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)
But as long as they’re in my house with their mother and sisters I’m not too jazzed about letting the outside world in. Shit doesn’t make any sense.
Kat with her know it all ass says I’m being too sensitive, but again, she doesn’t know half the shit I do. And I know for damn sure the predators are using that online shit to look for prey.
With each passing year there seems to be something new you have to look out for, especially if you have kids. Things keep changing and not all of it for the better.
The assholes that be don’t seem to realize that the more technology grows, the more ammunition they’re giving the criminal minded among us. As a dad I have to stay ten steps ahead of that shit.
I don’t teach my kids to be kind to everyone and I sure as fuck don’t teach my daughters that be polite to stranger’s bullshit.
I teach them not to fuck with any motherfucker that I didn’t approve while teaching their brothers
how to protect them until I get there.
Chapter 7
Dinner was as to be expected, noisy and messy. I had the whole family at my table and I knew from the way the women were situated that some shit was going on.
When my niece kept going on and on about driving lessons while my sisters, mother and wife kept staring at me, I got the drift.
I gritted my teeth, clenched my fork and kept my head down. No, just fuck no. I cut into my steak like it was on the operating table and took ten minutes to chew. I’m concentrating on my food, don’t say shit to me.
I wonder who taught these women that the dinner table was the best place for an ambush? “So Colton what do you think?”
“What do I think about what Elena?” That piece of meat was almost as pureed in my mouth as Cody’s nasty ass baby food. I got a pain in my gut but refused to rub it.
These fucking women have given me ulcers, I’m
sure of it. I cut another piece of meat and the whole table got quiet. I could feel their eyes on me.
Even the pothead, Drake and Cy were looking at me now. There was no point in trying to get help from that corner. I know from experience that their balls were long gone too.
“About Caitlin getting her permit.” My eyes went to my daughter and it was the excitement in her eyes that made me bite back the words. I’m gonna cry any second now.
Why is everyone in such a hurry for my baby to grow up? A car means independence. It means she can drive around on her own with her little friends…
I felt an attack of some sort coming on. But the kid had that hopeful look in her eyes. “I don’t see why not.” You could hear a pin drop for the first thirty seconds, and then the smiles and congratulations started.
“But I’ll teach her.” And here we have the groans. I know that they think they know me, because I caught the head shake between my wife and the other females at the table.
That meant, don’t say anything now let me work him later. Her pregnant ass can’t get up to too many sex tricks to make my ass stupid so good luck with that.
The rest of dinner was passably pleasant if you don’t count the noise level. At least my eldest had a smile on her face and not that teenage frown that makes me nuts.
Then she had to go and spoil it. As soon as she could be excused she jumped up from the table with the announcement that she had to call Todd and tell him.
Her cousin jumped up with her all giggles the two of them and I wanted to shoot myself. Why the fuck does he need to know what’s going on in my house?
“Catalina and I are going to be busy this summer.” The pothead filled the void. He was high as fuck as was evident by the stupid look on his face.
“Oh, what’re you two going to be doing?” Elena looked at me with a smile like she thought I’d set that shit up.
“Well, we’re going to be experimenting with the
cannabis plant and working on a cure for some lesser ailments. I don’t want to say too much yet. But with my experience and her brain I think it will be fun.”
Questions started flying around and I was sure my wife at least would nix the idea of her five year old daughter having anything whatsoever to do with weed no matter in what capacity. Fuck me I was wrong.
“That sounds amazing dad, do you really think she can handle something like that?” What the fuck?
“Kat?” I gave her a look after hissing her name.