Chapter 68. Mandatory Meeting

ZHIVARGO

I taunted him. "After jumping over the table for me, since you're head over heels, you owe me a date."

"Go to hell in an easter basket, scum. and answer the following questions before I jump at you again and this time I won't miss."

"You promise, big daddy?"

He threw a coffee mug past me. I didn't flinch. I cocked my legs open, letting my bulge rest on my upper thigh. He was surely enjoying breaking my stuff like he bought it.

"I know why you're so emotional, cop. You suffer from shrimp-itis."

"What?"

"Shrimp dick," I implied, and he flipped the table over as my wings chopped it in half and slapped him in the face with two pieces of wood. My ex-girlfriend gave me that table.

"Sit, boo boo. Good dog," I told him.

He was in wolf form, in my home. "Chief, can I kill him?"

The Chief began to perspire. "No, and calm down. I'm taking over."

"But..."

The Chief silenced him with a glare. "Zhivargo...Gregorian J