Page 62 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

Hawk

Oh, sweet mama, it’s gonna be a good night. Fuck, this whole day was gonna be one for the record books. After the best wake-up call known to man, this was gonna be the icing on the cake.

Truth or Dare. I already knew the dares were going to be epic.

None of us had ever backed down on a dare before.

Not even when Cole was dared, while on base, to run to one of the other company’s barracks, turn around with his back to the building, drop trow and smack his ass, all while taunting the Marines inside like he was William fucking Wallace.

He rightfully earned the nickname “Spanky” after that which is kind of fucking ironic ever since his dominant traits started peeking out.

I wonder if he knew then and he was just internally laughing his ass off the entire time. Sneaky bastard.

As far as the truths go, I’ll be honest, there’re a few things that have been bugging me and this game combined with the light hearted camaraderie might actually the best environment to ask.

No judgement, just family wanting to know, understand, and support.

And if they didn’t want to answer they could always choose the dare, in which case I was locked and loaded with awesome choices.

While actively steering clear of Jax and his constant attempt to give Gordan Ramsey a run for his money as the biggest cunt in the kitchen, we finish making dinner and practically devour it as soon as it lands on the kitchen island.

Just like Gordan, Jax might be a cunt when it comes to cooking and kitchen management but his fucking skills are legit.

Damn food is always bangin’. I, however, did manage to maneuver around him to put together a tasty little after dinner snack tray for the game. My skills aren’t completely lacking.

I bring over the tray with crackers, jiffy pop, apple slices, peanut butter and, of course, roasty toasty marshmallows that I baked on top of graham crackers so they were just the right amount of gooey.

Ok, fine. I used the giant ass blow torch from the shed “like a savage”—Jax’s words *eye roll*.

So, sue me, it fucking worked. She’s gonna love it.

I knew we’re going to be lighting the fire later but I doubt she’s gonna be opposed to these babies now and more later.

I can already see her eyeing them up like a sex starved nymphomaniac at a porn convention. Irre-fucking-sistable.

As I set the tray down on the coffee table in the middle of the room I turn to see Cole trying to hide his grin.

He pulls a back pack off his shoulders and opens it, revealing the reason for his smirk.

Yeah, his offering might be better. Ok, who the fuck am I kidding?

It’s totally one hundred percent better.

Show off. When the fuck did he find all of that?

And, the more pressing question, where in the hell did he hide it?

Probably for the best. It would have been gone already if we had known.

Taking one out at a time, Cole takes out bottle after bottle of various liquors ranging from rum to vodka to gin but that’s not the best part.

Whoever the fuck he swiped these from has an awesome sense of humor because the names are outrageous.

Donkey Piss Tequila, Chicken Cock Whiskey, Herr Vodka.

Well, I guess the vodka’s name wasn’t the funny part.

.. the bottle, however, definitely is. It’s shaped like a giant dick.

If this is any indication as to how crazy this day was going to continue to be, I’m all here for it.

Jax, finally, makes his way into the living room with the rest of us and we all take our places around the table.

While Jax, Cole and I focus on pouring drinks and passing them out, Aly looks like a cat ready to pounce.

Despite eating a full dinner just minutes ago, Aly dives head first into the snacks, including my melty morsels.

Go on girl, get your grub on

Once we all have our drinks and Cole successfully pulls Aly’s attention away from the mini buffet, we lift our glasses, pushing them together as Jax gives a toast. He looks to Cole first, the years of history showing in their gazes to each other,

“If you cheat, may you cheat death...”

He turns to Aly, a tiny, shy smirk forming at the corner of his mouth as he softly says,

“If you steal, may you steal a woman’s heart...”

Turning to me, he nods in appreciation, raises his voice and continues.

“If you fight, may you fight for a brother...”

Then, he looks to all of us, a satisfied smile playing on his lips,

“And if you drink, may you continue to drink with me.”

We all clink are glasses together and settle in. Aly speaks first, sporting a tiny bit of marshmallow in the corner of her mouth.

“So, who wants to go first?

“It was your idea, I think the honors should go to you. Name your first victim, baby.” Jax responds before he leans forward, licking the fluff from her mouth.

Aly’s as visibly shocked by Jax’s open display of affection as Cole and myself are, and takes a second to blow out a heady breath, collecting herself before starting the game.

“Hmmmm...” She mumbles to herself as her gaze travels over the rest of us, mischief clouding her eyes as ideas fill her pretty little head.

When she gets to me, I smirk right back at her with my best bring it on face.

“Hawk, truth or dare?”

Never one to take the easy way out, “Dare, sweetheart.”

“Ok... I dare you to imagine you’re hula hooping until your next turn.”

Hah! Simple enough, but I’m gonna make this dare my bitch. It’s basically me dry humping the air and I plan to take full advantage of the obscene nature of it. I stand up with a smile growing larger and larger on my face and start ‘hula hooping.’

The game continues on to me and I know exactly who I’m asking.

“Cole, truth or dare?”

“Easy, dare.” He responds quickly, showing no fear at all and just plunging right into whatever insanity the game might bring.

“Ok. Bend over and twerk for us.” Cole smiles and stands, taking position with his hands on his knees and proceeds to pop his ass all over the place. Surprisingly, he’s doing a pretty damn good job of it. It almost looks like he’s been practicing... fucker.

Frustrated that I didn’t trip him up at all with my dare, I decide to take my hula hooping ass over to just behind him and continue the lude movement.

Cole continues shaking his ass, completely oblivious to my air humping right behind him.

It’s not until I pretend to smack the air right behind him that he catches on to what’s going on, but only laughs it off in the end.

Aly, on the other hand, is practically on the floor laughing her ass off at how we look.

After Cole’s terrible impersonation of Miley Cyrus, the game moves on and eventually I’m able to sit my ass back down.

The questions and dares go on for a while, unveiling things that surprise all of us- Like how Jax is apparently lactose intolerant and somehow was able to hide that from us for almost a damn decade, and how Cole, somehow, knows how to do gymnastics, crediting classes from when he was in grade school.

We found that little nugget out when Aly dared him to go outside and do four naked cartwheels but instead decided to do not only the cartwheels but also a few back handsprings and some crazy flippy, twisty thing in the end that he called a “triple twisting double tuck.” I don’t think I need to say that it was impressive as hell and all of our jaws were pretty much on the ground when he finished and gave a little bow.

All while having his dick out on display. Show off. Moving on...

It's Cole’s turn when we make it back inside and he chooses to reciprocate and ask Aly, “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” It’s her first truth of the night and she lifts her chin up in defiance, daring Cole to do his worst.

“Ok. Well, I’ve been wondering this for a while, so bare with me.

I don’t think you know this but the first time we saw you wasn’t actually when we rescued you.

It was earlier that day. We, well Hawk and I, were scouting the cottage you were in.

You were upstairs then ran as fast as you could out the back doors and fell to the ground, staring up at the sky, crying and rocking yourself back and forth muttering ‘I’m ok.

’ I guess my question is: What made you react that way?

You seemed fine later on when walking to the store, but something triggered you in that house.

..” He lets his thought drift off as we all turn to look at Aly, who’s staring at her feet on the carpet. Jax reaches over and rubs her back.

“You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, baby. It’s ok, no pressure.” Jax reassures her.

“No, it’s ok. I need to talk about it...

get it out there rather than let it fester.

..” She looks up, taking each of our faces in turn.

“When you think about the end of the world, the apocalypse, zombie Armageddon, people naturally go to what can I do to prepare ? Do I have enough food? Is my home invasion proof? What if someone tries to break in during the chaos? It’s always about the current or near future state of affairs.

I mean, of course it is. No one knows if they are going to survive it, let alone for how long.

You can hope, but the only guarantee is right now.

I thought the same way. I lived by myself.

No relationships at the time or significant other.

My parents died at the very beginning. I’m kind of thankful for that, morbid as it sounds.

At least they weren’t terrified too long or have to always look over their shoulders for the inevitable.

It was quick. And then they were gone. Naturally, I thought of me and what I needed to do for myself at the moment.

I had food, a weapon, a plan, hope. What else could I need at that time? ”