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)
“For fuck sake Mancini, you see what’s going on here? I’m pretty sure Roxy was on that boat, and Vanessa was flying the plane. If someone else put that arrow in that woman’s head, I’ll eat my shirt, so that’s Arianna; who do we have left? Tell me I’m wrong, that what I’m thinking is way out of left field, and the women aren’t involved in this shit.”
“Lyon, are you serious? Do you think they’ve been keeping out of shit this whole time like good little Stepford wives because we told them to?”
“Isn’t your woman a FED? She can’t rein them in?”
“You know damn good, and well, she hasn’t been anything more than a consultant for the agency since we moved to the island.”
“So what, she forgot all her training?”
“No, she just became the mother of a daughter, is all. That kind of changes your perspective on things. Besides, who would know better than her that the law doesn’t work for shit?”
“You knew, didn’t you? That they were getting into this shit. I thought we said after Sicily that they were done.”
“Is this the part of the program where you pretend you didn’t know and lay all the blame at my door?”
“Asshole! I know they’re into shit. I just didn’t know they had gone rogue.” He rolled his eyes at me, which meant he knew I was full of shit. Look, I knew from the moment I caught Mengele using her dog to spy that the women were sticking their noses in shit. I also knew that the more we tried keeping them out, the harder they were gonna try.
I stupidly believed that since they were on an island, miles away from the mainland and away from the worst of what we were dealing with, it was safe, and the worst they could do was eavesdrop on shit. I had no idea that they would go this far or that my wife would let our kid get involved to this extent.
“There’s no way Kat knows what her kid is up to.”
“If you say so. Personally, I think they had some kind of meeting and came to terms with what they have to work with.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that your wife is smart enough to know that she can’t stop Catalina, and she and her posse came up with the idea of containing her the best way they could.”
“You sound stupid as fuck. We’re talking about a ten-year-old.”
“She started when she was eight. Remember the senator’s aide?”
“Fuck me. I forgot that hump. Wait a minute. Back at Lorde’s, she wanted that chemical. She said something about no-contact assault. Who the hell is she after?”
“At this point, all I can tell you is to just be glad it’s not you or one of us.”
“Do you hear yourself? Do you understand what we’re talking about here? Our women and children are putting out hits and carrying them out.”
“Yeah, but look at who they’re taking out. Pedophiles and child traffickers. Don’t you think that they’d be just as pissed about that as we are?” This fuck. What I want to know is where Kat, with her twenty-eleven children, finds the time.
“Let’s wrap this shit up; we need to get back. I’ve completely lost the plot.” How can she be worse than her mother? I thought for sure Kat would be the one to do my ass in with her shit, but it looks like she’s left it up to her ringer. “Fuck my life!”
Chapter 81
*Janie*
I fell asleep sometime during the early morning hours, too exhausted from the long drive and everything else in my life to keep my eyes open. I awoke with a start just a few short hours later.
Everything from the last few days came rushing back to memory as the dregs of sleep and whatever dreams I’d had dissipated, leaving me alone and afraid once again. Last night had been brutal, all those people judging me, calling me names, exposing things about me I never wanted the world to know.
Someone had made a timeline of my life with pictures. From the first time I met Ryder to the day of our wedding. It caused a great stir in the comments; people were laughing at me, calling me pathetic as a light was shone on the truth that I’d gone to such lengths to keep hidden from the public.
There were things mentioned that even I had forgotten, but because of that shit, I was made to face ridicule, and now everyone was singing the same tune, and I was being painted as the villain while their precious Elena was the victim of my machinations.
No one seemed to care that I was in love with him, that I only wanted my piece of the pie. Why was that so wrong? I still don’t understand, and I guess I never will. I’m not some monster who set out to come between them; in fact, I never gave much thought to her or her stupid feelings once it became clear that I stood a chance.