Chapter 26 Everett
Bad Reputation, Adelita’s Way
Stacks upon stacks of bloody paperwork sit upon my desk. A month has gone by and we only have a shred of evidence to prove Sabini’s men may be stealing from our supply—not enough for a definitive conclusion.
Kenneth groans beside me, throwing another file upon the desk’s surface as he props his oxfords onto the corner of the desk. “Someone’s taken the piss out of us I think. Things ain’t adding up, brotha. Something is missing.” He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Before Kenneth may mutter another sentence, Bobby booms into my office. Kenneth and I peer up to find a disturbing sight .
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Kenneth spits out.
Bobby saunters over to the desk, his arms out to show he is in a pair of dark blue denim trousers, a black button-up shirt and with a long thin rope around his collar.
The rope has an ornate metal buckle near the neckline, as two metal rings hang on the bottom piece of the rope.
“You like it, yeah? Cowboys wear it over in America, so I figured I’d wear it when I go to the stables or the barn.
” He tugs on the belt loops of his trousers and then gives us a big grin, looking like a proud young boy that dressed himself for the first time in his life.
Kenneth and I lose it.
I don’t think we’ve laughed this hard in several years.
“You look like a fucking bellend,” Kenneth howls. “Proper cowboy clown!”
Bobby narrows his eyes at us then stares directly at me. “Yeah? And what comment do you ’ave?”
I cock an eyebrow toward him and shake my head slowly. “I don’t have one, brother, I don’t have one at all. Though I have a question. What in the dried-out duck dick is hanging around your neck?”
He narrows his eyes to slits. “Well, you both are just jealous your flat arses wouldn’t fill out pants like these.” He points his thumb toward his rear in defense.
I cock an eyebrow at this ridiculous scenario.
“Also!” he shouts. “This is called a bolo tie, and it is pure silver.”
Kenneth tilts back, clutching his stomach as he bellows out a laugh, then leans too far on his chair, causing him to tip over onto the floor of the office.
His eyes are watering from laughing too hard, then he yells, “Why don’t you make the silver feckin’ useful and smelt it into a silver bullet to kill some werewolves in this fantasy you feckin’ live in. ”
“Fuck you.” Bobby points in the direction of Kenneth on the floor, then swings his finger toward me. “And respectfully, fuck you too.”
I shake my head, stifling a laugh. “And what pray tell does Tilly think of this attire?” I ask thoughtfully, waving my hand up and down at his stance, trying to not wound his ego any more than we have.
Bobby’s head turns up in a smug glance, then he states, “She said she’d ride this cowboy all the way to Kings Cross Station. ”
My mouth gapes open.
“Get out,” I state. “Please get out. I have had enough nonsense for the day. Get your Lone Ranger ass out of my office please.”
Kenneth, still lying on the floor, cackles. “Feckin’ Lone Ranger!” Taking my foot I push on Kenneth’s torso, causing him to turn to his side. I hear the office door open and shut as Bobby’s angered spirit leaves my office.
“Christ, would you button it up down there?” I mutter toward the laughing Kenneth, then take my hand and splay it across my face with a long, drawn-out exhale.
I hear the office door open again as I place my fingers to my temple and shut my eyes tight.
“Bobby, look, we are sorry for takin’ the piss out of ya, but come on, we don’t wear shite like that.
” Peering up, I find it isn’t Bobby, but Seraphina standing in the doorway.
She takes long, slow, seductive strides toward my desk.
At the echoing sound of the door shutting, she drops her winter jacket to reveal her stark- naked body.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble under my breath, reaching for the pistol underneath my desk.
Seraphina snarls, “Excuse me?” Alarming Kenneth with her voice, he pops up from the ground like the living dead and erupts in laughter again, even though he had just calmed himself on the floor.
“This day keeps getting feckin’ bettah and bettah!
” He cackles the words out between uneven heaves, then drops to the floor, placing his hands over his face and dying from laughter…
again. His voice comes up from the floor before Seraphina and I can even start a discussion.
“You bettah get out of here before the missus sees ya. She will fillet you like fucking Giorgio!”
Seraphina crosses her arms, disgruntled and pissed off, though still stark naked before me.
“Please get some clothes on,” I coldly ask.
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Nevah thought I’d hear you say that. What the fuck has gotten under your skin?”
Before I may retort, my office door opens to reveal my lovely Brielle. Her face is stoic as she glances between Seraphina and I .
Slowly I raise my hands up and plead with my eyes, to show I have no part in this awkward exchange.
Then she speaks. “Me. I’ve gotten under his skin.
” Her cold and calculated steps inch closer to us as she picks up Seraphina’s coat from the floor and tosses it in her direction.
Giving her a gorgeous death stare, she remarks, “My blade can go under your skin next.” Her emerald eyes flare with malice as a wicked grin spreads across her face.
“You ever look at my husband again, I’ll kill you.
Then bring you back to life just to torture you all over again and again.
” She makes the threat while slowly raising a blade up Seraphina’s thigh, the sharp edge cutting ever so slightly, and a pin drop of blood slides down Seraphina’s skin.
“You’re fucking mental, bitch!” Seraphina shouts, then swiftly puts her coat on and rushes out the door.
I’m sat in my chair speechless and slightly aroused until I forget Kenneth is in the fucking room with us, for he begins to slowly clap from the corner of the office floor he’s been sitting at, enjoying this entertaining afternoon of events.