Mr. and Mrs. Black

Chapter Eight

|Ranger|

    Delicious aromas coming from the kitchen had me standing from my spot in the living room and walking slowly towards the kitchen. I stood in the doorway of the spacious kitchen and watched as Abigail leaned over the stove to stir a red sauce before giving it a small taste.

My eyes wandered down to her ass without my consent and I watched it shift with her every move. I brought my eyes up and watched as she took a tortilla and dipped it in the sauce. The kitchen looked a mess, but the smells coming from it made up for it all.
Abigail's phone rang from the counter beside her and she wiped her hands on her grey tanktop to answer it.

"You got anything, Ig? Really? Who? Do they know who's running it? Dammit, okay thanks for the information. No, I'm not asking him for anything. I'm done with him. Thanks for everything, Ig." She ended the call and placed her phone back down then continued cooking.
She was running something by herself. Someone was giving her information and she was holding out on it.

"You do know that we're supposed to be working on this together, don't you?" My voice cut through the kitchen and I saw her movements still before she continued on.

"I'm just scum remember? I'm 'what's wrong with this world', remember? You don't want to work with me so you don't have to. I can work just fine by myself." She stated calmly but her words had knives woven through them.
"Abigail, I'm sorry, okay?" I began. "It was wrong for me to say that, I know that now. I'm just an idiot."

"A feo idiot." She grumbled.

"Well, I don't know about the feo part, but I am an idiot." I said and walked further into the kitchen.

"Muy feo." She muttered under her breath and I felt the corner of my lips twitch up with a faint smile.

"Come on, you can't call this ugly." I said and gestured down to my body despite her back facing me. "It did get you pregnant after all, Mrs. Black." I saw her back stiffen and then she continued cooking.

"It's called water pumped into a damn suit, dumbass." She corrected.

"We could enjoy the pleasures of matrimony together?" I suggested wickedly. I knew it was making her uncomfortable and I found it entertaining.

"Too ugly, besides you're starting to grow a beard." She said nonchalantly. I rubbed my stubble with my hand. It was stubble not a beard, but it was starting to grow thicker and darker.
I stepped closer and watched her roll the blood red tortillas that seemed to be stuffed with something and place them in a platter. It smelled good, but it didn't look appealing.

"What are you cooking?" I asked.

"Enchiladas." She answered simply. They didn't look like enchiladas.

"They're traditional, not that American knock off shit." She replied and I realized I had spoken out loud.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to." She said as she lifted the platter and went to turn around. Her bump bumped my lower stomach and she grunted.

"Watch it." She said and walked towards the dinner table in the corner to set the platter down. She put her hand on her back and arched her back causing it to pop and her fake belly to protrude out further.

"Ah, that's better. That damn thing makes me feel like a real pregnant woman. Back aches and all." She complained and went to pull out plates from the cupboard.

"I could give you a back rub if you want?" I suggested with a suggestive smirk.

"No, if I want one I'll just get it from that hot neighbor." She said and placed down two plates and forks on the table before sitting down.

"Frank?" I burst out into laughter. She said I was ugly and didn't want me to rub her back, yet she would let Frank touch her?

"Hell no." She replied and placed two enchiladas on her plate."Jake from next door. He's got a very nice six pack." My smirk fell. Jake? Who the f.uck was Jake?

"Jake?" I questioned and sat down at the table. She nodded as she ate her food.

"I have a nice six pack." I said with offence. I worked damn hard on it too and every female couldn't keep their hands off of it.

"Too hairy." Abigail said bluntly. Hairy?! It was called a f.ucking happy trail and females loved it.

"What if this Jake guy is running with Cortez?" I asked.

"Na, he's too nice...and sexy." She replied and continued eating.

"When do you talk to this Jake?" I asked and placed an enchilada on my plate.

"When I go walking. Are you jealous, hubby?" She smirked and stuffed her face again.

"No. You're not my type." I say truthfully. She was attractive, in a sense, but we were complete opposites.

"Likewise." She said through a mouthful of food. I shook my head slightly at cut off a small piece of the enchilada before tasting it. Holy shit. I'd probably end up with a clogged artery from all of the grease, but it would have been worth it.

"This is amazing." I say and place a bigger piece in my mouth.

"Pretty good for being made from trash." She stabbed me with her words.

"I really am sorry." I apologized again and watched as Abigail gave a carefree shrug.

"I've been called worse." She brushed off and continued eating.

"So, uh," I cleared my throat,"are you going to tell me who that was on the phone and what they told you."

"Ig." She said simply and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "His name is Ignacio. I used to be in the same gang with him. I asked him for a favor and he told me a few things."

"Like?" I asked further. She sat down her fork and swallowed her food.

"Cortez is in the city and someone in this neighborhood is being a stashing and taxi service for his drugs." She answered. Briggs was right.

"How did your friend know this?"

"That's classified information, Agent Evans." She replied and stuffed her face with more food.

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