Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
It’s strange how that works whenever we’re together now. We no longer have to tell the women to stay out of our shit; they just find their own corner out of our way and leave us alone. Not that I trust that shit, I think Mancini’s woman organized that shit.
I’m pretty sure she’d taught them that it was easier to play along than to fight us. Speaking of which, “You hear from Mancini lately Lyon?” I love the way his hackles rise whenever I mention the spook as he calls him, or the SEALs.
“Fucker, he keeps sending my kid shit to experiment with, thinks that shit’s funny because he doesn’t have to deal with the fallout.” He leaned forward in his chair, hands clasped as they hung down between his knees and all semblance of the carefree guy who’d just been sitting there was gone.
“I know we said we’d take it easy until the women all do their thing but I’ve been hearing some shit that I’m not sure is gonna let us do that shit for long.”
“What? What have you heard?”
“Well for starters, Cyrus, you remember him right.”
“Yeah, the old dude you and your wife brought home, what about him?”
“Well, apparently he still has some contacts, some old army buddies of his. It seems they’ve been doing some recon of their own and they noticed a trend.”
He looked around to make sure the women weren’t snooping in our shit. “It seems that these pedophile fucks are being released into certain states, to be more specific, they’re releasing them into places where nobody knows them, mostly the Midwest and places that are well off the radar.”
“No one asks too many questions because no one knows who these fucks are before they show up. We all know most of them don’t register so they’re just roaming around freely amongst our kids. Of the two that were in my backyard, only one we knew about. But after that shit went down with Catalina, Cy, Drake, and my father have been doing some digging and it seems there’s some truth to what the VETs had to say.”
“Does that tie in with the other thing you think?”
“I’m not sure, but if this shit falls under one umbrella and we already know there’re some heavy hitters involved, I think we might have a bigger fight on our hands than we thought.”
“Hmm, I think this is something we have to conference with the others about. But like you said, we have to let these women give birth in peace before we do anything else, we owe them that much. Plus, Mancini’s kid is about to drop in a month or so and you know he’s not going to do shit until that’s over.”
“Yeah, I just thought I should give you guys a heads up. I figured while I’m here we could make that call and see what these boys come up with. It’s a given I don’t want Kat anywhere near this shit, but if we go after them, they’re gonna come at us eventually. We’ve all got our places protected but we might need to up that shit.”
Fuck! Can’t we have a moment’s peace? If it’s not one thing it’s another. I know none of us thought that our little dustup in the desert was the end of it, but I was hoping that we could at least enjoy the birth of our kids, have at least a little time to get used to fatherhood before we had to go hunt down assholes again. My kid is barely an hour old.
He must’ve seen the look on my face because he clapped me on the shoulder. “I didn’t want to bring this shit to your door bro, but…”
“I understand. Life goes on.” I looked at my watch. “It’s too late or too early to call now so let’s wait until the sun comes up.”
“I’ve heard some rumblings too but haven’t been able to verify.” Creed was holding up the wall so he could keep an eye on his woman. “Your boy can be trusted I take it.” He asked Lyon who gave him a look that made Creed grin. “Looks like we’re gonna be in this shit for the long haul.”
“Yeah, but why our backyard?”
“Why not? We live in the kind of places the rest of the country hardly ever thinks about. Look at Quinn’s girl! Didn’t they grab her in a small town and took her all the way to Georgia to put her on a ship?”
“I guess I thought since that shit was personal, since it was the Fox coming after us that it would end there.”
“It’s a lucrative business, obviously somebody’s at the helm of this shit. Evil fucks; you cut one head off and there’s ten more waiting in the wings.” Creed huffed and went after another beer.