Page 55 of The Champion
He had no answer for me. No answer I was amused with atleast.
When we finally made it home to Elma, it was both arelief and yet another clusterfuck.
We had picked up Axel from Alley and Spencer’s apartmenton Tuesday night. Jameson had to fly out Wednesday morning for Vegas so I hadto hurry and pack everything Axel and I would need for the next week so wecould go with him.
It was a great plan but as I was standing in the garagegetting ready to open the door to go into the kitchen I heard noises and avoice coming from inside the house.
Retrieving our bags from the back of the Expedition,Jameson walked up to me holding the bags and smiled down at Axel. “Open thedoor, honey.”
“There’s someone in there.” I whispered, watchful.
“What?” he asked, his brow furrowing in uncertainty.
We’d been through so much on our honeymoon it was hard tobelieve anything else could possibly go wrong.
“I hear voices in there.” I told him removing Axel fromhis car seat. “What should we do?”
“Uh...grab thetire iron out of the Expedition.” he put on his manly protective face. “I’llcall Van.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s in his apartment, I think.”
I then went into protective Mama Wizard mode and hunchedover Axel.
Jameson slowly moved inside the house, with the tire ironin hand.
Van was there in seconds, holding a gun.
“Where’d that come from?” I asked eyeing the blackhandgun.
“I always carry a gun Ms. Sway.” Van offered nervoussmile.
“What iftheyhave a gun?”
“Run,” Jameson said over his shoulder as if I was stupidfor even asking this.
The thought that someone might possibly be inside my homewith a gun made my blood run cold. I would kill anyone that would harm mylittle flailing spaz.
When we made our way inside the laundry room we couldhear the voices coming from what appeared to be the family room. Van motionedfor Jameson to stay with us as he made his way through the kitchen.
We didn’t stay—we followed closely behind our badass NavySeal.
“What are you two...nevermind...just stay behind me.”
All four of us slowly shuffled throughout our gigantichouse, room by room, as we carried the flailing spaz with us.
Axel, who usually remained fairly quiet, chose that exactmoment to start cooing at his daddy.
We heard glass breaking and then a women’s voice said,“Oh shit...pick that up.”
I knew right then who that was.
Jameson looked over his shoulder at me, glaring. “I’llfucking kill her if she has my underwear!”
Van spun around to face us his brown eyes dark andcontemplating. “Do you know who it is?”
“Dana...that’sDana’s voice,”
