Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
He’s going to shit a brick when I tell him that he’s basically royalty. I guess the fact that he has almost as much money as Thorpe doesn’t register in his thick head since he rides a bike, fucking guy. I can’t wait to spring his heritage on him.
“Dafuq are you grinning about Mancini?” Fucker’s always watching.
“Oh nothing, where’s Catalina? I don’t remember seeing her when you all came in.”
“She hightailed it for your house when we pulled up, fuck if I know where she is. As long as you don’t have any explosives…”
“Ah, give me a minute.” Shit, I forgot I gave her access to the lab the last time she was here. It’s fine for her to be there, and I trust her to know what she’s doing, but she’s been gone for way too long. I pulled up the security monitor for the basement lab and saw her looking as innocent as can be as she sat reading something at one of the tables. I sighed a breath of relief, but her dad didn’t look convinced worrywart.
Lyon
There were a million fucking kids on this island, but my little angel was in a basement reading a book, and this fuck thought all was fine in the world, amateur. The men were already digging their teeth into the new case Mancini had thrown at them, but since I’m not much on grunt work, I stayed out of it.
If they needed someone to help this fuck off these dirty motherfuckers then I’m all in, but I usually leave the hunt to my guys who liked nothing better than sticking their noses in other people’s shit. But something about the hits made me suspicious.
I walked over to Mancini, who was still sitting behind his desk, fiddling around with shit. Who knows whose business he was sticking his damn nose into now. I haven’t thought about the shit he’d revealed though my sons seemed to be getting a kick out of it. I let them have the shit to read over along with Todd the fuck because it was giving me a headache.
I’ve never been one for organizations of any kind and have no interest. The closest I’ll ever get is organized chaos because that’s my fucking game. If these fucks are expecting me to sit at the head of the table handing out orders, they’re shit outta luck. There’ll be nothing but dead bodies spread out across this bitch if that day ever comes.
I didn’t think anything of it when Mancini called one of the twins over and handed him another folder, because I was thinking about my new suspicions. “Hey Hank, you don’t think ‘you know who’ is behind these kills do you?”
“No, because she and her family are already on their way here so she wouldn’t have had time to go down to DC and do the last job and get back in time to hop on the ride headed here. Besides, her thing is the bow, remember.”
It’s not even weird anymore that he knew exactly whom I was talking about. For someone who’s the complete opposite of my kind of guy, he and I seem to be more and more on the same page these days. As long as he doesn’t get up my ass about this elite group fuckery we’ll be fine, and I see no reason for our newfound camaraderie to change.
“Yeah, but who uses a stiletto anymore? And most of these victims are men. I don’t see that many men letting another man get the jump on them without putting up a fight.” He smiled at me like I was a toddler who’d learned to use the bathroom for the first time. “Dafuq is wrong with you?” If he opens his mouth about that elite group shit again, I’ma pop him.
“You make a good point.” Yeah, I’m sure that’s not what you’re thinking about. Before I could pound his ass into dust, I heard one of the twins call out to me. Aiden and Quint, the only two kids I allowed their mother to name and the only two whose names did not start with a C like mine because Kat was going through a rebellious stage, are also the two who are going to get into the most shit…except for Mengele, that is.
Come to think of it, their shit I can deal with. When they’re not trying to tag-team some female in my damn house, they’re fucking with engines and taking shit apart and putting it back together, all boy shit that I can somewhat handle. But the two of them look way too interested in this new shit.
I looked around to see Quint with a gleam in his eyes as he made his way towards me. His twin and brother in law stayed behind, but their expressions were hard to read. “What dafuq? What’s wrong with you?”