But only for him.
****
Emanuel
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the dancing king himself.”
“Fuck off, Don,” I respond as he and two other squad members laugh as they sit around the table in the kitchen.
“What?” Don questions in a way that lets me know he knowsexactlywhat he did. “I could’ve called you the dancingqueen.That would’ve been a real insult, would it not?” He laughs as if his jokes are the funniest fucking thing in the world.
“Asshole,” I grunt.
“Yeah, he can’t help himself,” Eric adds as he enters the kitchen from the side hallway entrance.
“No, I really could’ve called him hitter or killer or some other shit for beating the hell out of that guy two nights ago.”
I roll my eyes.
“Your knuckles still swollen?”
I hold my fist up. “Bring your ass over here and find out,” I threaten.
Another round of laughs.
“Anyway, who was that asshole?” Don questions.
“A piece of shit not worth mentioning.”
Eric grunts in agreeance.
“So, Janine’s ex, huh?”
“You really talk too fucking much. Go back to not speaking to me,” I growl at Don, who of course, just laughs it off. I know he’s only joking but the idea of that shitbag, or anyone for that matter, being with Janine, pisses me off.
“This is how it starts.” Don shakes his head.
“What starts?”
His eyebrows go up.
“Here we fucking go,” Eric mumbles, looking exasperated.
“You, this, them.” Don gestures his hand in the direction of Eric. “Where’s Carter?” Don asks.
“Garage,” I respond.
“Follow me.”
Eric and I follow Don out to the garage where Carter is there finishing up the count on equipment after the last run we just got back from.
“These two guys …” Don starts as he pats both Carter and Eric’s backs, “are two of the finest individuals in this station. Everyone fucking new when they were falling. This guy,” he points to Eric, who’s now giving him a sideways glare, “had me accompany him in the fucking truck to a community center to threaten Angela’s ex.”
“That was supposed to be between the two of us,” Eric’s voice is low but cautioning.
Don ignores him and proceeds, “And this fucker here …” he taps Carter on the shoulder, “nearly decapitated anyone who got in the way of pulling Michelle out of that car. The crazy bastard nearly fell for her right there on the spot at that accident. Westilldon’t even know what really happened to her son’s father.”
“I’mDiego’s father,” Carter growls, startling even Don.
