Izzy and I spent the first few hours after the CMG left down at the lake that made up the far southern border of the little bitch's territory. I sat on the bank of the water in a tree watching as Izzy swam and splashed around, getting cleaned up from the afternoon activities before we met back up with Jasper and Garrett and heading out for the night. I knew that the CMG was going to be all kinds of pissed off about it when it got back to her that we left, but oh fucking well. I wanted to get drunk again and that little bitch wasn't going to stop me. At the moment, there wasn't enough manpower in the encampment to stop us anyways, and you know what they say... when the cunts away, the kids will play.

I was so far into my own thoughts that I never saw the wall of water coming right at me. Needless to say, I looked a little like a drowned rat. Running a hand down my face before brushing my hair out of my face, I glared down at my overly amused mate as she bobbed in the water. Cocking a brow at her, "Seriously?"

She just giggled a little as she wiped off her own face, giving me a bright smile, "Just seeing if you were paying attention, Peteykins. Turns out, you weren't."

I snorted a little, "seriously, Peteykins?"

She shrugged a little as she continued to tread water, "You were the one that said I could use any variation of your name I wanted."

Smirking a little and shaking my head, "I said Pete or Petey. There was exactly zero talk of this Peteykins bullshit. So, unless you want me to start calling you all kinds of stupid ass nicknames, I highly fucking suggest you never do it again."

She poked out her bottom lip in an overly dramatic way at that but nodded, "Fine then. Go ahead and take away all my fun."

I rolled my eyes as I stood up on my branch, waking out over the water and crouching down a few feet away from her. Smirking a little, I reached down and flicked her lip, "If you ain't careful Sugar, a bird is gonna come by and shit on that lip." Chuckling a little as she batted my hand away, I draped both forearms over my thighs and smiled at her, "Besides, I don't rightly think that THAT particular variation is good for my image."

She snorted and slashed at me again, that I dodged this time, and smirked at me, "So you would prefer to be called another name for a penis then?"

I nodded once at her, "Damn straight. Ain't a fucking thing wrong with being called a dick, Sugar, when you happen to be one. I ain't ever made no apologies for the way I am and I ain't about to start that shit now. I'm a dickhead, an asshole, all that shit and I have earned every last name I have ever been called."

She bit into her bottom lip a little and looked up at me through her lashes, "you don't seem all that bad to me."

I winked at her with a cheesy grin, "You're also my mate, Sugar. To you, I'm the fucking shit. However, you don't actually know me. The laid back guy from Canada ain't it and this Captain Whitlock bullshit certainly ain't. I told you all this back in Italy. I'm an asshole, I like to play games and live to fuck with others. It is my life's mission to one day have Jasper completely bald and in a straight jacket. It is my purpose to cause chaos in the lives of everyone I meet and I'm good with that. I ain't a nice guy, Izzy. I have my moments of compassion and I have my friends, but I ain't a nice guy."

Izzy chewed on her bottom lip a little more, looking off to the side a long moment before looking back up at me, the question I saw coming miles away burning in her eyes. "Was I just a moment of compassion?"

I just cocked a brow at her, "Does it really matter?" She shook her head no so I jumped tracks to a different topic. She wasn't and she knew it so it was a moot point. Instead I focused on something else. "You were on the plane when I was giving Jasper an ass-reaming, so you know my stance on the vampire race. None of us are nice. We were not created, or raised for that matter, to be nice. Every last one of us is a monster and while some wear masks and sheep's clothing, underneath, we're nothing but earthbound demons. Some of us are just worse than others."

"And Peter is one of the worst."

Both Izzy and I turned to find both Jasper and Garrett walking to the water's edge. I smirked at the statement for the compliment it was.

Izzy looked at Jasper, since he was the one that made the comment, her eyes burning with a million questions and full of contemplation. Jasper simply looked back at her, a smirk on his lips and every answer in his red eyes.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Leaving it at that knowing that I had something up my sleeve for the CMG's return, he looked up at me, "So, we going to the bar or not? Been awhile since I ate let alone got drunk, so if we're going, let's go."

*X*

I will never, even should I live forever, understand what the fuck just happened. One minute my mate, Jasper, Garrett and I were living up and having a great fucking time at this club that had been around for fucking ever and the next minute, drunk as fuck, Jasper, Garrett and I had to pretend to be human as we were manhandled by the fucking goon squad of bouncers before being slammed onto the hood of police cruisers and cuffed as they read us the very limited rights we had as foreigners.

I turned to look at my mate, seeing her staring completely dumbfounded at the happenings. Dammit. I was really hoping she knew what the fuck was going on. When she looked at me, she blinked and seemed to snap out of wherever the fuck she was in her mind and called out, "Wait! I need my husband's phone."

I cocked a brow at the title but said nothing since I was suddenly in the process of swallowing a growl when the overly friendly copper shoved his hands in my pockets looking for my 'personal effects'. I heard a snicker in response to the little bastard copping a feel. I swear I was gonna kill him. Turning to Jasper, I bared my teeth and whispered under my breath, "I promise you, I will rip your balls off and feed them to you, ya fucking prick."

Jasper just winked at me and grinned, not saying anything. The stupid drunk bastard. I knew the fucker was a light weight, but come the fuck on. This was all his fault. I wasn't sure exactly how it was, but I know it was and that little stunt wasn't currently doing him any fucking favors. All it was doing was fueling the fire and pissing me off even more.

Chances are, if I had a full understanding of what the hell happened, I would find this funnier than hell. Since I do not in fact have that, I am nothing but ready to kick the shit out of the Major. When Officer Cop-a-feel finally got a hold of my phone, after the half-assed apology for grabbing something else, he tossed it to my mate before yanking me up off the hood, at my allowance, because the last thing I needed right now was the little prick under Jasper's influence to get any other ideas about my strength, and shoved me, along with Jasper and Garrett, in to the back of the car.

And thank fuck for small favors... I got a window seat. Since I was sitting on my hands, I jerked my head back hard to signal Izzy to come to the car. Once she was closer, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes darted around, "Peter, what am I supposed to do?"

I cocked a brow, "hold your fucking breath and run like hell, Sugar. That's all you can do. Head south, away from the encampment, and don't stop until you can't hear anything but the wilderness. By the time you get there, my phone is going to ring. You do every last fucking thing you're told, ya hear?"

She reached up and rubbed her throat, my eyes softening a little at action, "Everything is going to be fine, Sugar, I promise." She didn't look like she believed me at ALL prompting me to smirk at her, "Have I ever let you down before?" When she shook her head, I smiled, "follow your gut and you'll be fine." Officer Cop-a-feel walked up and as he was reaching for the handle to the driver's side door, I tilted my head to the side and smiled at Izzy, "Off you go, Sugar. I'll see you soon."

*X*

Two hours later, since Mexican law enforcement don't know their heads from asses, Jasper, Garrett and I were finally processed and put in a holding cell. Now, I have never once minded getting arrested. It tends to bring hours of entertainment in my otherwise mundane and sometimes overly boring life. However, this time, I am positive that I didn't do anything arrest worthy and I have a mate that is seven weeks old that cannot be without some form of supervision so she doesn't land her ass in hot water. The Royal Pain in the Ass might have a soft spot for her, but she is as liable for fucking up as the rest of us.

The moment that the barred cell door was closed and the guard was around the corner, I whipped around and blasted Jasper dead in the mouth. "You moronic mother fucker. What in the name of Christ did you do?"

He just laid on his back where he landed, laughing his ass off. Stupid light weight. It took him nearly a full minute to calm his laughter enough to speak, "Dude, don't you remember?"

I just glared at him, "If I remembered anything, I wouldn't be ready to use you as a battering ram to break out of here." Contrary to popular belief, we don't ALWAYS have perfect recall. I was pounding shots like I was paid to do it, I don't currently remember shit.

"I would highly recommend against that, Captain. You are in enough trouble as it is."