I don't own some of these characters. I do own Mara, Katarina, Blue, and Tabby. The others are not mine at all.
A/N: mature content ahead. Not sure how you feel about female kats getting it on, but if you don't like it, skip the middle of the chapter.
2: Take Down
For some reason, Felina could not see her pride anymore without bringing Callie along. She suspected it had to do with showing off, but also with wanting to keep an eye on Callie. Nothing made her more anxious than whenever she sent Callie to work and she could not watch her to make sure some idiot did not try something stupid. If something happened to Callie, they would need every Enforcer on deck to stop her from slaughtering every single leainaphobe in the city.
So, she entered one of her pride's favorite dens with Callie attached to her hip. She was dressed in her usual torn blue jeans and t-shirt. It had been hard to convince Callie to leave the apartment when she saw her. One of the things that kept her working out harder than ever before, beyond the fact that she wanted to be able to crack heads if necessary was the way Callie looked at her. Callie never failed to want to jump her bones when she caught a glimpse of Felina's body.
And, now that she had finished with the captain's exam and passed, Felina would have more time to work out. The very thought made her tingle, mostly in places that should not tingle at the thought of working out. Callie would love it.
"Deputy Mayor. Captain," the bouncer greeted them as they went by. They never had to wait on lines in any part of the lion community, no matter what. No one ever complained either.
They gave a nod as a greeting. It was a little funny that everyone greeted Callie as "deputy mayor," even though she had been fired over a year ago. They respected Callie more now than ever before, though. She might as well have been the mayor for all lions considering how hard she fought for them, refusing to ever give an inch in any legal battle.
"Drinks first?" Felina proposed, pointing toward the crowded bar. Music from the club pulsed through her and she could not wait for her celebratory dance with Callie. Of course, the one they would have at home would be even better.
"Let's find your pride and then drinks," Callie answered, pushing close to Felina. Possibly to be heard or possibly just to feel Felina.
Felina nodded. Her pride could have easily been Callie's pride as well, but Callie had her own. That was good. Prides were supposed to be forged alone with different kats. No one needed to fight over who got the pride in a breakup and a couple should not complain or brag to the same pride about each other.
"Looking good, Deputy Mayor," Mara called out over the music as she climbed to her feet. Mara was always the one who spotted them first somehow. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was tall and had a good view of everywhere.
"Hey, stop checking out my queen," Felina growled and glared playfully at her pride sister. Mara rolled her emerald eyes.
Of course, Felina would not put it past Mara to check out Callie. Callie was dressed in a black skirt with a blush pink vest and just enough buttons left open for it to be scandalous. Both hugged her body, calling attention to her perfect form. Felina only had a problem when someone took the clothing as an invitation to touch.
"How a bum like you got such a cute queen will forever boggle my mind," Katarina remarked as she climbed to her feet.
Callie gave hugs to Mara and Katarina. Katarina's was longer, as Katarina would always have a special place in Callie's heart for giving them some place to stay during their long hell after their outing. Lastly, Callie turned to hug Blue, the last air force pilot amongst them. When Callie met them all, she expressed she thought Felina, Mara, Katarina, and Blue could have all been blood sisters, as they all had the same look to them.
Callie then exchanged air kisses with the two queens in the pride. First was Penelope, who Callie had not been happy to meet because Penelope had been sitting in Felina's lap at the time they were introduced. Now, Callie understood why Penelope was always pressed so close to her. Felina had not wanted to tell, feeling it was Penny's story, but Penelope did not want to cause any waves in the relationship.
Penelope had unfortunately been raped some years ago by a jackass who did not understand no meant no. Felina had met the poor dear when she was trying to make a report at Enforcer's headquarters and the bastard on duty at the time made it seem like Penelope had just been asking for it. Felina had put Penelope back together as best she could, but she never found the asshole who made Penelope so uncomfortable in her own skin.
Tabitha, also known as Tabby, was last in line. She and Callie were friends, having enough in common to speak with each other whenever everyone else in the pride was engaged with something else. Tabby knew what it was like to be a queen in a field dominated by tomkats, being a fierce stockbroker. Felina was still waiting to one day read in the newspaper that Tabby literally ripped a guy's throat out on the trading floor.
"Okay, before anything, we have to get a celebratory round for kat of the hour," Katarina announced and flagged down a waitress. "We need a pitcher of your best beer for the first female captain in Enforcer history!" She threw an arm around Felina and pulled her close.
The waitress blinked and then smiled at Felina. "First female captain, huh?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Just go get the drinks," Blue growled. "Her mate is sitting right here for fuck's sake."
The waitress squeaked when she noticed Callie. Callie just smiled at her and watched her scurry off. Felina chuckled to herself.
"You want cream instead, kit?" Felina asked, if only to get Callie's attention.
Callie shook her head. "No, no, no. I'm going to have what you guys are having. Cream can wait. Right now, it's your moment."
Felina smiled. They were out to celebrate her passing the captain's exam. She had meant to just tell Callie, so they could celebrate privately first, but their old air force captain, Amelia Thompson, had found out almost as soon as she did. The good captain made sure to tell her pride sisters and, well, now they were celebrating in a decent den. It was fine for now.
After the toast, they all exchanged pleasantries. Eventually, Felina got up to get a new drink herself and some cream for her lady. While waiting, she watched Callie with her pride and smiled. No, this was not the norm, but her pride just went with it. Yes, she had met all of her pride sisters' partners whenever they had them, but they never hung out with the pride like this.
"Hey, Captain, here you go." The bartender put the drinks in front of her and walked off after Felina gave her a nod. She put money in the tip cup. She and Callie rarely paid for anything anymore when they were at a den or some other part of lion/lioness community.
Returning to the table, she gave Callie her cream while she enjoyed her milk beer and jumped into a conversation with Mara, Katarina, and Blue. They were complaining about the stall in work.
"I told you guys to get real jobs," Felina sighed.
"Construction is a real job. There's just a pause in building around the city for some reason," Mara argued.
"I told you three just join the Enforcers. It's a steady paycheck with benefits and a pension. Working with those tomkats can't be much different working with the construction kats," Felina replied.
"It's more like the service than the Enforcers. They rib you at first, but they grow to respect you when they see what you can do. You don't get that with the Enforcers," Blue stated.
Felina wished she could argue that, but she really did not have anything to counter with. The few females in the Enforcers saw discrimination and disrespect every day from a number of different tomkats. But, the ones who had served in the military respected the females, just like in the service.
"If we could get more she-kats to join, things could change," Felina said.
"Easy there, Captain. Don't turn this night of fun into a recruitment video," Katarina joked.
Felina rolled her eyes and glanced over at Callie, just wanting to check on her. She was fully engaged with Tabby while Penny looked on briefly. Penny eased her way over to Felina and tucked in kind of close. Callie did not mind, but Penny still tried to give things some time in case Callie said something. Felina ran her hand through Penny's hair.
"Penny, you know what, we need to work you out of this horrible attachment you have to this bum. Let's go find you a real lioness," Mara declared and practically yanked Penelope out of their booth and into the crowd, knowing Penelope was wary of crowds, even when they were all she-kats.
Rolling her eyes, Katarina scoffed. "Why doesn't she just tell Penny she wants to be the cuddle toy?"
Blue snorted. "When has Mara ever said exactly what she wants?"
"Uh… when she demands we not call her Marguerite?" Felina snickered.
Katarina laughed. "That's so terrible. Her parents really had no idea she'd grow into that." She pointed out to Mara, who was the tallest among them by far and an obvious bodybuilder. She was bulky and so shy around she-kats, it was hilarious.
"Can Mara date Penelope?" Callie asked curiously. Even after a year, Callie still was not completely caught up on lioness culture. She knew that pride was family and dating a pride member would be awkward at best.
"Mara's not truly interested in dating Penny, more protecting Penny. All four of those idiots have a protection streak a mile wide," Tabby replied, motioning to the three former air-kats.
"Hey!" the trio barked.
Callie laughed. "They're of one brain, as well, huh?"
"One mind, one body type. I don't get how they're all living separate lives at this point," Tabby continued.
"Oh, ha, ha, ha," they all deadpanned. They had heard this all before. Hell, they used to hear it in the air force all the time.
Their similarities were probably why they were such a close pride. They had taken to each other almost immediately upon meeting. Of course, Tabby should probably reflect on why it had been the same with her. Honestly, Felina always felt like Tabby was just like them, except wrapped in a queen body.
"Come." Callie put a hand out for Felina. "So, you can stop sulking."
"I'm not sulking," Felina huffed, even though she was certain she was. It was a way to get Callie to drag her onto the dance floor. After all, there was no better time than having Callie pressed against her and moving, even if there were clothes in the way.
Dancing with Callie used to be a surprise, now it was just a delight. Felina had not expected Callie, her prim and proper queen, to move the way she did. It was such a turn on.
They danced until Callie needed water. Felina obliged while Callie returned to their table. This was to be the night, which Felina enjoyed. It was a great way to unwind, especially from the stresses of the day. Stresses both she and Callie had to deal with all the time.
As midnight came and went, Callie made the executive decision that it was time to go home. It might have had something to do with a queen having the nerve to touch Felina's bicep while they were on the dance floor. Felina had just enough beers where she was stupid enough to flex for the queen upon request. Definitely time to go home.
"Don't hurt her too much, Deputy Mayor," Mara called out.
"Oh, you all know Felina will be spanked when she gets home," Katarina remarked.
Felina did not have a chance to retort, especially over the loud music, as they came to the exit. A rush of warm air hit them as they stepped outside, even though summer was on its way out. Callie had her hands around Felina's waist, as if Callie was holding up her up, but was more likely staking her claim. Felina held her close as they made their way to the car.
This was dangerous, of course. If someone who disliked same-sex couples happened by, they might take it upon themselves to do something about Felina and Callie. Felina was not so drunk she would not be able to defend them. She had never been so drunk, actually. She made sure of that the first time they had been attacked while leaving a den. Thankfully, they did not have that problem tonight. They made it to the car unscathed.
"Sweetheart, I need the keys," Callie said, patting on Felina's pockets.
"I can drive," Felina replied.
"Yes, you can, but you won't. You've had quite a bit to drink," Callie pointed out.
"Stop trying to confuse me with the truth."
Callie chuckled. "I think you're the one confusing yourself. Who told you to let that she-kat touch you?"
Felina made a strangled noise and quickly handed over the keys, just to avoid having this discussion. Callie looked smug, like she knew this was the way to win anything they talked about tonight. Felina hoped there would not be much talking for the night. She was not so drunk that she could not please her queen tonight, after all. She had never been so drunk.
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Felina might have actually had a spanking coming her way from the way Callie yanked off her t-shirt when they hit the bedroom. Callie pushed her down to the bed, which she did not mind, especially when Callie crawled into her lap. Callie's lips on hers was not bad either.
"Just to be clear, this is not a reward for bad behavior," Callie said as she pulled away for air.
Felina smiled and nodded. "Understood."
"This is a reward for making history."
"Got it."
"But, because you dared to flex for that queen, I'm on top."
"What?" Felina snapped. No, no, no. That was not how things worked. "I'm definitely not that drunk."
Callie glared at her. "You were drunk enough to display yourself for some random queen, but not drunk enough to display yourself for me?"
Felina sighed. "Sorry."
A small, gentle smile settled on Callie's face. "Besides, haven't you ever wanted to just lie there for me? Let me worship you with every part of me?"
"That sounds nice," Felina accidentally blurted out. There were quiet moments, after Callie collapsed against her, she thought about it. It was not something she should think about, but she did.
Callie gave her a soft kiss. "Let me take care of you. It's all right. This is our relationship, no one else's."
"I know."
"Then, let me take care of you, if only to satisfy your curiosity."
Felina would later claim she was just drunk enough to go along with this. She gave Callie a small nod and Callie pushed her down to the bed. Callie yanked Felina's jeans off as if they offended her and then stepped back. Felina could only wonder what Callie planned as she slowly unbuttoned the couple of buttons on her vest.
Felina pushed herself up to the pillows without taking her eyes off of Callie as she shimmied out of her skirt. And then Callie stalked up her body in a way that made Felina shiver. They met in a passionate kiss that made Felina's blood boil, but her body relax at the same time.
"You know you're the only kat I trust to do this, right?" Felina asked. She did not want anyone else to think she could be treated like a queen.
Callie smiled. "Oh, I know." She kissed Felina's neck. "So, I'm going to make this as special as possible because you are special, Lina."
Before Felina could say anything, Callie's mouth was on the move and made her moan. No, she would never trust any other lover to do this, but Callie would always be different, special. Felina closed her eyes and gave herself over to the heavenly sensation of Callie's lips on her breasts and light caresses on her abdomen.
"You taste so good," Callie whispered. "Thank you so much for giving me this."
Felina managed to open her eyes partially. "No, thank you for being there."
"Nowhere else I'd rather be." Callie attached her mouth to Felina's nipple and Felina purred as the beautiful feel of her tongue.
Slender fingers slid down Felina's stomach, tracing each cut of her abdomen before slipping just below her navel. Felina whined at the teasing feel of Callie's fingers and bucked up for more. Callie snickered around her breast.
"Patience, love," Callie said. "Think of the many nights you teased me."
Felina could not argue that. One of her favorite pastimes involved building Callie up for hours. Callie did not seem to have that in mind, though. Fingers now moved with a purpose, drawing out purrs from Felina as jolt after jolt of sweet pleasure coursed through her.
Before Felina realized it, Callie had placed Felina's leg on her shoulder. This should have bothered Felina, but it was impossible to bothered when Callie's tongue joined her fingers. Bliss grew within her as Callie worked and soon her hips moved with Callie's mouth.
"Holy Baast!" Felina shouted as pleasure erupted within in, shooting through every nerve in her body.
Everything sort of went out of focus after that. When she came back to herself, Callie was curled up next to her, drawing light circles on her chest. Felina leaned down and kissed the top of Callie's head.
"That was amazing," Felina whispered.
"Thank you for trusting me."
"I trust you with my life, so might as well keep things interesting between us." Felina then shifted on top of Callie. "Although, the classics are good, too." She leaned down, kissing Callie deeply. She had more energy to burn off and she needed to show Callie a good time to make up for her behavior at the den and to pay her back for such a wonderful night.
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Work for Felina had been different since her relationship had been put on display and her uncle tried to force her to resign a year ago. Kats were not sure how to react to her winning a lawsuit that allowed her to continue working. This was made even worse after she took the captain's exam only a week ago and was promoted not even days ago.
Most kats never talked to her. They glared and glowered. Some tried to puff up when she was around, silently saying they could crush her. She would love to see them try. Only once had idiots dared with her, cornering her in the locker room. She had gotten a demerit and they had gotten hospital visits. This got a few guys to acknowledge her, greet her, and high-five her when they had the time.
None of the she-kats even looked her way. They feared being labeled a lioness, even if they were. Hell, especially if they were.
This would make it hard for her to have a squad of her own, as she was supposed to as a captain. There were some Enforcers who still had her back, though, and were there for her. All of them some form of ex-military.
"Captain Feral, how's it going?" Captain Lidon came over and clapped her on the shoulder. He then looked her up and down with a scrunched up face. "Where's your uniform?"
Felina was in her lieutenant's uniform. "It hasn't been finished yet."
He scoffed. "Are they making it from rare spider silk? It's not like you're a small kat. Just take a tom's uniform and taper it a bit."
Felina squinted at him. "I'm not sure that's how it works." At least, she hoped that was not how it worked.
"I'm sure it's something like that. Anyway, the Commander wants us to have a meeting about putting together a squad for you. I've got some suggestions."
"Let me guess, every other captain told him to go to Hell when he asked?" Felina knew giving a captain a squad to command was supposed to be a group effort from other captains and top brass. She doubted her uncle could get anyone else to show up, though.
Captain Lidon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Screw them. They know your squad is about to make everyone else look bad, except mine of course."
"You just lost your best pilot, so I doubt you'll be looking too good."
Captain Lidon chuckled. He still treated her the same, after everything. He was even the one who stayed on her about the captain's test and as soon as she logged enough field hours, he had actually signed her up. He had shoved her ticket in her hand and told her not to screw it up. She made him proud; he had said as much.
"Let's get going and see who the Commander wants to suggest for you. I want to warn you now. In my pile, I've got one she-kat. I know they've been avoiding you like a spray bottle, but this one might be okay," he said while guiding her to Commander Feral's office.
Felina twisted her nose up. "Why would you want to do that to any she-kat?" She would never torment one of her own.
"She's new. She's only been on the force a couple of months, but she reminds me of you as far as potential goes. She needs a mentor. The only way to get her one is put her on your squad."
"Or she could take my place on your squad."
"No can do. She's not a pilot."
Felina arched an eyebrow. "The hell?"
"She could be your squad's top mechanic. She'll take care of your planes."
Felina did not dislike this idea. A female mechanic definitely meant air force, or she had the coolest father of all time. "If I get a flying squad."
Captain Lidon scoffed. "Your uncle isn't stupid. Why wouldn't he give his best pilot a flying squad?"
"To avoid showing favoritism."
"Again, he's not stupid and the idiots around here will think whatever he does with you is somehow favoritism. There are morons already walking around here talking about your promotion was favoritism, like they missed you log all of those hours and take the test. Stop worrying about idiots and worry about you."
She could only nod to that. In the Commander's office, they sit in front of his desk to go through a stack of candidates for her squad. Most of the kats her uncle picked out would not spit on her if she was on fire, so they damn sure would not take an order from her. Of course, Commander Feral did not care about that.
"If they can't follow simple orders, then they'll be dismissed," Commander Feral decreed from behind his desk.
"I think you'd lose a lot of good Enforcers that way," Felina replied.
"They can't be very good if they refuse orders from a superior officer," he countered.
"This is true, but even if they don't refuse orders, you wouldn't want to put the first female captain in charge of kats who might make up things about her. There are plenty of good kats who would happily follow Captain Feral into battle, and brag about it later on," Captain Lidon stated.
Felina could only think of a handful of kats who would do that. Definitely not enough to make a squad, but Captain Lidon was insistent. They focused on his stack for the remainder of the meeting. Felina knew most of the kats. Some only in passing, so she had no idea they were fine with her. In the end, Felina would end up with a small squad, but the Commander seemed to have an idea of what he wanted to do with them.
"We'll all reconvene tomorrow," Commander Feral announced. "Dismissed."
Felina and Captain Lidon saluted and then left the office. He followed her to her desk, as she had no office yet. Her desk had been vandalized yet again with the word "whore" painted on the top. She barely noticed it now, as it happened so often. As long as she did not come to find cow's blood on it again, as that had happened twice, she did not care what they wrote across the damn thing.
"Idiots," Captain Lidon growled when he noticed the desk. "You know what, come with me."
Felina arched a brow. "Where?"
"Just come on."
She decided to just go with him. It was almost lunchtime and she did not have anything to do with her time. He dragged her out of the Enforcer's Headquarters and to a nearby bar. Technically, they should not be drinking. Beyond that, the bar did not serve her anymore anyway. Too risky for losing other customers.
"Hey, Captain," the bartender said with a smile before he noticed her. His face fell. "You know I don't serve that." He curled his lip and looked at her as if she was nothing.
"You'll serve her and me or this is about to be a lot less pleasant morning." Captain Lidon squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest. He looked like he could take down an elephant.
The bartender had to agree as he held up his hands in surrender. "Look, Captain, it ain't my rules."
"I don't give a shit whose rules they are. You get my friend a drink to celebrate her promotion or I put your face through that fucking mirror." Captain Lidon pointed to the mirror behind the bar, and dozens of liquor bottles.
The bartender definitely understood the good captain was quite serious because he moved to get them drinks. Captain Lidon must have had a usual as the bartender slid two of the same drink in front of them and then turned his back. Captain Lidon scoffed and dropped some money on the countertop before he made his way to a table by the wall. Felina followed him.
"Let me pay you back for the drink, Captain." Felina reached for her wallet.
He snorted and waved her off. "To hell with that bullshit. Keep your money. And, you don't have to call me Captain out here. It's Diego when we're off the clock."
Felina nodded. "Okay, Diego. Even though we're not off the clock."
Shaking his head, he snorted again. "Smart ass."
She smirked at him. "It's one of the many reasons you like me."
He sipped his drink and did not deny the charge. "So, beyond this pain in the ass immaturity from too many of your coworkers, how's things going? How's your lady?"
"She's good." She would go check on Callie as soon as they were done with this drink. She did that on most of her lunch breaks. It bothered her that Callie's office was common knowledge. People had picketed outside of it most of the year and Callie had been pelted with many things, including garbage and snowballs with rocks during the winter months. On especially cruel times, like when she won a case, people would shower her with paint, glitter, and dung. More often than not, Felina could scare them off.
"I know I keep telling you this, but you don't have to be afraid to ask for help if you need it. We're not all assholes," he pointed out.
"I know, but for now, I can handle things on my own." And what she could not, he and a few others would handle for her, like finding the motherfucker who vandalized her desk, without her having to ask.
He shrugged. "All right. You know I'm here for you."
"I know. And I appreciate everything you've done, do, and will do in the future." She doubted anyone in her life had ever pushed for her so much, not even her uncle.
For the moment, they just enjoyed their drinks, taking small sips. This was an excuse to talk about nothing, for him to check in on her. He kept her together.
"Why do you care so much, Captain?" Felina found herself asking.
"Honestly? The first time I met you, you reminded me of a she-kat I knew the army. She didn't have your luck, unfortunately."
She nodded. "How'd she die?"
"Land mine. Nasty fuckers, those things. She was a lot like you, except she had a daughter. I looked out for the kit as best I could, but she didn't really need me. She had a big, supportive family. I'd come around and tell her tales about her hero mom and stuff. The moment I met you, though, I realized you were who she could've been had she lived. I don't want to see you waste your potential."
"I won't, Diego," she promised.
He smiled. "I know."
They sat for almost a half-hour, just talking. Felina went over to Callie's office right after. Callie was in her office, but she did not have lunch with her, which was odd.
"Hey, kitten." Felina leaned down to kiss Callie. "Was it my day to get lunch?"
"No. I went down and started my car, wanting to surprise you with some lunch from Cas', but the car sounded funny. I didn't want to risk it. Can you look at it?"
"Of course I can."
Callie gave her the car key. Before checking the car, she jogged to get them some fast food. They ate lunch and then she turned on the car. It certainly did sound funny. Felina had some knowledge about cars, but definitely not much. The best she had done was tinker with some jeeps while she was in the air force. Popping the hood and looking around, she knew this would take more skill than she had.
"You're going to need to call your mechanics, kitten," Felina announced as she returned the car key.
"That bad, huh? You think someone messed with it?" Callie asked. It was entirely possible.
"That could've happened, but your car is also pretty vintage, so it could just be something from one of the older engine parts. Either way, I'd feel more comfortable if we got this looked at as soon as possible." If nothing else, she would drive Callie around until the car was fixed.
"I'll call Jake and Chance right now."
With only a phone call, their evening was set up. After work, Felina drove back to Callie's office and followed behind her as they slowly made their way to the junkyard. Chance and Jake were there, waiting for them.
When Felina first met Chance and Jake, she thought they were lions. They seemed close and they were living together in seclusion pretty much, but then she noticed the way they checked out her mate's ass and she knew they were very straight. From that moment on, she watched them around Callie, even though it was public knowledge she was spoken for.
"You can wait inside if you want." Chance thumbed over to his home as he popped the hood of Callie's car.
"I'd rather watch. Get some pointers," Felina replied. The knowledge could come in handy.
Jake shrugged. "All right."
Felina watched them work for a while, even though Callie went to make herself comfortable inside. As the pair worked, they murmured to themselves about what they were doing, but they did not really speak to Felina. She was not sure if she made them uncomfortable or if they were just used to working alone.
"Do you think someone tampered with her car?" Felina finally asked.
"Certainly looks that way," Jake answered.
"They got in here and just messed with a bunch of stuff," Chance grumbled.
"Pulled things out and shoved random junk in," Jake added.
Felina nodded. There was a video camera where Callie parked. Felina would have it checked and catch the bastard who tried to harm her mate.
"We'll have to hunt for some parts, but let's take a break," Chance suggested. They had been working for almost an hour.
They all went into the house. Chance grabbed several milk beers. He passed one to each of them. Felina felt a little out of place, as she often did with these guys. These were Callie's friends. They would probably be Callie's pride if they were actually lions. So, she stood off to the side as the three spoke. The conversation was interrupted by the TV.
"Breaking news, Mayor Manx is being investigated by the colonial government for a number of different crimes, including corruption and embezzlement. The city council has finally decided on the petition to have the mayor recalled. There will be an emergency election within the required three months. Again, Mayor Manx is being investigated by the colonial government and there will be a recall election. More on this at six," a TV anchor announced.
"He lasted longer than I thought he would," Felina said. She had been certain Manx would shrivel and die as mayor within a few months of losing Callie.
"Who's going to run against him?" Jake wondered.
Felina turned to her lover and smiled. Jake and Chance did the same. Callie blinked and shook her head. No, this was definitely happening.
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Next time: everyone tries to talk Callie into running for mayor, but she seems intent on not doing it.
