"I'm telling you, bruh, I'm the master at the shooting range" Craig boasts smugly. "Tell im', Colton" he says nudging my brother in law, with his elbow.
"He's the master at the shooting range" Colton deadpans.
"See" Craig grins.
"I can't wait to see this mastery in action" I say with a straight face.
"Boy, you ain't chattin' shit again, are ya?" Saint asks as comes over to us.
Craig scowls at Saint. "Ain't chattin', if I'm telling the truth, Saint" he says smugly folding his arms.
"It's the biggest croc of shit I ever did hear" Saint chuckles.
"Take that back" Craig growls.
"No" saint says smugly.
"Take it back, now" Craig growls and takes out his phone. "Or I'll call mama"
"You can't call my woman" saint growls.
Craig arches his eyebrow as he pushes a button and the phone begins to ring. "Brit" Kathy's happy voice comes through the line.
"Hey, mama" Craig croons all the while saint is full on glaring at Craig. "So, I'm here at the shooting range with the lads"
"Oh, you show them who's boss, honey" Kathy says through the speakers.
"Yeah, I'm the master here" Craig says smugly looking at Saint.
The vein in Saints temple looks like it's gonna pop any second. "Woman, stop giving the lad a bigger head than he's already got" saint growls. "The boy nearly shot his little pecker off the last time he held a gun, try'na act all gangsta and shit"
Craig gasps, and I mean full on, girl shock gasps as I hear Colton mutters Oh, fuck...
"You fucking promised" Craig growls stomping away, ignoring a pleading Kathy through the phone.
"You gone and done it now, pops" Colton chuckles, slapping his dad across the back.
"Fuck" Saint mutters to the sky.
Suddenly his phone starts to ring and his face pales. "Fuuuuuck" he groans loudly. "Heeeey, precious—"
"Don't you hey precious me, Michael Saint" Kathy growls through the speaker. "What did I tell you to do whilst you were there at that goddamn shooting range?"
"To be nice to Craig" Saint mutters.
"And?" Kathy growls.
"And—" Saint says lowly before he catches me and Colton listening in. "Fuck off" he mouths before walking away to talk to Kathy some more.
Colton chuckles. "Oh, dads in shit street"
"No fucking doubt" I chuckle as we watch saint look to sky as if he's praying for help or some shit. "So, was it true about Craig?" I ask Colton.
"That he nearly shot his cock off?" Colton guesses and starts to chuckle his arse off. "Yeah, man, the fucker was try'na be like Eminem in 8 mile—fucker was lucky"
"Only Craig, Eh?" I laugh.
"Fucking little bastard" saint growls as he comes over to us once more. "Where is he?" he asks us.
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Luke & His Runaway Love (Book Two Of The "And His" Series) (WIP)
Romance**READ SAINT & HIS HAPPILY EVER AFTER FIRST** You should believe that whoever is meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, regardless of how far they wander. Luke: I've always wanted to be a police officer, ever since I was a...
