Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 31

Grant

"Did one of them just go down to fight it in single combat?"

"Yep, this is hysterical. He might even survive."

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" to be honest, there aren't a lot of GOOD reasons my EX-husband and son are sitting on top of a parking garage, in deck chairs, in swim suits, watching the bay through binoculars.

"Oh, hi sweetheart you're back—"

"Why the fuck did your brother call me saying I need to come home and manage you?" I ask, folding my arms, refusing to be charmed out of my annoyance.

"Well, I'm clearly not doing anything---" Luke says, wrapping his arms around me. He's decently taller and stronger than me so I couldn't get away if I wanted to. Not that I want to. "I'm glad you're home though. I miss you and I love you madly."

"Who are you trying to kill?" I ask, worming out of his hug as he tries to kiss my neck, to go and pick up his pair of binoculars.

"It's just a game, Dad," Beckham groans.

"Murder is not a game."

"It's not murder. It's dramatically inconveniencing someone until they actively lose their mind," Luke says, self righteously.

"Whom??" the boats are mostly quiet. Except for one where a man and two kids who do not look related to him who are making spears out of pieces of wood.

"No one," Luke says, completely innocently.

"Beckham," I growl.

"It's just for fun, Dad."

"We do not torment people for fun," I growl, still watching why would they be making spears? "WHY IS THERE A CROCODILE ON THAT BOAT?"

"I don't know maybe they were smuggling it maybe they're actually criminals maybe you could give me the benefit of the doubt once---"

"WHY????????? IT'S LITERALLY ALWAYS YOUR FAULT!!!!!!!"

"It is not you see that's what's wrong with our relationship---"

"WHAT I BLAME YOU FOR THINGS YOU'RE CLEARLY DOING???? AND THEN REFUSE TO ACCEPT YOUR BULLSHIT EXCUSES?????"

"Yes exactly that—"

"Lucas Henry Rhea."

"Okay fine, it won't eat anyone, today, probably---oh look it's dead. Would you look at that?"

"What---because a twelve year old speared it???" a spear is sticking out of the monsters head as a small shirtless boy drags it up on deck and gestures emphatically to another boy who looks like he's having a panic attack.

"He's a junior, he's above me in band," Beckham says.

"Why the fuck would you sic a crocodile on people??? Are you that bored?"

"I am maintaining I didn't do that—,"

"Is that that YouTuber?" I ask, trying to focus on the only adult on the boat.

"What? Really? I wouldn't know. I don't watch YouTube. I have an actual job."

"Tormenting innocent boaters?"

"Now if you've pissed me off, you're not innocent anymore, are you?" Luke asks innocently.

"How did he piss you off?"

"Oh, I'm speaking hypothetically. I admit to nothing."

"I'm done—Beckham get your father we're going home," I say, shaking my head and walking away.

"You're no fun, Dad," Beckham says.

"Yeah sorry you can torture people with your dad next time I make the mistake of leaving either of you alone," I growl. "Are there words to describe what is wrong with you?"