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The next day I found myself at the movie theater with a room
full of screaming children excited to see the newest Disney movie.
I wasn’t a fan of animated movies.
I also wasn’t a fan of theaters.
But I’d do just about anything for my daughter, even sit in
a theater with kids who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.
Didn’t these parents know how to tell their kids to be
quiet?
Surely they wouldn’t let them do that throughout the entire
movie…right?
But when thirty minutes went by and the couple in front of
us continued to let their kids fight and run around the entire fucking theater,
I was about out of tolerance.
I hadn’t realized that anybody could be so rude.
I’d just about made my mind up to say something when a big
man, two rows in front of us, stood and walked down the aisle.
He walked calmly up the main row; I thought that he was just
going to the restroom, but he stopped on the row that the parents were busy
playing on their phones.
Sounds and all.
“’Scuse me,” a familiar voice rumbled.
The cop.
What was his name?
Luke?
Yeah, that was it.
Luke Roberts.
He had to be seeing the movie with his daughter, because why
the hell else would a man like him be watching a Disney movie?
“Sir, ma’am. I’m
going to have to ask you to make your children behave, or I’ll have to ask you
to leave,” Luke said softly.
I wanted to stand up and applaud. Would that be rude?
Rowen didn’t even notice, being on the other side of
me. She was enraptured with the fat
blobby robot on the screen, not bothered in the least by the kids, nor the man.
Turning my face away from my child, I watched as the asshole
father stood up, bowing up his chest.
The man was big, I’ll give him that. But he wasn’t the same caliber as Luke.
The two were like night and day.
Where Luke was fit, the man was large. Where Luke was intimidating and
authoritative, the man came off as a jerk who used his size to get his way.
A particularly bright part in the movie lit the theater,
showing me Luke’s amusement at the man’s show of attempted intimidation.
When the man got up and got face to face with Luke, I turned
in my seat more fully to get the full effect, tossing a piece of popcorn into
my mouth in excitement.
Now this was what I was talking about. I was an action kind of girl. I didn’t like movies where there was nothing
exploding and no shirtless guys.
Now the scene in front of me I knew wasn’t going to escalate
much past raised voices, but it was better than nothing.
“Listen here, boy. I’ll have you know that I paid for my
tickets just like the rest of these folks.
I want to sit here and enjoy the movie,” the man yelled.
“You want to enjoy the movie? How about you tell those,” he pointed to the
kids. “To sit down.”
The man’s two fighting kids slipped in between the seat and
Luke’s legs.
Then Luke lost his patience.
“Sit.”
They followed direction instantly, sitting down and staring
at the movie with quivering chins.
It was as if that was the first time they’d ever heard a
reprimand before; although, it probably was.
The mother stood in outrage, but Luke’s glare had her
quickly sitting down.
Which caused me to snicker, making Luke’s eyes turn toward
me.
His glare showed me he wasn’t as amused as I was, but he
winked at me, eyes flicking down to Rowen before he turned back to the man in
front of him.
Who was absolutely livid.
“I’m going to call the cops on you,” the man snarled.
Luke’s lips tilted up into a slow grin. “Go on, make my day.”
Turns out that the man didn’t have to, because in the next
moment the show was stopped, the lights turned on, and two cops came striding
down the theater’s main aisle.
They were in uniform.
Just not the standard black uniform with yellow writing that
most cops wore. These men wore black
cargo-type pants, a black shirt with KPD on it in large yellow letters.
Large gun belts were strapped around their waists. They had a walkie talkie that was strapped on
to the belt that had a wire connected to a hand held device that clipped to
their shoulders.
Their badges, worn around their necks, were big, gold, and
shiny.
The taller of the two was a red head.
Big and brawny.
I bet he could pull off a kilt very nicely. I could visualize him perfectly playing a bag
pipe and his kilt floating up to reveal his nicely muscled ass.
He had a beard, as did the other man. Must be a thing, because now that I thought
about it, Luke did, too.
The other man was Mexican American. He was tall, but only about six foot or
so. His eyes were dark, taking in the
theater in a quick efficient way that only someone that was experienced would.
I’d found that since I’d started being in the presence of my
sister’s boyfriend’s motorcycle club, The Dixie Wardens, that all of those men
took in a room much the same way.
Most of them had military backgrounds, and quite a few were
cops. There was just a certain aura
about them that fairly screamed ‘Cop!’
They passed my row, both of them looking at me before
dismissing me completely, eyes on the scene in front of us.
“Well, the police are here,” Luke drawled. “What now?”
By now the man had the attention of the entire theater,
instead of the back four rows, and you could tell he was losing steam.
He knew he was in the wrong.
“It’s time to go, woman.
We’re getting our money back for this shit. Fucking cocksuckers,” the man growled,
grabbing his wife’s arm and forcing her to stand.
The kids followed nicely, slipping out of the theater as
quickly as they could manage.
“Downy, follow them to make sure they actually leave without
causing any more trouble,” Luke sighed.
I blinked in surprise.
“What an asshole. He
ruined my movie,” Rowen exclaimed, drawing the attention of Luke and the other
officer.
My eyes closed, and my face heated. “Goddamn Tru.
I’m going to kick her ass.”
I said it softly, but when I opened my eyes, I realized that
both men had heard, somehow.
What, did they have
super hearing as well?
Luke smiled.
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