Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I took a quick shower and climbed into bed with my wife. “Colton?”
“Yeah baby go back to sleep.” I put my arm around her and pulled her back into my chest until she rooted around and got comfortable on my chest.
I thought I’d be awake all night but I was out in a
matter of minutes. Just the comfort of having her in my arms was enough to erase the horror for now.
In the morning I paid extra attention to my kids, held them a little longer before letting them out the door to get on the bus, then went back to my wife.
“You did something, what did you do?” This fucking woman is always in my shit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about lady. Waddle your nosy ass over to that chair and put your feet up.”
The best way to get her mind off of my shit is to piss her ass off. “I don’t waddle you beast.”
“Sure look like it from where I’m standing.” She flipped that shit on my ass.
“Don’t do that shit Kat.” I pointed at her as she sniffled and her eyes welled up with tears. “You know damn good and well I was playing come ‘ere.”
I pulled her into my chest and her son tried to pop me one for making his mom cry. That’s my boy. I had to placate his mean ass too. I kissed his head and hers and rolled my eyes over them.
“Do you need anything before I head out?” She shook her head against my chest and wrapped her arm tighter around my waist and I knew I wasn’t getting out of there anytime soon.
It did me good to spend the morning with the two of them, helped smooth out some of the rough edges and get the taste out of my mouth left over from the night before.
By the time I left she still didn’t get what she was after but she was no longer crying and my son was no longer giving me the stink eye. I’ma have to watch that kid.
I checked in with Drake to see how the little girl was doing and to learn whether or not they’d caught their man, which they hadn’t.
I hadn’t forgotten the other asshole I’d left in the warehouse but I was in no hurry to check on him. I hope the temperature reach a hundred and ten before noon and cook his ass.
My boys weren’t getting shit done at the shop and I couldn’t blame them. After dealing with this shit it usually takes us a few days to get our shit together.
“You boys wanna take a ride out to our place? I got
a hump that needs a work up.” No one answered and they were all looking at me like some fuck had happened that I didn’t know about.
“What? You tell me that fuck got away Jared I’ll shoot you.”
“Colt, have you seen a picture of these kids?” The fuck?
“Which kids?”
“The ones that were taken.”
“Not really no. It was dark in the hut last night and there was never a picture of the poor little one we lost. Why what the fuck is going on?”
“I think you should take a look.” What’s up with his squirrely ass?
He showed me his phone and everything inside me went cold. The coloring, both hair and eyes were all Mengele.
I felt my arms and legs start to shake and my head could’ve blown off my shoulders it got so light. I had to remind myself that these freaks usually had a type and this didn’t mean my daughter was a target.
Still that didn’t make me feel much better. I
wanted to head to the school right away and make sure my kid was okay. I could hear Kat’s shit about me overreacting so I satisfied myself with calling the school.
Once I was sure she was safe it was time to get some work done. A little before noon my phone started going nuts. Kat!
“What’s up baby you okay?”
“Uh-huh! Just saw you on the morning news. Quite the night you had there huh.” Well shit. I should sue those assholes for putting my face on their shit.
“I’m proud of you Colton, thanks for being such a great guy.”
“You’re welcome.” She’s not going to think I’m so great when the next broadcast is about me choking the shit out of that annoying ass reporter.
For the next few days it’s all I heard about. By then they’d found the half dead asshole that we’d released two days after taking him.
He might do a lot of shit in his future but since his dick was in a wood chipper there was no fucking way he’d be getting up to his usual.
He had no idea who’d mutilated him or so he’d told the authorities who found him in the field where we’d left him. I hope his friend sees that shit and knows what he’s got coming.