Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 97696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I’m not in the habit of giving an account of my actions to anyone but I wrestled with the idea of calling the others and letting them know what was going on. In the end, I decided not to. Just like sixteen years ago it wasn’t just my head on the block. I wasn’t about to jam up my guys for having my back.
I headed for the house to put eyes on my wife and kids. This killing shit was getting too easy, but I wasn’t gonna lose any sleep. I wasn’t about to split hairs over anything that comes of this. Taylor Porter started this shit the day he put hands on what’s mine. Doesn’t matter that she wasn’t mine then, scratch that, she was born mine. It doesn’t matter that at the time his raping ass went after her I hadn’t yet staked my claim, and anything that came behind my ending that fuck was a write off as far as I’m concerned.
Now his parents and an uncle were out for revenge, that’s their right. But it’s also my right to fuck their shit up for coming into my space. I’ll help the others when my deal was over, but the die had been cast.
***
Kat was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. I stood in the doorway watching her as she hummed to herself and moved from the stove to the fridge and back. I could hear my kids tearing my fucking house apart with their shit, but I’d rather hear that sound everyday for the rest of my life than lose one of them.
“I know you’re there Colton, what’s wrong?” She turned to me with a smile and I was quick enough to hide my true thoughts from her. “Nothing, just enjoying my favorite sight.” I pulled the flowers I’d stopped on the way to buy her from behind my back and sighed at the dreamy look that came into her eyes as she moved to take them.
“Pay me first woman.” She grinned as she got up on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. “They’re beautiful, thank you.” I tried not to put too much into the kiss, she knows me too well. So although I wanted to draw her in close enough that she became a part of me, I held myself in check.
With her little head held gently in my hands, I fed on her lips until she needed to breathe. “How are my babies?” I ran my hand over her tummy and kissed her forehead. “They’re coming along fine.” She covered my hand with hers and rested against my chest.
“And you, my favorite girl? How are you doing?” If any of this ever touched her, I’ll level the nation’s capital, swear to fuck. She didn’t seem upset in anyway so Max had done his job well, she was still insulated.
***
KAT
***
I know Colton Lyon is up to something. Ever since he got back from Law’s place, he’s been acting like a bear with his paw caught, and even more irrational than usual. Then after the holidays, he went from bad to worse.
I’d finally talked him into letting the kids go back to school after keeping them home for days, but the crazy man had the people’s school surrounded. I don’t know what excuse he’d given them but one of the boys’ teachers had told me that Colt’s argument had been that his kids were just as important as the President’s and the asshole movie stars’, as he’s fond of calling them. She thought he was cute the way he carried on to get his way; little does she know.
Now, he’s talking about making a run somewhere. Uh huh, rare parts my ass. I know my man and that is not the look he wears when he’s after parts for one of his specials. That’s his ‘somebody’s about to get fucked’ look.
I know very well that Colt likes to take matters into his own hands, but we’re both getting too old for this shit. I didn’t even bother fussing at him as I watched him walk back and forth getting his stuff together for his little impromptu ride.
By mutual agreement, we don’t discuss the pregnancy, though Colt steals rubs of my tummy and at night he sleeps with his hand over our girls. But this evening after dinner, he’d been mumbling about leaving me with the babies, like he was wrestling with his conscience.
I bit my tongue and didn’t say a word of what was going through my head. Like the fact that my house was still surrounded by half of his crew from sunup to sundown, and the fact that these men were now taking up residence in our guest house and my damn basement.
“Daddy…”
“Well shit.” I held my hand over my mouth to cover the snicker that threatened to escape at his reaction to our youngest daughter’s interruption. “Yes Catalina.” He stopped what he was doing to look at her. Even with my mind in turmoil, I knew this was going to be good, it usually is where these two are concerned.
“How long is uncle Max going to be here?” Max was one of the crew that Colton had staked out in our basement. No one was talking, which was not surprising and the one time I tried making an end run around Colt to get some information, he gave me one of his looks and I got the screwing of my life that night. He’s still very territorial, still doesn’t like men around me no matter who it is. Which made the fact that they were here very suspicious indeed. And he wonders why I’m always on his case.
“Why?” He barely contained the huff that was never too far when dealing with his baby girl. I guess it’s poetic justice that he has a kid who’s his carbon copy. The fact that it’s one of our girls and not the boys was just the icing on the cake. I have to get my kicks where I can, living with Mr. Crazy, and these little skirmishes never disappoint.