Generation Lost (Gray Wolf Security #17)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“Mama? What are those?” frowned Gaspar, staring at the cages.

“Well, now, see, those are called Flemish rabbits,” she smiled, petting one between the ears as he wiggled them.

“And why do we have Flemish rabbits, that I’m guessing weigh around twenty pounds each?”

“Somewhere in that range,” she smiled. “They’re cute, ain’t they?”

“Mama.”

“Fine. I want to do a big Easter egg hunt for the children and have these beauties hopping around.”

“Mama, those damn things are gonna scare the kids to death. Hell, they scare me to death. What do they eat? Better yet, can we eat them?”

“Gaspar! You’ll do no such thing.” He laughed, shaking his head as the other men stared at the giant rabbits. They were enormous, and there must be thirty in cages on the truck getting unloaded.

“I’m just curious,” said Nine. “How do we prevent those things from multiplying? I mean, if the saying is true, ‘producing like rabbits,’ those damn things are gonna overrun the place.”

“See, that’s the only problem,” said Irene, shaking her head. “They tend to reproduce every twelve weeks or so.”

“Twelve weeks! Mama, we’re gonna have a thousand rabbits by the end of the year!”

“Well, I’m thinkin’ we can curb that,” she grinned. “I mean, there’s some ugly ones in there. We put the ugly ones with the males and see what happens.”

“Oh, my God,” laughed Ghost. “We’re all going to die by giant rabbit invasion.”

Irene stared at the men, then looked at her son, waiting for him to explode. Instead, he laughed so hard she thought he might hurt himself. He picked up one of the rabbits, holding it in his arms, and shook his head.

“They’re damn cute. Just try to control it all, Mama. They need to go after Easter.” He set the rabbit back in its cage and walked away. The other men grinned at Irene, confusion covering her face.

“What just happened? Why didn’t he yell at me?” she asked. Nine hugged the older woman, kissing her cheek.

“Even your son grows up eventually, Mama Irene.”