“Well, get showered up. You need to be ready in fifteen,” Chase grunts as he starts pushing empty bottles out of his way to sit on the couch.
“Jesus, it smells like you were taking a bath in those bottles,” Dale grouches, following behind me as I make my way to the kitchen.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask as he pushes past me and stands in front of the kitchen entrance.
“Shower’s that way, dickhead.” He points to the opposite direction of where I want to go.
“Shower for what? And get the fuck out of my house. I need to call the cops or something,” I say as I try to squeeze past him.
Arm pushing on my chest, he shakes his head. “Wrong way again, Emmett.”
“No, this is the right way. That’s where all my drinks are,” I growl out in irritation.
I’m really starting to get pissed off that these fuckers are acting like they know what I need to be doing.
“Chase, come here a moment. We need to have a talk with Emmett,” Dale shouts out.
“Fuck Chase, the big, stupid ass pussy. Get the hell out of my way!” I shout as I try to manhandle Dale out of the way.
And fuck…
A big meaty arm wraps around my throat as Dale smirks at me.
“Big what?” Chase asks as he starts to drag me away from the kitchen.
“Pussy!” I warble out as I try to pry his arms away from my breathing passage.
“Nah, brother, that’s not the right word for the day. I think friend would be a better name to call me.”
“Let me the fuck go,” I shout and try to slam the heel of my foot into his shoe, but since the asshole is wearing some thick-ass shoes it doesn’t have the desired effect.
“Now, now, Emmett, there’s two ways to do this. You either get into the shower and clean your fucking shit up or I have Dale run you a bath.”
It’s amazing to me that for all the my struggling and fighting, I’m still being slowly dragged back toward my bathroom.
“Why the fuck would he run me a bath?”
“Because I sure as shit ain’t standing in the shower when I scrub the fucking alcohol off your fucking body.”
Chase grunts as I slam an elbow into his ribs.
Finally achieving the desired effect, I drop beneath his arms and move toward Dale. The only problem is Dale’s grin has gotten even bigger.
Shit, that’s probably not good. Especially since I don’t hear Chase coming after me.
Watching Dale step out of my way with a malicious grin, I turn around the corner only to come face to face with Bear.
“Motherfucker,” I groan.
Silent as ever, Bear just crosses his arms and nods his head.
Turning around, I look at Dale. “What the fuck is this all about?”
“We’ve got a tournament starting up this morning for—" he says, but I don’t hear anything else after that.
It’s like a static sound is filling my brain as I lean into the wall. I watch Bear’s lips move, but I don’t hear anything.
When he finally finishes speaking, I wait a few moments for my head to clear as he just stares at me.