Join the Club (SWAT Generation 2.0 7)

“I hope that you spend a long, drawn-out life in prison,” I said. “I hope that every time you drop the soap, you’re reminded that you won’t ever be the same again. You’re reminded of this very instant where I said ‘I told you so.’”

Kerrie laughed weakly.

“You think that I’m done?” he asked. “I’m not. I’ll be out eventually.”

“Maybe,” I said. “Maybe not. But when that time comes, I know that my son has plenty of people he can depend on. I know that at some point you’ll not be paying attention. And when that time comes, I hope you look me in the eyes when I get to kill you.”

Kerrie’s lips turned into a sneer and he looked at the two cops that had followed me inside. I’m sure for my protection and not Kerrie’s.

“You heard her. She threatened to kill me,” he said to them. “That’s illegal. Arrest her.”

Uniformed officer number one ignored the statement. When I looked at him, he was studying the wall with an intentness that bordered on extreme.

He’d heard me all right. He was just going to ignore it.

Officer two was staring blankly at Kerrie. “I heard nothin’. I honestly didn’t even see anyone come in here.”

I laughed then, gave Kerrie a thumb up, and blew him a kiss. “Enjoy your life, Kerrie. Just know that your days are limited. I hope the ol’ penis never heals, though. Maybe you’ll get a wonderful case of crotch rot.”

With that, I left the room, this time heading in the opposite direction.

I knew where my sister was based solely on all of the SWAT officers mingling outside in the hallway.

This time, when Nico spotted me, he waved me in that direction. All the officers were jumpy, so even though it was more than obvious who I was, they were still hesitant to move.

When they moved to intercept me, Nico waved them off. “Let her in.”

I glared at the closest one, realizing that it was Saint.

“Move,” I snapped.

Saint raised his eyebrows at me in question but moved nonetheless.

The moment that I got my first look at my sister, I started to cry.

***

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

Dillan shot me an annoyed smile. “For the fifth time, yes.”

“God.” I pressed my hand against my face. “You could’ve been killed. I could’ve lost you.”

“I’m okay, Delanie Wanie.”

I looked at my sister, not even the move to tease her with our stupid nicknames could change the way seeing her like this made me feel.

“And you’re pregnant!” I cried. “How the hell did that happen?”

Booth snorted from the chair beside the hospital bed, and I pointed at him. “Shut up.”

He raised his hands and mimed zipping his lips.

I leaned my head against my sister’s shoulder.

“I found BBC today,” I said.

My sister started to shake in laughter. “Did you really have to put a squeaker in it?”

BBC, better known as Big Bad Cock, was a gag gift that I’d gotten my sister for Christmas three years ago.

I’d ordered it on Amazon when I realized that Amazon sold sex toys.

When I’d given it to her for Christmas, she’d nearly lost her shit.

Not because she was a prude of anything, but at just how gargantuan it was.

It was literally as big around as a four-by-four board, and about three-quarters as long as a yardstick.

It was literally the size of a sword.

A schlong sword.

And a little after Christmas, we’d started to hide it in unsuspecting places for the other to find.

It was a stupid game that we both thoroughly enjoyed for some sick reason.

For instance, today I’d found BBC in my dog kennels.

Actually, the only reason I’d found it was because I could hear a squeaking sound that had started to drive me insane.

When I’d examined the sound, I’d found that my sister had replaced one of the balls with one of those squeaker toys out of those fake plastic chickens that made that annoying whining sound when you squeezed them.

My sister had lined it up on the wall with the rake, shovels, and other various tools that I used in the kennels.

One of the dogs had found it while he was out there and had proceeded to chew on one testicle and make it squeak continuously.

It was hilarious.

And so going back to her tomorrow.

This time, I was going to hide it in plain sight.

We had a set of rules, though.

One, no matter how embarrassing it was when we found it, we didn’t throw it away.

Two, we never asked each other where it was. We had to find it on our own, even if it took six months to find it.

Three, keeping it private was encouraged, but not expressly prohibited.

And finally, four, we didn’t take it to the other’s place of business.

Though, that was more for Dillan than it was for me seeing as I worked out of the house.