Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
"Colt, I told you before, we can't hit them both at the same time it'll raise too many eyebrows. Everyone knows I blame the sheriff for not arresting Royce for the murders. If both he and Junior come up missing at the same time, what do you think's gonna happen? "
"How much time you plan on spending on this shit? I gotta head out."
"The fuck, you wanna do it now?"
"Well yeah, I'm here." This fuck!
"Colt, are you bent? I don't even know where this hump is hiding. I had to take time away from my shit to deal with that shit in the desert, so I'm behind on the asshole sheriff, and nobody knows where Junior's prissy ass has been hiding."
"So let me handle it. I told you this shit like a year ago, didn't I? If you'd let me take care of it then, we wouldn't be here now."
"That's what I'm saying."
"Creed…fuck, look you two, I said I'm gonna handle it." And so we went round and round again.
As if he had some kind of radar or worst yet, had my place bugged, Mancini called right in the middle of our little brainstorming session.
At this point, it had already taken me the better part of two hours to talk Lyon and Creed out of sticking their noses in my shit and was still at it when the phone rang.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to get it through their heads that this was something I had to do myself. Granted, we've all been watching each other's six for the last year or so, but this was different, this shit is personal.
So, when Mancini called, it was a nice break from the mental fuck that is dealing with their shit, because I was getting nowhere. Or so I thought. I didn't even get to say hello before he started in with his shit too.
"My ears are ringing, what do you people want now?" Slick fuck even sounds smooth when he's bitching. Probably sitting at home in a thousand dollars' worth of designer duds. Fruit cake.
"Ain't nobody talking about you spook, the fuck!" I rolled my eyes at Colt and pushed him out of the way to get him away from the phone, which I'd put on speaker.
"What's up Hank, how's Cierra doing? Is she about ready to drop the kid yet? I hear these women around here making noise about heading to your neck of the woods for the main event."
"Actually your wife just called to say she gave birth, congratulations."
I all but forget sometimes that the women had grown as close as they are now. Whatever one is up to, the others know. The only reason they weren't all here for the baby's birth is because he came early. Pretty sure they'll still descend in droves next week as planned.
We exchanged bullshit small talk for five minutes before Colt, and his impatient ass had had enough. I'm surprised it took him that long.
"You fucks don't have nothing better to do? I have to be on the road in about an hour to get back to my shit before my kid levels my fucking place." Whipped all to fuck!
"Your house is still standing, Lyon. I just spoke to Catalina about an hour ago."
"The fuck! What were you talking to my kid about?" I wonder how those nails were that he had for breakfast. This fucking guy!
"Stuff! By the way, do you guys know what your women are up to? What do they want with senator St. John?" We all looked around the room at each other dumbfounded.
"How do you know about that?" He snickered, which reminded us just who we were talking to and why that question was a bit pointless. "Let me rephrase, how did you find out about him?"
"Let's just say my wife likes to use my state-of-the-art equipment."
"And? You went snooping behind her?"
"It's my shit, now what gives? You can't tell me he's into any of the shit we're dealing with, I know him he's not the type."
"You know him?" Brand damn near jumped out of his seat.
"Yeah, we worked on a few things together, why? What's going on?"
"What did your wife tell you?"
"She didn't tell me shit. I just saw some cryptic notes which came back to your woman and his private number, which is not easy to get, I might add."
"It's your call, Brand." He didn't need me to explain. Since it was his girl, it was up to him whether or not he wanted anyone else involved. "Are you secure, Mancini?"
"What do you think, Brandon."
"Yeah, stupid question! The senator is my wife's father." We had to fill him in on the particulars, which lead to even more questions, and by the time we were through another hour had gone by. I was getting antsy to see my son, but no way was I going to say that shit out loud, especially not in front of Lyon. His ass!