Page 23 of Kevlar To My Vest


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“Whore!”

“Slut!”

“Fucker.”

“Lazy cow!”

“Rancid vagina-!”

Silence.

Most likely it was because I’d covered Viddy’s mouth with my hand. Kettle probably had done the same from his end.

“That was incredibly disgusting.” I finally said into the silence.

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Viddy asked happily.

“I don’t think I ever want to hear that one again.” I shivered.

I sure as fuck didn’t want to be thinking of anyone’s pussy being rancid.

“You do realize that there’re about ten cops in or around your apartment right now, don’t you?” I asked.

Viddy shrugged and held her hand out to me.

I took it, but I didn’t give her any of my weight.

Walking to her drawers, I found a pair of sweat pants in the first drawer, and a t-shirt in the third, which I promptly helped her into before we left the room.

Sure enough, there were five cops inside the living room, one being my captain. Then there were the firefighters, as well as multiple members of my MC.

“Are they all staring at me?” Viddy whispered loudly.

Her question elicited a smile from every face there, including her sister’s. “No, they’re not staring at you. They’re staring at the man who’s still naked and sitting on the floor of your living room.”

“What?” She exclaimed loudly.

“Yeah, Paul was masturbating to the smell of your panties when I got here. How’d he get in?” I asked, glaring at the man in question.

His eyes stayed downcast, but I could see the blush stain his cheeks.

“What the fuck?” She yelled. “You sick fuck!”

Snorts and grunts of agreement followed her statement. Hewasa sick fuck.

“Can you tell me how he got in?” I asked again.

“Through the kitchen window. I heard him open it, and then hit the spoon that was sitting on the ledge of the sink.” She said warily.

It was too bad we could only cite him for breaking and entering. We would’ve been able to get him on destruction of property, too, if I’d let him finish.

However, at the time I was only thinking about one thing. Hindsight was 20-20 and all that bullshit.

“Do you want to press charges?” The captain asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes!” She blurted. “I do.”

Loki took the embarrassed Paul out of Viddy’s apartment. He’d be out by tomorrow morning. For tonight, though, he was going to be in jail. Tomorrow I’d worry about the rest.

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