Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Who is this?”
“Did you feel the prick in your arm when the gentleman bumped into you?”
“What? You crazy bitch, who are you? Wait, what bump?” The man on the street that bumped into me when I left the office. Is that why my head is spinning? “What did you do to me? Where is Jessica and my money?”
“She’s waiting for you in hell. See you soon, Jack.”
My hand went numb, and then the rest of my body, but my eyes remained open. I heard a noise at the door but couldn’t move my head in that direction. I was aware that I was drooling since I had no muscle control.
I wanted to scream when I saw the stranger who had bumped into me not too long ago standing over me. He got down low, so our eyes met, and I never felt such fear before in my life. “Who…are…. you?” My words were slurred and felt weird on my tongue.
“Lyon, don’t move.” He held my head in place and stared into my eyes, and everything went dark.
LYON
Fucking Mengele and her mind games bullshit. I caught her trying to talk that asshole Mancini into bringing her here to do this shit, and he was about to agree before I stepped in. Even her mother and aunts knew not to let her do this shit because they did not want to feel my wrath, but he’s a whole other breed of idiot when it comes to my kid.
She’s graduated to playing with people’s lives, something I wish she’d wait at least another ten years to do, but fuck it. She’d already worked on the chick. It was only when I got on the plane to come here that I realized the two of them had played me.
I looked up when he walked through the door. “You played me, you fuck.”
“Not me; take it up with your daughter. She wanted to see which of you did it best.”
“She does realize she’s sending them to their deaths, right?”
“Tell me, do you think she cares?”
“Is this what she was doing with the dolphins?”
“This, and the fact that they fight sharks.”
“What dafuq does she want with sharks? Did you fools get her sharks?” He clammed up the fuck.
“Did you put the tracker on him?” Mancini asked as I got to my feet.
“It’s in him, yes.”
“Cool. Jessica should be on her way as well. Let’s get out of here.” I rolled my eyes and stepped over the hump on the floor before following him out the door.
“Did she come up with this on her own, or did you guide her?”
“Nope, it was all her idea. She’s getting really good, don’t you think?” I just looked at him and kept moving. I’m trying to keep my kid as a ten-year-old, and this fuck is always looking for ways to give her free rein.
“When she starts testing her mind control bullshit on you idiots, don’t come crying to me.”
“She had to start somewhere. Let’s see how it goes.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. You don’t know my kid the way you think you do. If it works, she’ll do it all the time. If it doesn’t work, she won’t stop until she gets it right.”
“Nothing is going to go wrong; she’ll be fine. We have everything in place to make sure she’s taken care of. Besides, you’re here to help her along; she’ll be okay.”
Yeah, but she’s ten fucking years old. I’m now beginning to see why Char did what she did more and more. As an adult, I could do without this shit; as a kid, I would’ve lost my shit.
Even though my kid seems to enjoy pushing herself to the limit to see what all she’s capable of, I’m afraid of the day she regrets wasting her youth. That balance I’ve been fighting for since realizing that she was the one who inherited my shit is leaning more and more in the opposite direction these days.
It's as simple as that. I’m just a man trying his damnedest to give his kid the best childhood he can, knowing better than anyone else what’s going on inside her head. When my five-year-old started reading ancient philosophies and quoting fucking Sun Tzu, I knew there was going to be trouble.
That’s only one of the reasons I didn’t fight against the organization when Mancini came calling. I had no idea they existed before then or that it had anything to do with me because I’d learned over time how to quell my abilities so I could live some semblance of normal.
Mengele doesn’t give a fuck. She embraces it all. But I know she can burn out or, worse, lose her fucking mind. The only one other than myself who knows exactly what she is is the pothead; even she doesn’t know because I haven’t told her. But she knows that I know.