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)
“It’s in the bunny.” I snapped my fingers at the boys to get their attention.
“How do you know?”
“I know.”
“Ryder, does your ex have a bunny?”
“That old thing? Yeah, she’s had it since she was a kid. Why?”
“Where is it?”
“I’m not sure. She keeps it in a drawer with her lingerie or something if I remember correctly.” I looked at Tyler, who grabbed the phone to call Cord, who was still staked out at Ryder’s place, looking for evidence. Always follow your gut.
I knew as stupid as this girl appeared, there was no way some chick who had the fortitude to hunt down a motherfucker since her early teens and land him was all dumb.
We waited after Tyler made the call while my daughter, who may have just given us what we needed to bring down a trafficking ring, asked me about getting her a new American girl doll. My baby, fuck!
“Okay, baby, I’ll get you your doll. The same as the last one, or do you want something different?”
“The same is fine, Daddy. I didn’t want to get rid of her, but she’s all worn out.”
“I hear you, kid. I hear you.”
“Got it,” Tyler called out from across the room, and everyone looked alive going into action.
“By the way, I went on your little run. The car’s back where it’s supposed to be. Anything else you need from me?”
“No, Daddy, that’s it, thanks.” She sounded tired.
“Fine, now take your little butt to bed. Come at it again in the morning. And tell that old man to put down the pipe and take his butt to bed too.”
“Okay, Daddy, I’m tired. Grandpa Daddy said it’s time to go to bed.”
“Tell that boy I don’t answer to him. Gimme that phone.” Ah, hell, I know exactly what the hell he wants.
“Hey boy, did you meet Snoop yet?”
“Dafuq!”
“Tell him I want to challenge him. I’m no Bob Marley, but I can take that Willie Nelson chump any day.”
“Get off my phone, old man.”
“Fine, fine, but I need you to find me some….”
“I’m not bringing you any weed over International waters; what the hell is wrong with you?”
“But it’s legal, boy. You gotta get over your prejudice, kid. I don’t know where your mother and I went wrong.”
“You’re almost eighty and still getting high, and something is wrong with me?”
“Semantics, boy, semantics.”
“Bye, Pop, get my kid to bed. And what the hell are you two planning to do with that money?”
“I could’ve sworn I heard this conversation take place already between you two, so I’ll just remind you of what she said. She borrowed two hundred million from you, and you have that back. What she does with her profits is none ya.”
He hung up the damn phone. “I’m going to find a home in the coldest place in the world where they’d put you behind bars for life if you get caught smoking weed and ship that old man off to it.”
“And you wonder where your daughter gets her vicious mind from.”
“Mancini, do I look like I have fucks to give? Where’s the damn kid? Let’s go over this shit one more time.”
***
*Mary*
“Scott? What’re you doing here?”
“You had to have known I’d show up after that stunt you pulled. I was on my way here last night, but something held me up.”
“What stunt?”
“Oh, so now you’re going to pretend that you don’t know.”
“Would you stop talking in circles and tell me what the hell is going on?”
“I’m talking about this.”
He held a piece of paper out to me, and I had to hunt down my glasses in the kitchen drawer to see. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. It looked like some sort of contract.
“Is this a contract? Whose contract is this?”
“You really gonna go there, right? Well, pretending isn’t going to save you. You double-crossing bitch.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Who double-crossed who?” I looked down at the paper again, and even though I didn’t understand what I was looking at, I did recognize the name.
“Wait, isn’t this?” It was a name we always remembered; she was the first one, so it was hard to forget. Like keeping the first dollar you made after opening your business, you won’t so easily forget the name of the first person you trafficked for a hefty sum.
“What the hell is going on?”
“You didn’t do that?”
“Do what? What is this? And why is her name on this piece of paper?”
“Someone bought Ryder’s whole music catalog using this name. She’s been dead for three years; I thought it was you doing it, and so does the public.”
“What? Why would the public think that? I know nothing about music.”
“If you didn’t do this, then someone else we know did.”
“Is it Matt?”
“I doubt it; he’s got his hands full right now.”
“Wait a minute, has someone been threatening you? Trying to blackmail you?”