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)
If that’s not enough I still need to go see about Law’s shit. That’s why I don’t have friends, they always have some shit going on.
The one good thing about all these new people in our lives is that Kat now has other women she can gab with all damn day and stay her ass outta my shit.
Poor thing, I never allowed her to get close to anyone because I don’t trust people one fuck. At least with these women I knew she couldn’t get into shit because their men, like me, know how the fuck to train their women.
At least that’s what I’d thought in the beginning. But this bunch seems to be more trouble than Elena and her hen pack. Fucking females.
Mengele left off trying to send me to an early grave and moved on to her other favorite pastime, annoying the shit out of her sister.
“Catalina, stop kicking my seat please.” That’s polite. Too bad that shit don’t work on this one. “I’m not, I’m just swinging my feet. You’re just mad because daddy made you put away your phone.”
This fucking kid! This is the reason why at least once a week I have to save her from one of her siblings. Her mind is exceptional but she still needs daddy to save her ass from her brothers.
She poked her tongue out at her sister who turned around in her seat to glare at her. My sons had been on their best behavior a week ago, too excited about being out with their old man to get into shit.
The little beast on the other hand did everything you could possibly get up to in a damn moving vehicle. By the time we pulled into the restaurant parking lot I was ready to change states.
How can a five year old be this damn…everything? I looked back at her and she was sitting with her hands folded in her lap waiting for me to come get her. This kid!
Poor Caitiebear jumped out of the truck like she was escaping Alcatraz and I can’t say that I blame her. Mengele had just spent the last ten minutes harassing her.
“Wait up Bear!” I know it pisses her off that I wouldn’t let her even walk across the parking lot on her own but fuck, if she knew half the shit I know she’d understand.
The hard part is that I have to keep them protected from even knowing the dangers that surround them everyday so they don’t know that that shit’s out there. It’s a vicious cycle.
Kat keeps telling me that I can’t smother them and yadda-yadda-yadda. But I don’t know any other way to be. There’s no manual for this shit.
Besides, I baby her ass too so I don’t know what the fuck she thought was going to happen when she brought home girl children.
I let Mengele out the truck and she fixed her dress and patted her purse. I forgot to look for secret compartments in that shit.
Chapter 2
In spite of all my rumblings, I’m proud of my kids. As a father I’ve learned that it pays to pay very close attention to them and the way they handle things.
I don’t want them growing up to be assholes that I have to be ashamed of, so I try, along with their mother, to teach them values and shit.
I noticed that no matter how bothersome her little sister was, Caitie always treated her with the care of an older sister. Kid has class.
It was the same with the boys. They knew to look out for each other and to protect their sisters and mother, especially when I’m not around.
All in all Kat and I were doing a good job. Of course I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat when I think of the three little ones she’s carrying.
Please don’t let them be like Mengele. I won’t make it past their first birthday if they are. I watched her now as she walked next to her sister who took her little hand in hers.
How easy it is to forget that she’s just a tiny little thing. That mouth of hers and that intelligence scares the hell outta me. But I’ll protect her with everything in me ‘til the day I die.
She’s gonna need it, because swear to fuck she’s gonna stay in trouble. I’m convinced of that shit no matter what her clueless mother says.
I walked behind the two of them into the restaurant and you wouldn’t believe they’d just been at each other’s throats.
The night didn’t turn out to be the fuckmare I thought it would be. And by the end of it I was glad we’d done it. Nothing got blown to shit and my little princesses were on their best behavior throughout.
Mengele was the perfect little angel according to the server and a few of the other patrons sitting nearby. She sure did put on a show, which had my boys laughing their asses off because like me, they knew different.