Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“I’m not lying daddy promise. Daddy can you get me some PVC?” That sounded innocent enough, but I’m not trusting that shit.
I’m waiting for the day she asks for a doll or something more benign than the shit she usually asks for.
“What are you gonna use it for?” I folded my arms and waited for whatever was gonna come out of her mouth. Damn kid can twist the truth better than a politician.
“Stuff.” What the fuck? I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose where a headache was just getting started. It only takes two minutes in her presence for that shit to happen.
“I’m not getting it unless you tell me what it’s for.” She studied me like she was the adult and I the pain in the ass kid. I forced myself not to swallow and not to look away.
“Hmm, I’ll just have to ask somebody else then.” She started humming as she went back to her concoction. Shit, I have to put out a bulletin to everybody in the family. Fuck I forgot.
Now she has a network of people she’d hoodwinked into buying her innocent act. She’d worked the SEALs and their women when we were together.
Now she talks to them on the computer with the Face whatever the fuck and the phone every other day it seems. And Mancini swears she’s gonna work for him some day. I’m fucked!
“You still haven’t told me what it is that you’re doing here. If you burn down my house it’s gonna be your little butt.” She drank the shit she was making and ran her tongue along her upper lip with a grin.
I grabbed that shit and sniffed it while eyeing her crazy ass. I don’t know what the hell she had in there, but I’m sure the people at Sprite hadn’t intended their product to do that shit.
“Let’s go it’s movie night.” At least once a week Kat, and I along with the kids watch a show together. I’ve seen more brainless shit in the last couple years than I care to remember.
The others were already gathered in the theatre room slash den with popcorn and enough candy to rot their damn teeth. “It’s your turn to pick the movie Catalina what did you choose?”
“SAW one through six.” She ran and jumped in her seat while the other kids groaned. I just looked at her while in my head I ran through all the facilities in the country that could do something with her before she ended up on the FBI’s most wanted list.
“Kat…” That one held up her hand as she stuffed her face with popcorn. “Mengele we’re not watching that. I thought I got rid of that crap.” I’ma sue the fucking credit card company for letting her order that shit. “Watch Cinderella or some shi…”
“That’s boring daddy, that’s for babies.” Why the fuck me? The others didn’t say anything because the last time they complained about her movie of choice, I lit into them for ganging up on my baby. Fuck did I know she was into this shit?
Now they were looking at me like this shit was my fault. I looked at Kat’s pregnant ass and my soul groaned. If even one of the triplets she was carrying turned out like this one, I’m not gonna make it. No fucking way.
Halfway through the first one the rest of the family was traumatized, myself included because, sick shit. But my little angel was glued to the screen, eyes wide like she was taking notes as she ate her popcorn one kernel at a time.
Lucky for us she fell asleep about three quarters of the way in and there was a quiet celebration from the others who wanted to watch the A-Team. They think those guys are like their new uncles. Boys!
By nine o’clock everyone was dragging ass. Yes, that’s what time most people in this burg hit the sack because there ain’t shit to do.
Unless you’re a teenager out tipping cows or some fuck, all illegal shit. Besides, when you’re a father of six, one of them a despot in training, your ass gets tired fast.
Before you know it it’ll be fuck this shit o’clock and the circus begins again. Kat was getting up to her whiny shit, moving from side to side like she was trying to find comfort.
“What’s the matter? I’m trying to sleep here.
Between your runs back and forth and your damn kids I’m assed out.” She rubbed her tummy and gave me a pitiful look.
“I don’t know. The girls are really active tonight.” Of course. I rolled to my side and put my lips to her whale of a stomach. I know the little shits can hear me.
“Hey, you in there, pipe down so your mother can go to sleep and I can get some damn rest.” Little shits aren’t even here yet and they’re already starting shit.