52. What the fuck
WHAT THE FUCK
Islid out of the bed, leaving Scott and Summer curled against each other. I heard the sound of talking, and my hand went to the pistol I kept in my nightstand.
Sneaking out toward the voices with the gun raised, I looked out to see James.
Kade’s arm snatched out, smacking the pistol from my grip. I twisted his arm and slammed him to the ground. Laughter emanated from him as he lay on the floor.
“Still got it old man,” he coughed, sitting up, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet.
“What are you two doing in my house?”
“I asked them,” Brian spoke as he turned to get up.
I met him halfway, giving him a bear hug. “Well I wasn’t expecting you to show up.”
“These two told me about New York. We have a lot to discuss.” He said, sitting back down.
“So talk,” I grabbed my coffee pot off the stand, smelling the coffee and determining that it wasn’t too bad, and poured a cup.
“We have a lead on Midas,” he began.
“Well that’s new, but you wouldn’t come here in person if you didn’t have something already in the works.” I took a sip from my cup, scrunching my nose at the bitter taste.
“He’s in the city again,” James cut in.
“Where?” I asked, swiping my hand over my face.
“We haven’t pin pointed his location, the signal keeps bouncing around the city.” Brian spoke.
“So why are you here?” I asked. I sat across from him.
“Who are you?” Summer’s voice caught my attention from the doorway, and I looked up to see her protectively holding her arms across her frame.
“Damn Mamacita, how far along are you?” Kade grinned.
Her eyes snapped to his in a weary way, and I couldn’t help notice there was something familiar about the stare.
“James, Kade leave her alone.” Brian barked, standing up to look at Summer. “Hey sunshine.”
“What the fuck?” She mumbled, her hand gripping the door frame with white knuckles. Her face paled as if she’d seen a ghost, and that’s when it clicked into place.