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)
“Yes they are.” And so were the other six. They’re all adorable before they learn to talk and move on their own. Fuck if I’ma say that shit out loud.
“Thanks for getting their bracelets so fast.” She wrapped her arm tighter around me and sniffed my shirt. If she only knew.
“No problem, it’s a tradition.” She hadn’t asked about Catalina’s abduction since we left the hospital. Not once I assured her that our daughter hadn’t been in the asshole’s presence long enough for him to harm her.
The fact that Mengele was up to her shit as soon as she got home went a long way to reassuring everyone that she wasn’t overly affected by the ordeal.
“But Colton, how come they all look like you?” Here we go. “The fuck you want them to look like, the neighbor?” Women! That shit cracked her up but I was dead ass serious.
“Seriously baby, how are you?” It felt good to have my woman in my arms again. I ran my hand down her back to her ass knowing I wasn’t gonna get any, but just loving the feel of her fat ass under my hand.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish Colton Lyon.” I kissed her hair and squeezed her. “I love you Katarina.” She lifted her head for a kiss. “Love you too!”
She was out seconds later while I stayed awake thinking about my life. Nine fucking kids. My ass was done at Cody or so I thought, but now I was starting all over again with three daughters no less. Four boys and five girls. Fucking Kat always have to one-up my ass.
Epilogue
Mancini
“Uncle Hank, can you get me some castor beans?” This kid, she keeps you on your toes; always up to something. Add the fact that she’s her dad’s carbon copy and well…
“Who are you planning to poison little girl?”
“Who-what? No one, what do you mean? I have to go mommy’s calling me. Coming mommy.” The little sneak hung up as I grinned.
I hung up on my end and called her dad. “Lyon, what did you do to piss off your daughter lately?”
“Which one? The damn place is crawling with them.”
“My girl.”
“Mengele? Nothing why, what did she say?”
“Well, she’s trying to get her hands on castor beans and knowing your kid as I have come to, there can be only one reason for that.”
“Fuck me, Catalina, get in here.” The panic in his voice cracked me the hell up.
“I’ll go and let you take care of that little issue. Call me if she drops any bodies and you need help with clean up. Then again you’re pretty good at that shit yourself.”
“Fuck you, I have to go deal with Hitler’s youth catch you later.” I hung up and went in search of my wife. Her new round tummy is my latest fascination and I’m secretly hoping for a little Catalina of my own.
Colton
“Which one of your brothers messed with you?” She came in the room looking like the most innocent thing in the world.
Kat and her fucking daughters are in a race to see which one can do me in fastest. Caitie is a whole new person with lip-gloss and bullshit and always on the damn phone with that boy.
The triplets are sneaky little fucks always lurking around doors with their six month old asses, and this one, she gets worse every damn day.
I’ve been letting her get away with shit for the last little while because of the incident and she’s been milking that shit for all it’s worth.
“Nobody messed with me daddy.” If her eyes got any wider they’d be saucers. I couldn’t tell her that her uncle Hank had ratted her out because she’d make his life a living hell.
The cold war has nothing on this kid when she has a grudge against you. The only one she doesn’t pull that shit with is me and her mother. The pothead bribes her to get her out of her funk, and Elena is still scared of her. Smart woman.
“What is it that you’re doing now?” I waited for whatever half-truth she was gonna tell me. She’s a fucking terror, she wouldn’t outright lie to me, but she still knows how to skirt the truth better than any of those fucks on Capitol Hill.
“An experiment.” Always a fucking experiment with this one. The last one almost took the house to the ground with her shit.
She told me after the smoke had cleared that she was trying to replicate, that was her exact word, somebody called Fat man and Little boy.
I didn’t know what the fuck until I was retelling the story to Logan and he explained that Fat man and Little boy were the nicknames of the first atomic bombs made in the U.S. Now this shit.
“KAT.” I told her to keep an eye on this kid or the next time I’m finding a reform school for her ass. I read all of Kat’s pregnancy shit over the years and nowhere in there did it say I was gonna have to deal with this shit. Where the fuck did this kid come from?