When I got home I was immediately dragged back outside by the ear by Nicki, not the most pleasant experience I've had with her.
"Ow ow ow ow! Stop!" I said, getting her to let go, I rubbed my ear and was about to yell when I saw the worry in her eyes, "What's up with you?"
"Where were you?"
"The Alamo Plaza, why?"
"When Jade and I went out for a walk around the house we saw you drive off and saw two wolves following you, I assumed the worst and got worried."
"I'm guessing Jade did something to distract you, that made her wait a few hours before calling me about it?" I said, making her blush and mumble a 'shut up' under her breath, and pulled her into a hug "I'm Satan's spawn, Nicki, I'm not goin' to get overrun by a pack of mutts anytime soon."
"Just be careful, alright, we care about you."
"Oh shut it, ya sap," I said and walked back towards the door to the house, she followed behind me and I walked towards to kitchen. When I got to the kitchen I pulled out a couple of sodas and gave her one of them, then walked towards my room, passing Johnny and Derek's room on the way, only to hear noises that would make a BDSM porn star faint. When I got to my room I saw Jack passed out on the bed and hugging a pillow, I laid down on the other side and passed out immediately.
In hell, Jack was playing with Jameson, throwing bones for him to fetch and scratching behind his ears every once in a while. I walked over and handed him a beer, and set a bowl full of gasoline in front of Jameson, who started drinking it immediately. I grabbed the bone that Jack was about to throw and got an idea, I threw it towards satans castle, it went so far that it rang the big bell at the top. Funnily enough, Jameson still ran after the bone, I like to imagine that the only thing running through his head when he did that was "Bone! Bone! Bone!", which is exactly what goes through Derek's head when he sees Johnny without a shirt on...or in leggings, not that I could blame him, the boy looked good in them, and he showed me how comfy they were.
"How's your day off, Jake?"
"Not bad, Jack a boy, not bad at all. How's Jamey doing?"
"He's been good," He said as Jameson came running back "That was fast." I grabbed the bone from Jameson's mouth and waved it in front of him, making him wag his tail and follow the bone with his eyes.
"Ya want it boy? Ya want it? Go get it!" I said, throwing the bone as far as I could, he chased after it, leaving us to stay and chat.
"So, we got one week until you turn twenty-one, and five days until the heist...anything you wanna do in between the two?"
"I honestly haven't even figured out what I'm going to wear in the morning, you're asking the wrong guy about what someone wants to do between two big events."
"I'm asking you...it's your life, what do you feel like doing?"
"I don't fuckin' know," I said as Jameson came back and dropped the bone in front of me, I scratched him behind his ears before throwing the stick again, he ran off to go fetch it giving Jack time to voice what we were both thinking.
"How about, after Derek proposes, we slip out and go to a bar, and drink our way to a riot?" I laughed at his idea and after a bit, he joined in, we both liked drinking but he always wanted to go around and blow shit up afterward, sometimes fun but it was an expensive mess to clean, we loved our city too much to let them pay for it alone.
"How about we get a six pack of beer, and go to the fight club, have some fun there?"
"I like it, can I bring a big stick?"
"...Why not," I said laughing, Jameson ran back and dropped the bone in front of me to throw, Jack picked it up and threw it towards Satan's castle...only to hit Satan himself in the head, making us both laugh. He picked up the bone and snapped it in half, only for me to toss one to him and signaled to Jameson, who had a newfound interest in Satan's bone...pun intended. He turned around and threw the bone as far as he could, leaving Jameson to run off and fetch it.
"While amusing, I did not appreciate getting hit in the face by a bone."
"Sorry, Pal, I'll try aiming better next time."
"Not my balls either, asshat, besides, I only came up here to tell you that it's almost nine, you might want to get up."
"Booo, I don't want to wake up," Jack said as I tugged him towards the door, we walked in and found ourselves awake again in our bed. I got up and started getting dressed, leaving Jack to bitch and moan about not wanting to get up, and headed down to the main hall. Nicki and Jade were eating breakfast, Johnny was half asleep at the table, and Derek was talking to Ashley about something. Miguel walked back inside from the garage with oil all over his clothes, and his hands covered in grease and other shit.
"Wow Miguel, did you take a tumble through a car manufacturing plant?"
"Shut up, I'm working on the truck and came inside to get a drink," He said and I walked with him to the kitchen, grabbing a soda for myself, along with some food. I put a skillet on the stove and turned it on, placing half a pound of ground chuck and four eggs on the skillet, while they started cooking I sprinkled some spices, chili, onion, and garlic powder, along with salt and pepper, over the beef and broke it up into smaller chunks to make it easier to cook down. While it cooked I put an onion and bell pepper on a cutting board and started dicing them, and after a bit dumped them into the skillet, leaving it to cook.
"Making some food for me, bitch?" I heard from behind and saw Jade standing there with a smirk, I couldn't tell if I wanted to punch her or give her a high five, so I did both.
"Nah, you know you can't stand this, it's Proteinus Maximus," She stuck her tongue out and gagged, she hated this meal, something about too much cholesterol, not that I cared. I gave her a high five and when she hit my hand I punched her in the side with my other arm, she punched me back but neither of us winced, whoever winced first had to pay up twenty bucks, and I was not gonna pay her twenty bucks for a wince. That's when the timer went off, signaling that my food was ready, I grabbed a bag of tortillas and made three burritos out of the mixture. I grabbed a diet cola and met Jack at the gun range, gave him a burrito, then started devouring mine. One thing that Jack and I could agree upon, was that there is no better combination than beef and eggs, you can't physically beat it, it's impossible, so whenever we were home I'd make these kinds of burritos for us to eat for breakfast.
"You know, for a criminal overlord, you're an outstanding chef."
"Why thank you, good sir, would you like me to file that as a compliment or douchebaggery sarcasm?"
"Both, smart-ass," Jack said, finishing his burrito, and started up the range with his crossbow out, he was great with guns, but he always loved using crossbows.
"I have an idea, that'll help both of us."
"What?" Jack asked, as I pulled on my bandana and signaled for him to follow me, he got the message and we walked outside to the front of the house, we were both trained in combat, but what style varied greatly between the two of us. I learned krav maga, simply because it seemed to be one of the better martial arts for me, whereas Jack learned, and later perfected, a style of street fighting called la luz cegadora, meaning the blinding light, it was almost a perfect outplay of my style, striking from the shadows, luckily, we were on the same side, not opposites.
"Sparring?" Jack asked, setting his crossbow to the side, I nodded my head and we both put our bandana on, he took out a blade closer to the size of a scimitar, and I stuck with my butterfly knives, one in each hand. Flipping them out, Jack assumed a stance I knew far too well, and I assumed mine, this was going to be rough for both of us.