Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
She walked in and climbed into the chair across from me with her tiny ass, her feet still not touching the floor. At least she wasn’t in my lap, so that meant she wasn’t about to annoy my ass. Then her mother walked in, and I wasn’t so sure. These two like to tag team my ass with their stupid shit.
“What do you want, Katarina Lyon?”
“What? I can’t just come say hi to you?” She walked over and kissed my cheek before taking a seat.
“Mommy’s probably here to talk about the wedding, so let me go first, Daddy.”
“Go ahead.”
“Daddy?”
Fuck! “Yes?”
“I wanna jump out of a plane.”
“Okay!”
“COLTON!” Kat had perfected the art of screeching.
“What? All the shit she does, and this is what scares you? Go ahead, baby, I’ll set that up for you.”
The way she smiles when she gets her way. Nothing makes me feel better than giving my kids what they want. Though with Mengele, it’s a toss-up. At least this time, it was something normal. Her damn dog showed up at the door, and she climbed down from the chair and went to follow him from the room.
“What’s she and that damn dog up to?”
“I wouldn’t know. Colton, you know, no is a complete sentence. You can try using it with her sometimes.”
“Why, if I say no one of these fucks around here will do it anyway, so what’s the point?”
“I thought we moved to this island for peace and comfort; she seems to be getting worse since we came here.”
“Don’t talk about my kid, Kat.”
“Your kid? So, she’s yours today, huh!”
“Was there something you wanted, baby? Cause I don’t trust you either.”
“Me? What have I done?”
“All of you women are sneaky as fuck. What did she and Russo send to that woman?”
“What woman?” Her eye started glitching. That’s her new trick. When she wants to get out of something, she starts twitching her damn eyes at me.
“You need a factory reset or some shit? I can help you out with that.” She smacked me on the shoulder.
“Caitlin is getting restless. I told her you’ve taken care of everything, but she won’t relax.”
“That’s why I said, just do that shit right here and be done with it.”
“We can’t because Alex and Cassie are getting married in France as well; that’s why everything is so chaotic.”
“You people are the damn authors of chaos. One wedding was too much, so you decided that planning two was a good idea. What is it that you want from me?”
“Talk to Caitlin when you get a chance. You’re the only one who can get her to calm down.”
“Where is she?”
“That’s why I’m here. I think her sister and grandfather gave her something; she’s been acting weird.”
“What do you mean gave her something?” She mimicked smoking, and the tic in my jaw activated.
“Where are you going, Colton?”
“To kill the pothead and send your daughter off to that MCS school in London.”
“Now, Colt, you wouldn’t do that to those people.”
“Yeah, you’re right. She’d have those people retiring at thirty.” Fuck!
JESSICA
I woke from the strangest dream I’ve ever had, only to realize that it wasn’t a dream. I was still lying on the cold floor, my head still felt like it was filled with cotton wool, and my chest was about to cave in. From the smell all around me, I was sure I had soiled myself, and I just felt all around miserable.
My phone rang as if on cue and I rushed to answer as everything that happened before I fell came rushing back to me. I fumbled with the phone before answering as quickly as I could. “Hello!”
“Who?”
“Gilbert Charleston Wallis…. Hello, hello, are you there?”
“One minute, I’m checking the information.”
“Where’s the antidote?”
“In the bedroom, but so is the snake. Good luck.” She hung up on me again. “You bitch!” How much time do I have? Where in the bedroom? And where is the snake? I had trouble getting to my feet and fell twice before I was able to.
I still have no idea what happened or even how it happened. I hadn’t eaten anything since walking through the door. Was this like the time I shit myself at work? No, this felt even worse than that. I needed to jump in the shower to get cleaned up, but I only had minutes to find the antidote.
I crawled out of the bathroom on my hands and knees because my head was still spinning, looking around for the snake. It wasn’t hanging off the door like it was before and it was nowhere in the living spaces that I could see.
She’d said it was in the bedroom. Wait, how did she know there was a snake in here or where it was? The feeling of eyes on me was more disconcerting than anything else that had happened thus far.