caught the name, but she was calling whoever it was dear. Stupid woman he thought, he had to fight to control the urge to laugh when he heard the sheriff telling her yesterday of the discovery of her late husband in a box. The look of mortification on her face when he asked the cop what happened to him and the cop’s reply had him fighting to control an ear to ear grin, but he was the devil after all. However it was the news that his angel was the one that found him that caused him turmoil. So many emotions ripped through him. Excitement, she was alive, she survived the hit and she was ok. He knew she would be ok, she was strong. Sadness, he wanted to see her, he wanted to see for himself what had happened to her. Finally anger, she must have been so scared and he wasn’t there to help her. He was always there to take care of her, but he didn’t know where she was, no matter how many times he tried to replace her. The tall one just made her disappear, never to be found by him.

He was angry that she found that piece of shit, he was angry that it must have scared her to see what he did. He didn’t want her to be scared, and he never wanted to be the thing that scared her. She was never supposed to see the things he was capable of doing. He scolded himself and ripped apart the room he stayed in last night. Continuing the ruse of being the good son he offered to spend the night here in case Erin needed something. When he heard her crying last night after all that was said to her he laughed some more. He was about to round the corner when he saw her, his breath caught in his throat and he choked on the emotion that welled up inside of him. His angel, his beautiful, perfect angel sitting right there on the couch. Her perfect posture, her perfect skin, her perfect features, even the way those bunny ears sat upon her head was perfect. He couldn’t help but stare at her, his angel, his perfect, perfect angel.

He drank in her sight, lost himself in her voice, he had to go to her, he wanted to go to her, hold her tight to him and never let her go. He was about to move closer to the room, when he saw the other one in the room with her. He silently cursed the tall one for sending a bodyguard with her. He was the smallest of the group, he had seen him around town a few times with his angel and another one. Though he couldn’t fault the tall one, she was precious and needed to be protected from the dangers of the world, she didn’t need protection from him. He would never hurt her, he could never hurt her. Watching from his spot hidden in the hallway the small one looked uncomfortable sitting in that room, completely out of place and on edge. Erin must be having a fit right now, he was out of place this would never do in her pathetic world. The thought of her losing her mind over something so stupid brought great joy to him and a smile played upon his lips.

****

“Dear, why are you dressed like a bunny?” Mrs. Morganson asked her, a hint of disgust in her voice.

“Oh, um I lost a bet with Mr. McKenna” Dax replied,

“Oh, you’re still….seeing him!” She didn’t hide the displeasure in her voice at that, and Dax just nodded smiling politely,

“Must not be a very strong relationship if you have to play such silly little games” Mrs. Morganson added after a minute, the smile faltering on Dax’s face when she heard that, but she fixed it back into place when the woman looked at her.

“How are you doing Mrs. Morganson?” Dax asked, forcing the sincerity into her voice,

“I’m doing fine, but Donny has been a mess since he found out, he’ll start laughing then he’ll just get angry for no reason, then go back to laughing. He could really use people to talk to. It would really make him feel better” She was saying, Dax just nodded her head, but she wasn’t really paying attention. She had noticed a few more photos like the one on the table, she was hiding people in them, now she was curious as to why.

“Maybe you both would be willing to talk to him. It was nice of you to check on me, you could check on him as well” She said, catching Dax by surprise, her eyes snapped back to Mrs. Morganson, then she looked at Marco, he seemed just as surprised as she did.

“Oh….um…..yeah maybe we could!” Dax said, looking back at Marco who just nodded his head.

“That would be wonderful, you both are so kind, how does lunch on Wednesday at noon sound at Glenda’s diner?” She asked looking at them both, Dax moved her mouth to form words and again looked at Marco who just stared back at her wide eyed.

“Ok” Dax finally said.

“Wonderful!” Mrs. Morganson replied, clasping her hands together.

****

Standing in the hall listening in on the conversation, he overheard the arrangement Erin had just made for him. Though he hated the woman with a passion she had her useful moments and this was one of them. Though he had no problems managing his own life, it seemed his half wit of a brother couldn’t figure that out himself and needed mommies help. But now he found himself with a lunch date with his angel, and the thought pleased him greatly. He felt his core stir at the thought of being at the same table with her. It didn’t matter to him what bodyguard they sent with her, she was his focus, his sole focus. Then other thoughts started to form in his mind and his pants started to feel tight around him. He breathed deep letting the images of her fill his head. Wanting to hear the rest of their conversation before he could properly deal with his situation he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. Slowly moving his hands up and down his length, using the sound of her voice to entice him.

****

“Do you need help making any phone calls? I could call some of his old friends or family, and help make arrangements.” Dax offered,

“No dear, that is nice of you to offer, but I have taken care of all of that already” Dax just nodded,

“È una bella foto di te e tuo marito” Marco finally said something. Mrs. Morganson just looked at him blankly.

“That’s a nice photo of you and your husband” Dax said, then saw Marco nod.

“Thank you dear! It was taken some years ago” Mrs. Morganson replied,

“La mamma di un amico lo faceva, piegava le foto, le faceva combaciare con la cornice (A friend’s mom did it, folded the photos, made them fit the frame)” Marco said motioning towards the same photo.

“He said his friend’s mom used to do that….fold the pictures, make them fit the frame” Dax again translated after she checked her phone.

“Oh, there was somebody in the photo that shouldn’t have been.” Mrs. Morganson waved her hand at it. “Does he not speak English? Nevermind it’s not important. I have some things to take care of today” Mrs. Morganson said as she got to her feet, they followed suit.

“Of course, we’re sorry to keep you, if there’s anything we can do please don’t….hesitate to call” Dax said, offering another polite smile.

“Thank you dear, the memorial service is at 10 am at the church on Saturday, please be there at 9” Mrs. Morganson stated firmly. Both Marco and Dax froze and looked at her.

“Mi scusi! Pardon me!” Marco’s eyes widened, surely they didn’t understand correctly what she was saying.

“The memorial service for Kent is on Saturday at 10 am at the church, please be there for 9. From there we’ll head to the cemetery for the funeral, then proceed to the townhall for the reception.” Dax looked at Marco who just looked back at her, both their mouths moving but no sound was coming out.

“You young man, if you’re going to speak, then speak English, not that foreigner language. My Donny won’t understand it and there would be no point in you joining Dax and him for lunch” Mrs. Morganson looked pointedly at Marco.

“O-ok!” Marco finally replied,

“And Dax dear, please don’t wear the bunny costume, hide your ears and remove those hideous contacts.” Mrs. Morganson said,

“O-ok!” She replied, still shocked by what had just transpired and what she just said to Marco. She walked them to the door and opened it. They stepped out onto the porch and turned to look at her.

“Thank you, for being such dears and coming to see me. I’ll see you both at 9 on Saturday at the church” She placed a pleasant smile on her face,

“Ok” they said in unison, and she shut the door on them, before anymore could be said.

****

He muffled a groan as he continued to stroke himself, he needed release. She was coming to the service on Saturday, he would get to console her, this pleased him even more, the thought of touching her perfectly soft flawless skin sent shivers rippling through him. Straining against the confines of his pants even more and unable to stand it any longer he made a retreat back towards the stairs with impure thoughts of his little angel dancing through his head.

****

Dax and Marco sat in the truck in front of Mrs. Morganson’s house, just staring straight ahead, still trying to wrap their minds around what just happened.

“Che cazzo è appena successo? (What the fuck just happened?)” Marco asked,

“We’re going on a playdate with hell’s spawn and then to a funeral” Dax replied,

“Una data di gioco! Una data di gioco! Una fottuta data di gioco! Sono un uomo adulto, e sono stato organizzato per un appuntamento di gioco. Ho figli, organizzo appuntamenti di gioco….Non li vado (A play date! A play date! A fucking play date! I’m a grown man, and I’ve been set up for a play date. I have children, I organize game appointments .... I don’t go there)” Marco fumed beside her in the driver’s seat hitting the steering wheel.

“Yup!” She said,

“Un funerale, stiamo andando a un funerale, al cimitero, con le lapidi….hanno lapidi! (A funeral, we are going to a funeral, to the cemetery, with the tombstones .... they have tombstones)” Marco huffed,

“Yup” she replied,

“Fanculo!” He growled out,

“Yup! We got screwed!” She said,

“Si!” He replied,

“And not in a fun way!” She stated,

“No!” he shook his head,

“Somebody owes us lunch” she huffed, her phone went off and she looked at the message.

“They want us to meet them at the warehouse” she said, Marco started the truck and they drove all the way to the warehouse in silence, fuming.

“How did it go?” Kane asked as Johnny, Kenneth and Carter entered the warehouse. Carter was trying to hide his laughter, however Johnny and Kenneth were not as amused.

“Kenneth can’t aim for shit even with the target Carter drew on him, pretty much turned the man’s kidneys to mince meat.” Johnny said,

“Like you did any better” Kenneth shot back,

“At least I hit the spine” Johnny countered,

“You killed him!” Kenneth fired back staring at him

“I might have snapped his neck. I hit a little high” Johnny added at the questioning look Kane gave them.

“So neither one of you paralyzed him?” Kane asked, he could see Carter’s shoulders shaking as he shook his head no.

“Stop laughing Carter, how did you do your first time trying?” Johnny snapped,

“I paralyzed somebody” Carter replied,

“Of course you did,” Kenneth huffed.

“Did you replace out anything?” Kane asked, biting back his own laughter, though he could hear Damon behind him laughing.

“The car was meant for Damon, White wanted to start taking out her protection, couldn’t get to her because she’s so heavily guarded. When he hit Dax, he fucked up big time. He called White that night, and before you ask he only spoke to him in the late evening and never met in person. But he said he did overhear something. White was talking to somebody else, he heard him asking what he was doing there, then he heard White screaming for him to stop. Then a crunch or smash, or thump, he didn’t know, but he said it sounded like somebody was getting hit with something. He heard gurgling, more thumping, then a voice came on the line he’d never heard before saying he was next and the line went dead” Johnny answered,

“You got a lot of information outta the guy” Damon commented,

“Kenneth broke his fingers” Johnny replied,

“I didn’t feel bad this time,” Kenneth added.

“Have you heard from Marco and Dax yet?” Johnny asked,

“They’re on their way,” Kane replied. The words barely out of his mouth when they heard two truck doors slam shut.

Marco and Dax walked into the warehouse and neither one carried a pleased expression on their face. Stopping in front of the tables everyone else was standing at they crossed their arms over their chests, scowling.

“They looked pissed” Damon whispered,

“Yeah!” Kane whispered back, last time he saw that look on her face she threw paper weights at him. He was getting this overwhelming urge to duck for cover, he took a quick glance at Johnny and he could see it on his face as well.

“How did it go?” Kane asked, Marco and Dax looked at him, then they looked at each other then back at him.

“We got screwed! And not in the fun way” she yelled, catching them all by surprise.

“Due adulti organizzare una fottuta data di gioco….con la cagna malvagia degli inferi spawn (Two adults organize a fucking play date… .with the evil bitch of the underworld spawn)” Marco spat.

“What?” Kane asked,

“Marco and I get to go to lunch on Wednesday with Donny at the diner.” She replied,

“Sabato si va ai funerali, la chiesa, il fottuto cimitero, il municipio. (We go to the funeral on Saturday, the church, the fucking cemetary, the town hall.)” Marco added before Kane could say anything,

“You’re going to the cemetery?” Kenneth asked, a look of concern crossed his face at that.

“It starts at 10 but she requested we be at the church at 9.” Dax said

“You’re going to the funeral? Means the house will be empty” Kane looked at Damon, who nodded his head.

“Been awhile but I’m pretty sure I can still break into a place” He said,

“So happy our situation works out well for you. Not only did we have to play nice with that bitch, but now we have to sit in a room and listen to people talk about what a great guy her bastard husband was. Yeah sure he’s a real fucking great guy….he didn’t try to set them on fire.” She yelled louder. Johnny slowly started to move away from her, she was pissed the fuck off and he didn’t want anything thrown at him.

“Sai cosa c’è nei cimiteri….ci sono fottute lapidi nei cimiteri! Stanno fottendo ovunque (You know what’s in the cemeteries ... there are fucking tombstones in the cemeteries! They’re fucking everywhere)” Marco yelled as well.

“We got screwed big time and someone owes us lunch” she huffed,

“Si!” Marco agreed,

“And I’m starting with dessert, and you’re not getting any” she was fuming, Kane’s eyes widened when it registered what she meant, she looked straight at him when she said it.

“Non sono riuscito a paralizzare nessuno (I have not been able to paralyze anyone)” Marco seethed,

“Neither did they, Johnny accidentally broke his neck” Damon replied, when Carter showed him the translation.

“Fanculo! Non ho nemmeno avuto modo di provare! Assoluta stronzata del cazzo! (Fuck yourself! I didn’t even get to try! Absolute fucking bullshit!)” Marco yelled at him, Damon held up his hands and backed away.

“Come on Marco, let’s go see Glenda” she turned on her heel with Marco right behind her and they stormed out of the warehouse.

“You’re not getting any, any, or any dessert?” Johnny asked Kane,

“Yeah” was his only reply,

“Wow! That sucks for you!” Johnny tried not to laugh,

“You’re not getting any any either” Kane fired at him, giving him a hard stare,

“That’s a low blow bother, that’s a real low blow” Johnny said,

“I got a little black book I don’t need any more” Damon offered Johnny, when both Kane and Johnny looked at him, he threw his hands up “Jus sayin”

“I have one too,” Kenneth said to Damon.

After the diner and Glenda laughing at him, for why she was mad, Dax and Marco would just huff about their pending playdate with hell’s spawn. Dinner that evening was quiet as well, they were both still fuming and made very little conversation with the others at the table. They got screwed and no one was taking their anger seriously, kept telling them it wasn’t a big deal. Back in their room Kane was trying to talk to her,

“You can’t be mad at me!” He said to her,

“I can’t be….I can’t be….I can’t be mad at you. This is all your fault, I got set up on a playdate and it’s your fault. You said I have to go to that house. You said I had to talk to that evil bitch. You could have gone to the house, you could have talked, used your domineering personality on her. She would have set you up on the playdate instead of me and Marco. She told Marco that he has to speak English and not that foreigner language….what the fuck? Who the fuck says that? ” She fumed at him.

“Ok, ok maybe it’s a little my fault. But it’s not like I told her to invite you to the funeral.” Kane replied, that might have been the wrong thing to say, her little face went redder and her ears darkened. Uh oh! Even Ky knew that was the wrong thing to say.

“Inv….invited? I most certainly was not invited, I was informed I was to be there at 9 in the fucking morning with my ears tucked, my contacts in and not dressed like a bloody bunny. Nothing that would distract anyone from putting her psychotic murdering husband in the ground.” She snapped at him, “An invite would be her saying do you want to come to the funeral, and I would have replied, are you outside of your fucking mind. No, I do not want to mourn the death of your bastard of a husband who tried to kill me multiple times and damn near fucking succeeded.” She added before he could say anything. Ok maybe she could be mad at him, he watched her storm into the bathroom and slam the door behind her, where she cursed a blue streak. The devil is definitely shaking! Ky howled in his head.

Twenty minutes later she came out of the bathroom, and crawled into bed, lying down on her side.

“Baby! What are you doing?” He asked her, a slight grin on is face

“Going to bed!” She huffed, pulling the covers up over her. He moved to the bathroom, he’d let her be mad and then he’d cuddle with her and she would calm down. When he came out of the bathroom he could still hear her grumbling to herself and he had to muffle his laugh. He crawled into bed beside her and when he went to gather her into his arms she shoved a pillow in between them.

“Don’t cross that pillow” she stated firmly. He looked at it, then he looked at her. I don’t think she wants to cuddle! Ky said.

“Baby! You can’t be serious?” He looked back at the pillow between them.

“I am, don’t cross it” She repeated,

“How are you going to sleep?” He asked,

“I’ll sleep just fine!” She grumbled,

“No you won’t, you and I both know you won’t” He replied,

“Then I’ll be cranky tomorrow!” She huffed back,

“Fine, then sleep on your own side” He said, she’ll wake up in his arms sleeping on his chest tomorrow, she was mad and being a little stubborn right now. He rolled onto his back, he would just wait her out. What else was he going to do? He wasn’t going to sleep either, not until she was in his arms where she belonged.