private before everyone else heads back.” Kodiak admired Vince. After all the man had been through and the segregation from his family and friends when he finally drew up the courage to come out, he still saw good in everything. His love and attention to other’s feelings were like none other. Why some lucky man hadn’t snatched him up already was a mystery.
“Good. If you two need some pointers, let me know. Oh look…Dom and Vice are finally out of their room,” he snorted.
“Hey you two… glad to see you came up for air,” Hulk laughed. Dom smiled weekly, his features serious. “What’s up? You two look like someone died or something.”
“No…nothing like that. Our vacation’s getting cut short. The general is sending a plane for us at 1300 hours.” Dom took a seat, motioning for the rest of the family and troop to join them.
“What? Where to?” Hulk asked, their mood all-changing.
“No specifics yet,” Vice answered for him while he greeted everyone else.
“What’s going on?” Michael said as he picked up on the tension that surrounded them before he approached.
“Have a seat. Where’s Pop?” Dom glanced around, finding everyone present but the bickering couple.
“He’s back at their room. The little misses is on another rampage and won’t stop yelling long enough for him to get out the door. He’s been blowing up my phone begging us to save him.” Juju no longer got the words out and his phone vibrated—again.
“Well, good. Tell him we are in a meeting and he needs to get here now.”
“And not to bring Cassandra,” Bella added, dramatics falling over her name.
“Yeah, please don’t let him bring her. All the woman does is bitch, moan, and stick her nose up at us. Yesterday while they were at the beach, the woman threw a hissy because there was sand, then proceeded to spit her opinion on how it wasn’t appropriate for Alaina to be wearing a swimsuit in her ‘condition’…like pregnancy is some sort of disease or something. Michael had to hold me back from choking the bitch.” Mrs. Sanders waved her hands as she spoke, her anger from thinking about it resurfacing. All eyes turned to her, shocked at her foul language. Mrs. Sanders didn’t use profanity casually, so when she did you knew she was peeved.
“Please don’t ever get angry at me,” Joker teased.
Mrs. Sanders smiled but her eyes were still something fierce. “Please. If any you get out of line I’ll just smack some sense into you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, fighting back a chuckle. He had no doubt she wouldn’t either. The group kept up their normal bickering and teasing until Pop arrived, thankfully without the ball and chain.
“Glad you made it. I guess I should’ve had meetings a few times a day so we could get you out of your room,” Romeo directed to Pop as he approached.
“I wish you would have. I’ve been held prisoner in hell with the devil herself.” His features eased, but the stress and fatigue still showed around his eyes. “So, what’s up? Or was this your way of saving me?”
“I have some bad news. Our mission’s being cut short. The general phoned a half hour ago and we are on 30-minute stand by. He is sending a plane to pick us up at 1300 hours, complete with gear and supplies,” Dom paused, allowing for any questions he was sure to come.
“What about us? Do we just stay here for the rest of the stay or are we flying with you?” Alaina said between bites of an apple.
“If it weren’t for our little surprise guests that showed up the other night, I’d say stay and enjoy yourselves. But somehow, someone knew we were here. It just doesn’t sit right with me and I think it would be better and safer for you all to return home. I’ve called the airport and had your return dates moved up to this afternoon. One of us will stay behind and help Vince and Michael escort you to the ranch. At least there, you can see someone trying to sneak up.” Dom felt like shit for
“Good. If you two need some pointers, let me know. Oh look…Dom and Vice are finally out of their room,” he snorted.
“Hey you two… glad to see you came up for air,” Hulk laughed. Dom smiled weekly, his features serious. “What’s up? You two look like someone died or something.”
“No…nothing like that. Our vacation’s getting cut short. The general is sending a plane for us at 1300 hours.” Dom took a seat, motioning for the rest of the family and troop to join them.
“What? Where to?” Hulk asked, their mood all-changing.
“No specifics yet,” Vice answered for him while he greeted everyone else.
“What’s going on?” Michael said as he picked up on the tension that surrounded them before he approached.
“Have a seat. Where’s Pop?” Dom glanced around, finding everyone present but the bickering couple.
“He’s back at their room. The little misses is on another rampage and won’t stop yelling long enough for him to get out the door. He’s been blowing up my phone begging us to save him.” Juju no longer got the words out and his phone vibrated—again.
“Well, good. Tell him we are in a meeting and he needs to get here now.”
“And not to bring Cassandra,” Bella added, dramatics falling over her name.
“Yeah, please don’t let him bring her. All the woman does is bitch, moan, and stick her nose up at us. Yesterday while they were at the beach, the woman threw a hissy because there was sand, then proceeded to spit her opinion on how it wasn’t appropriate for Alaina to be wearing a swimsuit in her ‘condition’…like pregnancy is some sort of disease or something. Michael had to hold me back from choking the bitch.” Mrs. Sanders waved her hands as she spoke, her anger from thinking about it resurfacing. All eyes turned to her, shocked at her foul language. Mrs. Sanders didn’t use profanity casually, so when she did you knew she was peeved.
“Please don’t ever get angry at me,” Joker teased.
Mrs. Sanders smiled but her eyes were still something fierce. “Please. If any you get out of line I’ll just smack some sense into you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, fighting back a chuckle. He had no doubt she wouldn’t either. The group kept up their normal bickering and teasing until Pop arrived, thankfully without the ball and chain.
“Glad you made it. I guess I should’ve had meetings a few times a day so we could get you out of your room,” Romeo directed to Pop as he approached.
“I wish you would have. I’ve been held prisoner in hell with the devil herself.” His features eased, but the stress and fatigue still showed around his eyes. “So, what’s up? Or was this your way of saving me?”
“I have some bad news. Our mission’s being cut short. The general phoned a half hour ago and we are on 30-minute stand by. He is sending a plane to pick us up at 1300 hours, complete with gear and supplies,” Dom paused, allowing for any questions he was sure to come.
“What about us? Do we just stay here for the rest of the stay or are we flying with you?” Alaina said between bites of an apple.
“If it weren’t for our little surprise guests that showed up the other night, I’d say stay and enjoy yourselves. But somehow, someone knew we were here. It just doesn’t sit right with me and I think it would be better and safer for you all to return home. I’ve called the airport and had your return dates moved up to this afternoon. One of us will stay behind and help Vince and Michael escort you to the ranch. At least there, you can see someone trying to sneak up.” Dom felt like shit for
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