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)
“Let’s get out of here,” Ryder spoke into the silence that had fallen. I looked towards Janie, not quite knowing what to say, but he made the decision for me. “Oh no, you’re not doing that. Some snakes strike twice.”
We left to the sound of her voice calling after him, and the thing that I thought would give me the most joy left me feeling hollow and tired to the bone. Maybe she’ll leave us alone and get on with her life. But I get the feeling that little girl is not going to let her rest for a very long time.
***
*Lyon*
“Flanagan, swear to fuck if you pace in front of me one more time.” He glared at me the way he’s been glaring at everyone for the last day or so. Mengele wasn’t answering the phone, so we still had no leads on where his wife was, and for once, Mancini seemed to be as much in the dark as the rest of us.
“Listen, I’d like to help you, okay, but the kid has gone dark. She’s not answering, and nobody on the island is talking.” Of course, only the women were left because Mengele had somehow got all her uncles off the fucking island. Even the kids from Cali were in the wind.
“Let me ask you something; how did three little girls get the jump on you?”
“Hey, your kid is numbered in that bunch, don’t look at me like that.”
“My kid was an innocent until she met yours.”
“Fuck outta here; with a mother like that, I’m calling bullshit.”
This is my life, arguing with another grown-ass man about whose daughter is more or less headed to the electric chair. I’m not too upset about Mengele playing hide and seek because I don’t want to talk to her any damn way. At this point, I’m just waiting for reports from my men wherever the hell she has them scattered.
Jared, her asshole of a Godfather, was only too happy to call me a few minutes ago to fill me in on her doings in New York. His pride and joy was giving me agita, and I was tired of reminding him and everyone else around here that the kid was ten.
Mancini, that fuck hasn’t stopped grinning since we got the report. “What dafuq are you so happy about?”
“What’s not to be happy about? Her mind is fucking gold. I knew she had it in her, but I’m still impressed. Imagine what she will be capable of in a few years, all of them. Flanagan stop stressing; if something was wrong with your wife, the kids would’ve let us know.”
“Do you hear yourself?”
“Oho, the Midwest capo dei capi is about to face off with the east coast don; I’m here for this shit.”
“Shut the fuck up, Lyon.”
“Hey, I’m just saying.” I held my hands up in surrender and grinned at Flanagan, who looked like he wanted to rip my head off. If I have to be stressed over my kid, I might as well have company, and he looked about as miserable as a human being could get.
Serves his fucking ass right. I warned all of them, and he, along with the others, was always quick to tell me to leave those kids alone. Now those same kids have him catching his ass, dafuq, I care. “I don’t see why you’re so worried; just listen out for the next news report about some human pinned to something with an arrow through their head.” If he could kill me, he would.
“Don’t mind him, Flanagan; he’s just screwing with you to take his mind off of what his kid is up to.” Just then, my phone rang before I could light into Mancini.
“Lyon, I’m returning your call.”
“Track, where are you guys? What’s up?”
“We’re in the desert.”
“What fucking desert?”
“Sahara.”
“What dafuq! What are you doing there?”
“We came to pick up a plant for the girls.”
“What plant?” My eye started twitching.
“Calotropis Procera.”
“Cali, who what? What dafuq does she want with that?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m almost certain it’s illegal in the US, but since we’re on the island….”
“It’s a plant? You went all the way to the Sahara Desert for a plant, and you don’t see a problem?”
“Look, she looked at me, okay.”
“She what?”
“You know, that look.”
“Mengele gave you puppy eyes and sent you halfway around the world. What about the others?”
“Jace and Little Jared are in Mexico, and Alex and Little Shane are somewhere in Northeast Africa.”
“Doing what exactly?”
“Plants, we’re all getting plants. They went after Oleander and something called Datura.”
“And what pray tell are these plants for?”
“Beats me; she said they would look nice in the garden she’s planning.” I hung up the phone on him because what dafuq.
“Mancini, what is Hitler’s youth up to with these plants, and don’t tell me you don’t know.”
“Plants? What plants?”