door creaked and in walked Jesse with someone on his heels.
“Cousin,” Jesse called.
“Hey Jess, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, just coming back from getting Paula.”
I turned around further to see Officer Paula Sanchez smiling at me as she entered the room. The woman had no shame, as she even picked the seat right next to me.
“Hey, Ryan,” she breathed.
Her perfume snuck up my nostrils, causing me to sneeze repeatedly. The woman had the nerve to pat my back several times, and then rub it.
“I’m fine.” I jerked away. “It’s your perfume.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She backed away.
“Ryan,” my mother scolded me.
“It is a little strong,” Jesse chimed in. “I was sneezing in the car.”
I choked some more. My man Jesse.
My uncles tried to hide their laughter and smirks, while my mom informed Paula about what was for dinner.
“I invited Paula because her family is out of town this Sunday and like us, they always have family meals. She’s from a very close-knit family. They have blue blood as well. Cops in every generation. I figured she would fit right in as she’s more compatible with us.”
Really?
Jesse looked around the table with his nose scrunched up as if he was confused. My Uncle Cliff looked uncomfortable, while Uncle Peter was nodding his head.
“Uncle, you had something to say.” I ignored the last comment.
“Yeah, I have a biopsy in a few weeks. They saw something, so I want to get it checked out fully. Have to go to Philly, but wanted the family to know.”
Murmurs were uttered around the room as the mortality of my family came into play. Decades on the force, but a spot could take one of us out. It was a weird and crazy world. Everyone started asking questions at the same time, then something touched my leg. I looked across the table at Jesse who was actively engaged in the conversation with his father, Uncle Peter. So I swiveled my head around to see Paula smiling at me.
Her leg was rubbing against mine, therefore I moved it over away from her. Then she put her entire leg over mine, trapping my leg as she began to rub near my crotch.
Oh fuck .
I jumped up out of the seat, nearly knocking her over.
“Ryan?” My mother asked. “What has gotten into you?”
I looked around the room and saw everyone giving me puzzling looks. This was by no means how this dinner was supposed to go.
“Uncle, I’m sorry to hear that, but praying that everything works out.” I nodded at him. “I’m going to head out because I have a lot to prepare for next week.”
I grabbed a biscuit and my keys to leave.
“Wait, Ryan.” Paula called behind me.
I kept walking, as I did not want to speak with her.
When I cleared the front door, I heard the click clack of her heels.
“I’m sorry.” She said breathlessly as she closed the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“How the fuck didn’t you want to make me feel uncomfortable with your hand in my crotch?” I squinted at her.
“Just wanted to show my interest.”
“I’m unavailable.” I ran down the steps to get to my truck.
“With D’asia Carey?”
That stopped me dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck do you know about D’asia?” I sneered.
“Just that her mom’s a crackhead with a rap sheet longer than you. Brother’s a future crackhead and she’s probably right around the corner.” She scoffed. “I mean, come on. She lives in the fucking Trap !”
Before I realized it, I was stalking back up the stairs towards her.
“Where do you get off making judgments about her? You don’t know her from shit. What, you pulled her file and now you know her?” I barked at her.
“I know she’s from a different world.” She leaned into me. “What do you both have in common, except you guys might die from the same gun.”
“Fuck you.” I snapped.
“Oh, baby. I’d love that, but your mind is wrapped up in trap pussy.”
“The crazy part about being a McFadden minion is
“Cousin,” Jesse called.
“Hey Jess, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, just coming back from getting Paula.”
I turned around further to see Officer Paula Sanchez smiling at me as she entered the room. The woman had no shame, as she even picked the seat right next to me.
“Hey, Ryan,” she breathed.
Her perfume snuck up my nostrils, causing me to sneeze repeatedly. The woman had the nerve to pat my back several times, and then rub it.
“I’m fine.” I jerked away. “It’s your perfume.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She backed away.
“Ryan,” my mother scolded me.
“It is a little strong,” Jesse chimed in. “I was sneezing in the car.”
I choked some more. My man Jesse.
My uncles tried to hide their laughter and smirks, while my mom informed Paula about what was for dinner.
“I invited Paula because her family is out of town this Sunday and like us, they always have family meals. She’s from a very close-knit family. They have blue blood as well. Cops in every generation. I figured she would fit right in as she’s more compatible with us.”
Really?
Jesse looked around the table with his nose scrunched up as if he was confused. My Uncle Cliff looked uncomfortable, while Uncle Peter was nodding his head.
“Uncle, you had something to say.” I ignored the last comment.
“Yeah, I have a biopsy in a few weeks. They saw something, so I want to get it checked out fully. Have to go to Philly, but wanted the family to know.”
Murmurs were uttered around the room as the mortality of my family came into play. Decades on the force, but a spot could take one of us out. It was a weird and crazy world. Everyone started asking questions at the same time, then something touched my leg. I looked across the table at Jesse who was actively engaged in the conversation with his father, Uncle Peter. So I swiveled my head around to see Paula smiling at me.
Her leg was rubbing against mine, therefore I moved it over away from her. Then she put her entire leg over mine, trapping my leg as she began to rub near my crotch.
Oh fuck .
I jumped up out of the seat, nearly knocking her over.
“Ryan?” My mother asked. “What has gotten into you?”
I looked around the room and saw everyone giving me puzzling looks. This was by no means how this dinner was supposed to go.
“Uncle, I’m sorry to hear that, but praying that everything works out.” I nodded at him. “I’m going to head out because I have a lot to prepare for next week.”
I grabbed a biscuit and my keys to leave.
“Wait, Ryan.” Paula called behind me.
I kept walking, as I did not want to speak with her.
When I cleared the front door, I heard the click clack of her heels.
“I’m sorry.” She said breathlessly as she closed the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“How the fuck didn’t you want to make me feel uncomfortable with your hand in my crotch?” I squinted at her.
“Just wanted to show my interest.”
“I’m unavailable.” I ran down the steps to get to my truck.
“With D’asia Carey?”
That stopped me dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck do you know about D’asia?” I sneered.
“Just that her mom’s a crackhead with a rap sheet longer than you. Brother’s a future crackhead and she’s probably right around the corner.” She scoffed. “I mean, come on. She lives in the fucking Trap !”
Before I realized it, I was stalking back up the stairs towards her.
“Where do you get off making judgments about her? You don’t know her from shit. What, you pulled her file and now you know her?” I barked at her.
“I know she’s from a different world.” She leaned into me. “What do you both have in common, except you guys might die from the same gun.”
“Fuck you.” I snapped.
“Oh, baby. I’d love that, but your mind is wrapped up in trap pussy.”
“The crazy part about being a McFadden minion is
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