“What the hell is wrong with you people?” I asked, laughing.
“Magic was telling the bar Lars could get laid but not Laila. Bunny and I took offence. And then Pyro stiffed him after declaring that Magic would rather cut his arm off than hurt Bunny and me. Therefore, Pyro and Diesel were safe from any threats. Magic disappeared, and I’m sure he’s researching ways to harm them without causing too much damage,” Alice continued.
She was so calm.
“And you’re not worried?”
“No. Magic might bruise them a bit, but he’d never maim them. He knows we’d be too upset if he did,” Bunny said as she approached.
“Seriously, you’re all fucked up in the head,” I stated, and Bunny grinned.
“Yeah. Some more than others. As Magic’s girls, Alice and I have excuses. What’s yours?”
“Huh?”
“You dated Magic for four years before everything went tits up. And now you’re dating him again. Alice and I have a reason for our insanity, do you?” Bunny demanded.
There was a glint in her eye, and I knew Bunny was getting off on the teasing. Two could play that game. “I love the way Magic kisses. How his lips fit mine and his tongue, good Lord, that man knows how to use that. Especially when he goes down on you. Magic does this thing—”
“Ew! Stop! That’s my adopted dad,” Alice yelled, and I laughed.
“Yeah, I’m uncomfortable too,” Bunny agreed and walked away. Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
“Where is he?” I asked.
“Out back. Go through the kitchen,” Alice said. I nodded and headed to the staff door. I found Magic at the small seating area he provided for employees.
“Checking the dead are staying where they’re buried?”
Magic snorted. “I’d be stupid to bury them directly out here.” Magic gazed towards the nearby hillside, and he smirked. Yup, that’s where the bodies were.
“That’s something you never were.” I sat down and leaned my head on his arm. Magic stiffened before relaxing and stretched his legs out. “What happened to that parole officer you had?”
“Rutter fucked the wrong guy off and ate a bullet. No, it wasn’t me, but I testified to his abuse of power. Do you remember calling him Rotter?” Magic chuckled.
“Yup. That creep also looked a hell of a lot like Pee-wee Herman. That was damn frightening.”
“Yeah.”
“What about the judge?”
Magic snickered. “Asshole got caught with an underage girl. They had to put him in isolation. A buddy posted bail, and he disappeared. The other judge lost his position, wife, kids, and home. Idiot.”
“And let me guess, your judge is pushing up daisies?” I asked.
“Too damn right. The fucker was prejudiced from the start. Loads of his convictions have been overturned,” Magic said.
“Yours?”
“Nah. I did the time, that can’t be reversed. That’s life.”
“That asshole was out of line,” I muttered, still angry all these years later.
“It’s done, baby. We can’t change anything. How’s the kids?”
“Laila took Henrik and Jesper to Delta Force. Jacob stated that if they worked hard today, he might let them try the wind tunnel. Jesper was bouncing at the idea. It’s good to see him happy. Thanks for thinking of them,” I said, turning to Magic and smiling.
Magic reached out, cupped my nape, and kissed me lightly.
