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 think we should get both.”
“Daf…no. Choose.”
“Well which is the best daddy?”
“Can we do this when I get back? I have
somewhere to be.” I guess she was happy with the fact that she’d backed me into a corner because she was happy enough to wait.
“Fucking females.” I muttered under my breath because I didn’t want to hear her ‘ooh daddy you said a bad word’ shit.
I was barely out the door when I heard her pestering her sister about some shit. Poor Caitiebear, she’s about the only one who has the patience to deal with her sister these days.
Even Kat’s been hiding out from her lately. Serves her ass right. I told her about fucking daughters and shit. Then I remembered that she was now carrying three.
“Fuck!” I put my head in my hands and said a quick prayer for peace. I’m getting too old for this shit. Nine fucking kids, I’m not gonna make it.
The pothead and his nosy ass wife were getting up there in age but they still hadn’t missed a step. I figure I come from good stock, good genes. A screech from behind the door soon had me rethinking that shit.
Sure as fuck Mengele would do me in sooner rather than later. I thought of the absurdity of the fact that I was thinking about this shit while on my way to fuck up some asshole’s shit for being a piece of shit.
Jared was already mounted up and waiting and the others were pulling onto my street as I pulled out of the driveway. I just followed since I didn’t know where the fuck I was going.
Like I said it’s been a minute since we’ve had an offender in the area. That’s due in part to the fact that we never let them hang around too long and they always know they’re not welcome.
I don’t give a fuck where they go, I have no tolerance and yes I do make their lives miserable as fuck. I have kids that’s enough for me to stay on top of that shit. Nasty evil fucks!
We left anything resembling streetlights behind and headed into the sticks ten minutes out. The houses were spaced apart with lots of acreage around each.
“Where this fuckwit live fuckthatville?” I asked Jared in my headpiece just as he made the turnoff down a long gravel drive that led to a nice size cabin.
The night had gone dark in the time it took us to get here, and the only light came from the moon which was playing peekaboo with the clouds.
The place felt eerie and isolated, just the kind of place you’d expect some asshole to reside in. I watched the windows for movement and saw nothing.
“Lights.” My boys were already dismounting and heading for the little rusty gate that led to the overgrown yard. Something in my gut was acting way the hell up. I didn’t get this far in life by ignoring that shit.
They stopped short at my order and soon the ground ahead of us was lit up. To the naked eye it might look like debris just strewn around, nothing to worry about.
To me, the shit looked like a setup. “That shit’s booby trapped. Besides, our boy’s not home.”
“How do you know?” Jared came to stand next to me as we looked over the place.
“Unless he walked out of here, where’s his
vehicle?” I looked around at the vast expanse of land between this place and the main drag we’d just left.
“He could’ve parked in the back sure, but I doubt it, there’s no roadway back there. You see those pieces of plywood strewn all over the grass? Classic booby trap.”
“So what do we do?”
“We head back and learn as much as we can about this asshole before our next move.” I hated walking away but I wasn’t about to let my guys get hurt with whatever the fuck this guy had going on in his yard.
Chapter 8
By the next morning I’d all but forgotten about him because of all the shit I had going on in my house. Mengele woke me up at the ass crack of dawn with her shit.
Kat was miserable because one of our kids was currently living on her kidney or some shit and my boys were trying to tear my house off the foundation. Regular Monday morning fare in the Lyon household.
“Anybody miss the bus they’re walking.” Dead silence for a split second and then a stampede. The only one who was doing what they were supposed to was Caitiebear.
She was already dressed and ready, but her reasons for that shit was annoying. She was on the phone at six o damn clock in the morning.
“Morning daddy.” She smiled at the look on my face and came forward to kiss my cheek. She’s her mother’s kid, knows how to play me.