Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
We reached Trey’s car and got in with him and Jilly upfront and Gigi and me in the backseat after loading our luggage in the trunk of his GMC truck. I was about to say something when something exploded as soon as he turned on the truck, and my mouth was filled with little pieces of crap.
“What the hell is going on?” Jilly for some reason, started laughing her ass off and shaking her head while Trey and I were furious. “Alyssa did this. I don’t know how, but I’ll bet my last dollar my child is behind this.” I looked at Gigi like she was nuts as Trey pulled out and drove to where his brother was waiting for us.
Brian took one look at us and rolled down his window. “Alyssa!” The three boys seemed to be on the same page as their mother. My eldest daughter-in-law was the only one with any sense.
“I don’t see how. She’s miles away from here.”
“Her husband has more money than the national deficit. My money is on them.”
“Well, shit! She’s crazy as it is; the last thing we need is her going rogue with all that money behind her.” Cameron didn’t seem too bothered though his ass was covered from his head to his chest, which was as much as I could see.
“I think what you all should be worried about isn’t glitter.”
“What do you mean, Penny?”
“This is your sister we’re talking about. Dad, I think you can forget asking these people about your car, knowing her it’s probably up a tree or in a swamp somewhere. Let’s hope she didn’t booby trap the houses.”
Well, that put a damper on everyone else’s mood and we stayed there arguing the logistics of whether or not my daughter had been responsible. “I’ll tan her little hide but good if she’s behind this.”
“No, no one is doing shit to my sister.”
“It was just a joke, Brian. Calm down; she’s my daughter, after all.” These boys act like she’s more theirs than mine.
“She’s not answering me. Jilly?” Trey asked his wife to check, which she and my other two daughters-in-law did.
“I’m not blocked.”
“Me neither.”
“Nor me.”
“So it’s just us. Daisy, why don’t you call her and…”
“Nope, nope, I will not betray her trust like that. You’re on your own, Bri. I’m not stepping into the line of fire.”
“Damn, that’s cold.” The others looked at their wives, but they pretended to be interested in something else.
“So no one is going to do anything?” I asked since, at this point, they know their sister better than anyone else.
“What can we do, Dad? If her husband is backing her plays, the only thing we can do is keep our heads down until she gets it out of her system.” Brian answered.
“Damn, and here we were, worried about Denny being a simp and not being able to take care of her the way we do. Now she’s brought in the big guns.”
“It’s not going to be that bad Trey.”
“Are you serious, Penny? Her twisted mind and his money are not a combination we want to fight. That’s all I’m saying.” They started bickering amongst each other while I was trying my best to convince myself that my kid was not capable of such things.
I still went ahead and complained about my missing car, which started a whole investigation.
It was only when they claimed that their cameras had malfunctioned for a period of time that I started to think that maybe the others were right and my daughter had used her husband’s money to somehow sabotage the rest of us.
I tried calling her, but my calls kept going to voicemail, and my texts weren’t being delivered. You’d think I was calling her to yell at her, but I know that that never worked in the past, and it wouldn’t now. I just wanted to know what else we had to look forward to.
At this point, I wasn’t mad; I figured the car would show up somewhere because who in their right mind would destroy an eighty-five-thousand-dollar car? It was not until we pulled up to my place and saw that it had been cordoned off that I started to change my mind about that. We all got out to see what the hell was going on, and my first thought was that someone had died.
There were people in hard hats milling around the house when we got there, and I started yelling at the guy who looked to be the one in charge when he asked who we were. “This is my house; what the hell are you people doing?”
“Sir, I’m sorry, but you can’t enter.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Your home has been condemned. Didn’t your wife tell you? You have a flea infestation that our exterminators claim there’s no help for.”
“A flea infestation? What the hell are you talking about? I only left here a few days ago, and there was nothing wrong with my place.”