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“What do you mean? When I left you guys were bringing in a few drunks and seemed to have it under control.”

“That rookie, Bronson, forget to pat down the biggest asshole of the bunch. He had a set of brass fucking knuckles on him.”

“What?” Tommy asked as he stepped forward and Vic turned toward him. Vic’s entire right cheek was swollen and bruised.

“Oh, fuck. That looks bad. Did it hurt?”

“What the fuck do you think? The worst part was that the shithead took a swing at BJ and BJ ducked. Guess who was behind him trying to hold up one major fucking intoxicated asshole?”

“Damn. What did they do to the guy after he hit you?”

“That wasn’t it. The fucking guy was on something. He started swinging like a lunatic. BJ took a nice hit to the shoulder and the rookie got knocked out.”

“No? Damn, I should have stayed, but BJ told me you guys had it covered.”

Vic gave a look. “Like having you there would have prevented this? The fucking guy was psycho.”

“Who finally stopped him?”

“I did. I tackled the asshole to the ground and took a few extra shots for his cheap shot. Got him cuffed and realized he needed stitches. So that led to a more complicated police report which BJ offered to handle. He kind of felt responsible for allowing the rookie to stay longer instead of you. Bad judgment.”

“So, you decided to hide out in here so Elise wouldn’t see your face?” Tommy asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Sort of. I wasn’t sure how she would handle it.”

“You need ice, brother.”

“I know I do.

“Tommy?” Elise called, and Vic shook his head.

“Down here.”

“What the hell, Tommy?”

“You won’t be able to hide it from her. She missed you and couldn’t wait for you to join us in the shower.”

“Really?” he asked with a smile just as Elise wrapped her arms around Tommy and hugged him from behind.

“Look who’s home.”

Elise came around his side and looked at Vic.

“Hey, when did you get here? Oh my God! What happened?” She hurried to him, and he grabbed her around the waist and hugged her tight.

Tommy smiled at the sight of her wearing Vic’s T-Shirt. She must have rummaged through the drawers looking for something of his.

“It’s okay, baby. Just a bit of a situation at the department.”

“Let me see. Tell me how it happened. Does it hurt? Duh, of course it does. You need ice. Come on.” She took his hand and started pulling him when he stopped her.

“Ice later. Right now I need you.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Vic lifted her up. In doing so, Tommy could see her bare ass as the shirt lifted to her waist.

“Fuck, she’s got a great ass,” Tommy stated.


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