Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
“No, they’re staying on those kids for now. Besides, they’re heading that way soon for the concert as well. I’ll have them stay, but you two come back here for a day or so, see your women and kids, and then head out.”
It might not be anyone else’s cup of tea, but I prefer my men to stay on top of their families before doing anything else. I’m fucked if I’m saving the world while my own house is on fire, fuck that. Likewise, I make sure my men do the same. Otherwise, these women would revolt or some shit.
“Fine, we’ll be there in a bit. We gotta go pick up some stuff for the kids.”
“What stuff?”
“Pizza from Di Fara. How does Catalina know about that place? I didn’t think she spent any time in the city.”
“Her Uncle Gabriel must’ve told her about it; who knows, don’t get me involved.” I hung up just as Kat came waltzing in with her latest brood of nightmares, one on each hip. The twins were about ten months old and looked like they were ready for kindergarten already. For someone as tiny as her ass is, she sure does have some big-ass kids, at least the boys; the girls are always like little teacups.
“What do you want?” I know her face, and she looked like she was up to some shit. She plopped her spawn on my lap with a grin. “Here!” I looked squinty-eyed at my sons, Casey and Cade, who were always up to some shit themselves. These two could dismantle a room in sixty seconds or less before taking a break to get up to even more shit.
I keep shooting for a normal kid, but since Caitie Bear, all Kat’s spawn has had something wrong with their arterial flow above the neck. These two are going to beat Mengele to the prison door. I give them until about the age of five, no later than seven, before they do some shit that brings the law down on their ass.
I look at the other kids around here, granted they’re mostly girls, and none of them get up to the shit my kids do. Come to think of it, even my triplets, girls themselves, are criminals in the making. Then again, with Mengele as a big sister, they had to have some skill to survive her shit, so I can’t really blame them, I guess.
“I was thinking we should go on a cruise.” Her sly ass! She knows I feel guilty for leaving her for so long while I was in L.A., and being just back, I would be willing to give her the moon to make up for it. She forgets how well I know her, or she really thinks I’m getting too old to see through her shit like she keeps saying. Like, her ass isn’t getting older too.
“Kat, look outside; there’s a whole ass ocean out there with about six yachts parked on it; choose your pick.”
“That’s not the same, and you know it. You know I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise.”
“And I told you I’m not signing myself up for that shit. A week in the middle of the ocean with assholes I don’t know, somebody is bound to get thrown overboard; who’s gonna take care of you and your brood when they lock my ass up after that, huh?”
She pouted, but it didn’t work this time because I was too busy trying to keep her kids from pulling my face off to pay her much mind. “Casey, Cade, what are you two, cannibals? Stop trying to eat my face.” All the teething rings in this house, and my jawline is still their favorite thing to chew on, damn kids.
“But it’s on my bucket list.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s on my fuck it list, so no.” She paced in front of the desk back and forth, and my hackles rose. Here we go; my bullshit radar was zinging like a son of a bitch.
She really thinks that I don’t know her after all these years, but she’d be wrong. I know her every molecule. No wonder her kids are the way they are, sneaky little shits. She fed it to them in mother’s milk.
When she opened her mouth again, I knew that whatever she was about to say was what she was really after. After twenty damn years, she’s still trying to run game on me. “Fine, what about Disney? The kids are begging to go.”
Not this shit again. “I’m not standing online for two hours in the hot-ass Florida sun in the middle of hell week weather, so you can have two minutes of fun on some stupid ride; I can give you a ten-minute ride right here and now if you’d like. Besides, half your damn kids can’t get on any of the rides because they’re too short.”