"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking."
Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
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When they were a town away, Lane had Axel pull over to grab dinner at a fast-food restaurant called Johnny's Ranch. The aroma of the food fills the car as Axel drives towards the mansion.
Katie clicks her tongue as she stares down at the two kittens in her lap. The black kitten hangs on unsteady to her skirt while the fluffy, white kitten hangs onto her skirt. Their cries of hunger fill the air, breaking the blonde's heart.
"Aww!" Her heart melts as the two kittens continuously cry out. She speaks to them in a baby tone of voice. "I know, I know! You're hungry. I'll get you some milk when we get home."
Lane shakes his head in annoyance, rolling his eyes every time a kitten cries. Axel smiles softly at the sound of the feline babies.
"Miss Fairfield, what are you going to call them?" Axel asks with a warm smile.
Lane rolls his eyes once again, crossing his legs. "Dog chow and Pisser."
Katie's eyes widen, she gasps loudly in horror. "Lane! Please, no!"
"I'm kidding! Learn to take a damn joke, will ya?" Lane looks over at the two kittens in disgust, "I don't know what's worse, dogs or cats."
"Cats catch mice." Katie comments, "And you don't have to give them baths unless they're outside cats."
"Yeah, they lick their own ass." Axel adds.
Lane heavily sighs. He reaches over and picks the black kitten up by the skin on back of its neck. The small kitten cries out as it is lifted into the air. The crime lord holds the kitten out in front of him at eyes level. The kitten loudly cries, wiggling. Lane arches his brow.
"You do realize that we can't keep those mangy mutts if we have these two filthy rats." Lane continues to stare at the black kitten as it wiggles in his grasp, crying out.
Lane lowers the kitten down onto the leather seat in between them. He arches his brows high, the creases on his forehead deep. Katie winces at his exclamation.
"Cassie picked up the last one." The blonde explains, "He's really pretty! He's got spots all over him like a leopard."
Lane closes his eyes. "Oh, God..."
"Oh, no! He's not a leopard. He just has spots like one." Katie grins happily, stroking the white kittens fluffy fur. "I've seen cats like him."
Lane feels the sharp, needle like prick of the black kittens claws. He winces, his hand flying down to the baby cat that is trying to crawl onto his pants. Lane picks the black kitten up by its middle with his right thumb and middle finger. The crime lord glares at the kitten in annoyance. He looks down at the kittens sex, seeing the testis that makes the kitten a male.
