Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“You’ve got it, boss.” I wasn’t expecting there to be much, but I didn’t want her embroiled in this mess. I was sure no one else would dare enter the place since there was police tape all around it, but that never stopped my people from doing their job before.
I got off the phone and went back to the room where her mother and my sister were busy packing up. She’d hounded me all through the night whenever she woke up about letting Joy be more involved and doing things with her so that she didn’t feel left out.
I’m ashamed to say it never entered my mind that there would be any sort of problem, but she has a point. For a very long time, it had been just the two of us, Joy and me, and she’d be going off to college in another year, which was a big change as well.
But see, that’s why I love my woman; that’s the kind of person she is, selfless. I tried not to let anything show on my face when I walked back into the madness, but she was so preoccupied I needn’t have bothered.
I, too, got caught up in the happiness and excitement of taking our kids home and was able to put everything else aside for the time being. Tomorrow will be soon enough to go back to destroying the only two people who were left to deal with.
When I started this, I had no intention of anyone dying, but I can’t say that I’m too broken up about it. Whatever reasons he had, whether it was his mother’s influence or his own innate weakness, makes no difference to me, the end result was the same.
He'd hurt her, humiliated her, and damn near broke her with the shit he had done and allowed to do. She’d told me all of it, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that someone had dared treat her so horribly.
Deidre is a con artist, there’s no two ways about that, but the rest of them, Dan and his mother, had fallen for her bullshit and dragged my woman into it with them. I won’t let them off, even if they all die.
There was a lot to do to get my family home, so there was no time to dwell on outliers. For one, we needed a new car seat that fit three instead of two, so we had to wait for release until all of that had been taken care of.
The idiot doctor who told us to prepare for two didn’t face any consequences for making me have to wait to leave this place, but I’ll deal with her later. Right now, I just wanted to get them home where I know they’ll be safe.
It looked like no one had left the night before because the same faces were there when we finally left the room with the babies. I got my first taste of what my life was going to look like as soon as we stepped outside.
I’m not sure how people have been raising kids since the beginning of time, but my guess is that all parents, the ones who give a damn anyway, must live in constant fear and anxiety.
I almost gave myself whiplash as much as I looked around for any danger between the door and the car. No one else seemed to be as hyper-alert as I was, not even the men and women I paid to do this shit.
The babies each had their own detail, which their mother did not know about just yet because I didn’t want to deal with her shit right now, but even that wasn’t enough to put my mind at ease.
As if that’s not enough, my mind keeps getting ahead of me, and I find myself worrying about things that are years ahead. I guess I’ll have to read up on this crap and see if I’m the only one or if this is the norm. I’ll be damned if I’m going to ask the Doc, though.
Speaking of which, I called one of the women on my payroll and asked her to find something suitable as a gift for the Doc since I knew my girl wouldn’t see anyone else, no matter my grievance against the annoying ass woman.
Angel had already reminded me weeks ago about a push present for her sister, something I knew nothing about, but when it comes to buying gifts for my girl, I’m an expert.
The family that owned the vineyard where we got married weren’t exactly looking to sell but neither were they averse to it once they heard how much I was willing to offer, so now she owns her favorite place as a vacation spot.
She doesn’t know about it yet, though; I’m waiting for the right time to tell her once we get home. The ride home was uneventful, though I got a lot of flak for the motorcade that followed us back to the house.