175 - Tres Leches
*God save the bastard that gets on the wrong side of the momma bears in the Uittenbroek family. I’m pretty sure that they would recreate that scene in the Fried Tomato movie. It will be hog boiling time. – Boar, Sid’s father*
The taco dinner was good with both food and company. William had gone back to Arkansas, promising to return if there were any additional issues. This fact made dinner better all around.
Dutch had driven back to the house and Camille had sat in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. He did not think that she ever actually slept, but she was able to relax enough that she no longer looked like she was going to collapse in sleep.
As the Tres Leches cake was served, Nicki fell silent. Watching her play with the fruit and icing, Celt threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He kissed the top of her head, and she laid her head on his chest.
“What’s bothering you?”
A tear slipped down her dark cheek as she softly whispered, “What if they make us go live with her?”
“They won’t,” Celt assured her.
Dutch chuckled as he wiped his mouth. He took a drink of his coffee and then looked at his niece over the mug. Smiling he asked her, “Have you ever heard about your Momma C and the gun range behind Gator’s clubhouse?”
“Does this story have anything to do with why your father sent you down here?” Celt asked.
“I am under strict orders *not to leave without securing all firearms in the trunk of that piss ant car,” Dutch motioned towards the front of the house where his rented sedan sat. “I am to secure them in the portable gun safe in the trunk and lock the keys in the small lockbox and keep it in the passenger seat with the key to that in my suitcase in the trunk.”
Celt cocked an eyebrow, “Werewolf?”
“Yup.”
“What happened at the gun range?” Mitch asked.
“I was a little upset,” Camille said as she stood up and started to clear the table.
“Sit down,” Dutch told his sister. “Celt and I will get the dishes.” He grinned, “After story time.”
“Is there anything that I should not hear?” Celt asked.
“Nah,” Dutch shook his head. Looking at Camille, he told her, “You may have to correct a few things because the majority of your, umm, anger management session, I was hiding around the corner.”
Camile sat back down and sighed. “Okay, so I was upset, and really fucking horny. Poppa Zy and the Cajuns were pissing me off. Gator had finally learned that I did not need to be protected like a little wimpy girl. The only time that I needed someone to protect me was when I would have an episode and that’s what I have Tink for.”
She took a drink of her water and then fidgeted with her silver and black diamond engagement ring. “I found out that there were several brothers, in fact, nearly all of them, were reporting back to the Saints presidents and brothers of what Darkness and I were doing. Or not doing. I wanted them the hell out of my lack of a sex life.”
“What did you do?” Nicki asked quietly.
“I emptied a clip into the target.”
“Three clips, three targets,” Darkness clarified. “One clip for each target.”
“From what I saw of the one remaining target, they were a hell of a grouping. And when my darling sister is mad, she shoots the balls off targets. She has not shot them off a man yet, but Darkness, all my brothers-in-law sleep with at least one eye open.”
“It’s a good thing that I don’t sleep,” he leaned over and kissed his wife. “I love you.”
Smirking, she reminded him, “You still sleep more than I do. It’s a good thing that I still love you.”
Dutch chuckled, “Better you than me, brother. Your moeder gives this impassioned speech telling them to get the fuck out of her sex life. Then some idiot –“
“Peanut,” Camile and Darkness said at the same time.
“Then *Peanut shows his stupidity and tells her that it would be more intimidating if she hit the targets. And she’s like,” he makes a dismissive motion, “bish, please, I hit where I was aiming.”
“I tossed a throwing knife at the target and buried it at the crotch.”
“The target that Peanut was standing next to,” Darkness linked their fingers and lifted her hand to his lips. “She gives a warning to the old ladies and then goes inside.”
“So, me, Werewolf and Spider are all around the corner watching from a safe distance. And where we can dive for cover if needed. Spider, for all his faults and quirks, is actually a smart man. He’s like, hey, does she have any of her hunting rifles.”
Darkness chuckled, “She did.”
“Still do,” she grinned.
“Next thing we know, she’s on the back balcony and shoots two of the targets. Shot the one next to Mr. Peanut.”
“It’s just Peanut,” Darkness smirked. “Don’t make his ego any bigger.”
“Gator is like, Cher,” with a confused look, he asks Darkness, “does he really like the singer?”
“Who doesn’t like Cher?” Darkness asked. “Cher is how we say little girl down here.”
“Kind of like Nessie and lass,” Camille explained.
“Okay, I can rock that. Gator is all, Cher you’ve made your point.”
Celt shook his head as he chuckled, “She is not done making her point. Your momma C makes a point, you will know when she’s done. No doubt about it.”
“You ever see what a 50 cal can do?” Dutch asked his niece and nephew.
They both answered in the negative as they shook their heads.
“We’ll take it out to the gun range and let you fire it,” Camille told them.
“I want to fire the 50 cal,” Celt admitted.
“That can probably be arranged,” Camille smiled at him.
“I still have to take it with me when I leave.”
“Camille, it’s best if they are not in the house in case Dominique does get the state to open a case.” Celt advised, “That goes for all your firearms and throwing knives. You want the least amount of things that can count against you.”
With a sigh, she nods, “Okay. I don’t like it. I would prefer to have a gun or something.”
“I know, you're our mother’s child,” Dutch smiled at her. “It’s only temporary.”
“What do I do with the gun safe?”
“Store your laptops in it, put all your documents and work contracts in it.” Celt suggested. “It’s fireproofed and will protect everything you put in it.”
“Okay,” Camille agreed. Tink placed his head in her lap and whimpered.
“Santa is standing next to a target, and it basically disappears. The man never flinched.”
“Never,” Darkness agreed with his brother-in-law. “Just lit a cigar.”
“Darkness, this is the only time I am ever going to say this, because I honestly do not want to know what goes on in your room, take my sister to bed.”
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