Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Twelve - Bass

"All I'm saying is that he has a lot of fucking nerve saying that shit," Jet fumes, ripping open another package of gauze aggressively.

My eyes widen as I look to Brian, who stands with his arms crossed and eyes wide a few feet away. He looks between me and her, fear present on his face. Jet rips open another package and he flinches. Neither of us dares to say anything back.

What? Like I said, Jet is fucking scary when she's mad.

She pours saline all over the wad of gauze in her hand and grabs my hand in hers, pressing the gauze to my bloody knuckles repetitively to clean them. I curse in pain, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows and a look of desperation.

"Mother fucker calling me fat acting like we don't see his fuckin beer belly and boobs that jiggle when he laughs..." she mutters, pressing on my knuckles harder. I bite my tongue so I don't scream out in pain, holding my breath in my chest. "Calling me infertile... he can't even pop a fuckin' woody at the ripe age of 32! Thirty-fuckin-two!!!" she thunders, finishing cleaning my knuckles. She throws the bloody wad of soaked gauze into the trash can in the corner and actually makes it for once.

I look back to Brian, who slowly backs his way out of the room. I mouth the word "help" and he shakes his head no, escaping a bit quicker.

"Brian, where the fuck is the fucking bactroban in here?!" she rages, digging through his medic bag.

Brian stops mid-step, his eyes widening so far that it looks like they might just pop out of his head, "Uuhhhhh...."

"Fucking men never keeping fucking shit organized," she mutters, throwing packages to the side. "Oh, don't worry, the woman will find it, it's fine!" she gleams sarcastically, her right eye twitching.

I gulp nervously.

The door to the supply room in the Roosevelt is thrown open, Austin appearing with shot glasses in his hands and a stupid smile on his face.

"Ah! Oh! Jet! Look! Look! Austin brought shots!" I cheer desperately, motioning toward Austin. "Jet! Tequila!"
"I don't need tequila, I need to punch Tony in his stupid-fucking-face!" she roars, slamming a tube down on the metal table.
Austin's smile falls as his eyes widen, regret overtaking his face as he glances between Jet, Brian, and myself. "This seems like a bad time, so I'm just gonna go-" Austin starts.
"No!" Jet, Brian, and I yell in unison.
Austin's eyes widen more as he pales, "... okay?"
"Give me that shit!" Jet demands, holding her hand out.

He hands her one of the shots, which she downs instantly, putting her hand back out. He hands her another one hesitantly, watching in awe as she downs this one just as easily. Oh boy. She sticks her hand out again and he complies, again watching in either horror or awe (honestly, not sure which one) as she slams it back without flinching. She sticks her hand out again and he shakes his head.

"Austin, give me that fuckin' shot!" she yells.
"You should probably drink some water and slow down," he suggests, smiling at her innocently. I made a cutting motion with my hand at my neck, telling him to shut the fuck up. He just looks at me confused.

This isn't going to end well.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what to fucking do with my body?!" she shouts, slamming the things in her hands down on the metal table and facing him.

Yep. There it is.

"Uh... uh..." he scrambles, backing away from her as his eyes widen even further, his grip tightening around the shot glass as you can practically see him shit his pants.
"What, just cause you have a penis you think you can tell me what to fuckin' do?!" she rages.
"No, I jus-"
"I didn't ask you! Give me that shit!" she screams, putting her hand back out.
"Just give her the shot, man," I urge him in a pinched voice, not wanting to watch my wife rip off the head of the best recruit I've got.