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)
“She’s your kid.” Yeah, but I was never as fucked in the head as she is. Fucking Kat fed her that shit in her breastmilk or some shit.
How had my life come to this? I glared at Mancini, who had his head buried in that damn magazine.
My shit was fine until he showed up. Ridding the world of assholes one day at a time was working out for me on my own with my little crew of misfits; now, this one has been hunting down these things that call themselves human on an international scale. Has it only been four years? Fuck, feels like half my lifetime has gone by messing with this fool.
“What is she planning to do to the kid since you know so much?” Come to think of it, everyone else on the island answers to me, but my kid goes to her Uncle Hank instead of coming to me with shit unless she wants to annoy me when she’s pretending to be a ten-year-old wanting to do little girl shit.
“She didn’t say, but I imagine it has something to do with his image. Think about it. His ex-wife is in the hospital supposedly; no one knows that they’re divorced, not even her, and pretty soon, the world is going to know that he’s back with his first love. People can be fickle; the same people who have been clamoring for years for those two to get back together are the same ones who would vilify them for getting back together now. But that’s only part of it. I think she has it in for that Mary person.”
My kid, aside from being a mad scientist, is the most diabolical strategist the world has ever produced. I try to keep up with her mind, but I guess it takes another nutjob like Hank Mancini to understand her bullshit.
“You gave her the money already, didn’t you, you fuck?”
“Lyon, the money is there for the squad to use when necessary; she’s part of the squad, isn’t she? So why can’t she have access to the funds? Would you deny one of the guys if they asked? You wouldn’t even question what they needed it for because you trust them.”
“Fuck you. She’s ten.”
“Yes, and she’s smarter than all of us. Well, maybe not you, but you know what I mean.” This asshole is always trying to play me.
“Where did she send that girl?”
“She didn’t tell me this time.”
“I’m calling Russo.”
“He won’t tell you either.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because he works for her, not you. Leave those kids alone. Haven’t you ever heard that kids are the future?”
“Aha, so the truth finally comes out. You came after me to get your hands on my kid.”
“She wouldn’t be who she is without you. If Char had brought you in when she was supposed to, you wouldn’t have been any different from the way Catalina is now. In fact, you would’ve been worse, so stop pretending and let the kid do her thing.”
I hate that he knows me so well; it means I can never win a damn argument. I don’t even feel sorry for these Hollywood fucks that she’s about to unleash her shit on. Serves them right. “Well, since you two made this deal without me, leave me dafuq out of it. I got better things to do with my time. And I’m getting back to it now.”
In the last couple of days, when the boy wasn’t shut up behind closed doors with his girl, we’d been working him like a mule. Saunders really did bring in some coaches to train him because what he was about to do was not child’s play, and he could lose his life if he wasn’t careful.
The men and women he had to deal with would most likely die before they let themselves be exposed, and now that he knows the truth, as a layman, it might be hard for him to keep that truth hidden when facing those people. The good thing is the kid wants to make things right; in fact, he’s in more of a hurry than the rest of us are, which is a good thing.
It bothers him, as it should, that his name and image were used to traffic young girls into a life of hell. If it didn’t, I would’ve let Mengele have his ass and done my own thing getting those kids back, but since he’s so full of remorse, even though he had nothing to do with it, I’ll let him live.
Whatever else these people have going on ain’t got shit to do with me. Mancini can deal with the fallout. But I won’t be trying to save any of those fuckers from my kid. I’ll just take a page out of Mancini’s book and watch the fireworks. “You know what her motto is this week?” I thought his nosy ass was reading?