“I told her not to turn on the jets calm down.”
“When her little ass drowns in that shit they’re gonna haul your ass outta here in cuffs.”
Damn kid likes to fill my Jacuzzi with bubbles and turn the jets on, which only fucks that shit up. I set the tray down on her lap after finding it under her mountain of belly and tits. She shoveled the first bite between her teeth and hummed. Greedy fuck!
Chapter 11
I got Mengele out of my bathroom half an hour later before she drowned and walked her to her room. “Daddy it’s cold.”
“Use your bathroom next time and you won’t have to walk through the AC.”
Her damn mother has the thermostat on permafrost because hey, no one else’s comfort matters in this bitch and I dare any one of them to say shit.
She hid in the closet to get dressed while I sat on her bed trying to find the right words to tell her so she would go to sleep without worrying about her little friend.
She came back in her cute little girl pajamas, face freshly scrubbed and bright eyes. This kid in no way looks ready for bed.
I patted the mattress and she climbed in with a secret little smile. I knew that shit did not bode well for me and I was right. “Read me a story daddy.”
The fuck! She reads better than me and have made a point of not wanting anyone to read her shit because she’s a big girl. She’s taking lessons from her mother.
“Mengele…” How the fuck do you tell your kid you’re not reading her a bedtime story? “What do you want me to read?” Swear to fuck I’m gonna find my balls come tomorrow.
That smile grew wider and she hopped down to go to her wall of books. She came back with a fucking tome. I looked at the cover and it did not look like light reading.
“The fu…what is this Gravity’s Rainbow?” I read the back cover and got it. World War two Germany. “Catalina go grab a book.” Just looking at the first paragraph was enough to make my eyes bleed.
She mumbled and groaned and came back with a much smaller book with a bigger meaning. Archibald Frisby is a book about a kid who likes science, but whose mother wants him to make ‘real’ friends and do kid shit. This kid.
I read her bullshit story, which she fell asleep
halfway through, but I got the gist. My scary ass kid is setting down the gauntlet. I brushed her hair back and kissed her brow. Knowing that even though we didn’t have the talk, she’d gone to sleep knowing her daddy was here.
Back in our room Kat’s feeding hour was over and she was on her laptop. I knew from the look she gave me I was about to catch hell for some shit or the other and braced myself.
“Did you know about this?”
“Know about what?” She turned the screen towards me and I leaned in close to read. The fuck!
“Who the fuck is this hump?”
“That’s Catalina’s teacher, we keep in touch online you know that.” I should go strangle this heifer. Why would she tell her this shit? I rubbed my chin to buy some time.
It’s one thing to keep shit from her, and another to outright lie. She always catches my ass anyway. “I didn’t think you needed to know that morbid shit at this time.”
“Well what have you told Catalina about this?” Just right to the point. That’s what happens when
your woman knows you too well.
“Nothing yet, the others already know the truth, but I don’t think she needs to know this shit. You know how her mind is.”
“I don’t know Colton, I think she’s gonna hear it sooner or later and I rather she hears it from us. I know you think you can control everything but you can’t.”
“Kat she’s five fucking years old. You want me to tell her that some fuck raped and murdered her classmate, what the fuck!” I’ma kill this motherfucker for this shit alone. Asshole!
“No, but we have to tell her some version of the truth. If she hears it somewhere else it will be much worse.” She was using that calm therapist voice like she was facing down a wild beast.
“I’m not telling her that shit. I’ll think of something but not that. It’s bad enough that her brothers and sister know about that shit.” Why does she always make me feel like an ass?
“Colton, honey, come sit.” She patted the mattress pretty much the way I’d done with the kid. I glared, she lifted her brow. Her pregnant ass is
walking a thin line.
“What do you want Kat?” I refused to leave my post and her ass got huffy. “Are you going to tell her or am I?”
“You tell my kid some shit I don’t want her to hear we’re gonna have a problem.”
Her sighing shit don’t phase me one fuck. “Colton, let’s be reasonable. Didn’t your parents tell you things when you were young? No one kept you in a bubble I’m sure, so why do you want to do it to our kids?”
“You won’t even let poor Caitlin have a sleepover with her friends.”
“Now that’s a lie. I said her friends could sleep over here but she can’t sleep at their homes.”
“Does that make sense? Why would the other parents agree to that? Why should they trust us when we so obviously don’t trust them?”
“Didn’t we have this argument already? I give a fuck who likes that shit. My kid isn’t sleeping nowhere but under my roof; what the fuck.” She regurgitates shit more than an anaconda.
“I cannot wait to see how you handle college.” Is she trying to make me nuts? “Why don’t you take your pregnant ass to sleep?” Crazy lady gave me the finger. “Do that again.” I moved over to her side of the bed; she just laughed at my ass.
“Get away from me you freak.” I couldn’t tackle her the way I usually do when she gets frisky so I resorted to underhanded tactics.
“Ooh that’s just mean.” She now moaned in between raucous laughter and tried clamping her legs around the hand I had covering her pussy from behind.
“You gonna behave? Huh?” I bit into her neck, marking her and she cooed at me. Now instead of trying to keep me out, that top leg went up and she gave me free access.
“Mouth!” She turned her head and accepted my tongue while I fought to get my dick out of my jeans and shorts so I could get to her. I sank in deep and held still, letting my cock throb and leak pre-cum into her.
With her pussy and mouth stuffed her ass can’t snipe at me. If I do my job well enough her ass would go to sleep when I’m done and I won’t have to listen to anymore of her shit for the rest of the night.
I squeezed her tit gently as I fucked into her and felt warm milk run down my hand. I released her lips and licked my hand clean before working some maneuvering tactics to get her tit in my mouth.
Her pussy clenched and released around my cock faster and faster and I was just in time to cover her mouth with my hand before her screaming shit alerted the masses.
“Damn Kat, keep it down.” I held still and tried to calm my breathing so I could listen for any movement outside my door. Fucking kids!
“If you can’t keep your ass quiet I’m gonna pull out.” She growled at me, reached back and grabbed my ass and pulled me back into her.
I held her tummy protectively and fucked into her until she came on my cock. “Can I get mine now greedy?” Like she gives a good damn. She nodded her lying ass head and pushed her ass back to get more cock.
“That’s my girl.” I wasn’t going to last much longer anyway. Arguing with her sassy ass always gets me going.
“Hold on.” I got to my knees, holding her leg up while I planted one knee between her spread thighs in the scissor position so I could fuck deeper into her pink pussy.
I got her close again and stopped. “Colton why’d you stop?” I got your ass now. I gave her my most evil grin and she knew what was coming. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh yeah.” I slow fucked her, bringing her to the edge and pulling back while she tried trapping my dick inside her hot cunt by clamping down with her pussy muscles.
“Oh no you don’t.” She tried to gut punch me but since
I had control of her leg and her tummy was in the way she couldn’t reach.
I kept up my slow torture until my nuts drew up and I was ready to blast off. I pulled out just when she was revving up again and came all over her tummy. Boy was she pissed the fuck off.
“Get away from me.”
‘That mouth is what got your ass in trouble in the first place, keep that shit up.” To add insult to injury I jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom for a towel to clean her up.
“Now take your ass to sleep.” If looks could kill she’d have buried my ass a long time ago, I wasn’t even worried. Just to fuck with her I kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
“Sleep tight.” She threw a pillow at my ass because she always have to get the last word in. I did my usual nightly walk through and head counting, ending back at Cody’s room.
I pulled the little blanket up over his butt and brushed my boy’s hair before leaving the room, leaving the door half open so I could hear him. Like the hundred and one monitors his mother has planted around the house aren’t enough.
I headed back to my study to finally get down to business. I wasn’t in there five minutes before the phone rang. “What’s up Jared?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
“What kinda problem?” Damn, when it rains it pours in this bitch.
“I guess you’ve heard about the little girl that was found raped and murdered. Well another child went missing, only problem, our boy was picked up for the first one and was behind bars at the time of.”
“What the fuck are you saying? There are two of them?”
“Looks like. I’ve got some shit you need to look at. There might be a connection.”
“Okay send me all you’ve got.”
What the fuck is going on? I waited for the email from Jared and took my time reading over what he sent. I didn’t like the picture that was unfolding before my eyes.
I can’t for the life of me figure out why these assholes won’t keep their shit outta my backyard and away from my wife and kids.
Somebody ought to take out an ad warning their dumb asses to steer clear of all surrounding states, because if they get too close there’s a good chance I’m coming for their ass.
I have no tolerance and no give when it comes to this sick shit. And since getting tangled up with the
SEALs and the others and learning that this shit is even worse than I ever thought, my trigger finger stays poised.
My kids have every fucking right to live in peace without worrying about these evil fucks lurking around. It’s my job to make sure they get that shit.
Fuck the law and their tied hands bullshit. It’s their job to protect the criminals, it’s mine to protect my own.
Chapter 12
I could hardly sleep that night, my mind wouldn’t let me rest. And maybe that’s what saved me from my wife’s wrath the next morning.
Instead of reaming my ass for leaving her high and dry over the breakfast table, she picked up on the fact that something was bothering me.
She reached over and squeezed my hand but instead of giving word to her thoughts just gave me a questioning look.
I shook my head and indicated the kids who were trying to out talk each other. “Caitlin put it away.” Her hand disappeared lightning fast beneath the table.
“I was just saying good morning daddy.” She’s trying to get this kid killed. I seriously tried to find justification for five solid seconds but the little shit hadn’t done anything worthy of a gutting. Other than robbing me of my daughter.
“Not at the table.” She’s so much her mother’s kid she left her chair and came around the table to
wrap her arms around my neck. “I’m finished with my breakfast so can I be excused from the table?”
“Sure, go ahead.” I only said that shit because her mother was squeezing the life out of my hand. “She’s gone you can let go now. Mengele don’t start.”
I saw her gearing up to start some shit like I asked her ass to co-parent. I was getting antsy to head out to take care of shit but I didn’t want to tip Kat’s nosy ass off.
I made my escape with the kids when they were heading out the door. I made sure the crew knew I was leaving a little early so they needed to have eyes on my house and jetted.
I called Jared and Tommy on the way to meet me at the shop for a little meet. The information Jared had forwarded needed immediate action.
From the way he’d connected the dots through our network it looked like we had two players in the game. Our local boy had met someone just as twisted as him on the inside and the two were working in tandem in my backyard. Like fuck!
I wouldn’t even ask how my people were able to
come up with this shit when the local yahoos with badges hadn’t, but I’m not too interested either way.
They damn near beat me to the shop and was waiting with coffee and attitude. “So, this kid’s been missing going on fourteen hours. The cops are stumped because their boy was inside when this one went missing.”
“And they haven’t made the connection between him and the other asshole?”
“If they have they don’t see the importance yet. Apparently just because his boy got out a few days after him and might be in the area isn’t enough for them to take a looksee.”
“And where’s our boy?”
“Well part of the problem is he’s not talking and they can’t hold him much longer so he’s gonna be sprung sometime tonight I think.”
“Let’s head inside I gotta think.” I think best when I’m working so I got down to it, working on a new toy for some fuckwit who’d seen one too many biker movies or TV shows.
Asshole’s probably gonna wipeout first time out
but that’s none of my damn business. I warned his ass when he placed the order and would do my best to make sure he at least gets off my lot in one piece. After that it’s his headache.
I played around with the predator shit in my head and kept coming back to one thing. He wasn’t talking. That’s nothing new. Most of these degenerates are tight lipped fucks.
All day, through lunch and up to knock off time, none of us could come up with an idea. We kept up with the updates on the missing child but there was still no sign of her.
“You know there are ways of making people talk.”
“If those good ole boys down at the station didn’t get him to talk what do you propose we do Jared?”
“Fuck if I know. I’m just saying there are ways. The thing is getting our hands on some shit quick before this kid ends up dead.”
We were hoping she was still alive and I refuse to let my mind go to what horrors she might be enduring while we sat there twiddling our thumbs.
I knew what we had to do, but it was going to take some planning. First we had to get past the booby trapped front yard, unless I found a way to get him to leave his house. Then to get him to talk.
It took five minutes at the dinner table with Mengele to get the ball rolling. As I listened to her instruct her brother on one of his school projects I knew if anyone would be able to help me she would. I don’t call her ass Mengele for nothing.
I waited until after dinner when she slithered away to her lab of horrors and cornered her. Just as I thought she was in there concocting some shit.
Jared and Tommy were doing surveillance on the hump’s place with orders to take him if he left the house. Not sure why the local badges hadn’t thought of that, but not my concern.
Of course they knew to follow him in case he led them to where the other asshole was holding the kid, but if he left to make a run to the store his ass was mine.
Now I stood in the doorway for a few seconds thinking over the move I was about to make. This shit could go south quick or it would open a can of worms I wasn’t sure I was ready to deal with.
Fuck it, no harm no foul. I took a deep breath and
stepped into the room. Her spooky ass didn’t even look around to see who was coming up behind her.
“Hi daddy.” Fucking kid!
“Mengele, I need a favor.” What the fuck am I doing? It couldn’t be helped, there was no time.
“What do you know about poisons?” Her eyes got bright and she perked right the fuck up as she put down the beaker and turned to face me.
“What kind daddy?”
“One that works fast, but doesn’t kill right away.”
She actually tapped her lip deep in thought. “When do you need it daddy?” What the fuck!
“Why you have some?”
“No, nana does.”
“Nana Elena?” She nodded her head. What the fuck is going on in this family?
“How do you know?”
“I saw it.”
“You what? Who showed you poison?” Do these fucks ever listen when I talk? How do they not know this kid?
“Nobody showed me daddy, it’s in the backyard.” What the hell is this kid talking about now?
“Come daddy I’ll show you.” I let her lead me out of the house to the truck after calling out to her mother that we’d be right back. I had to make a quick escape to avoid twenty questions.
I didn’t believe for a second that mom had poison in her backyard, but it never hurt to play it safe with this one. She played with her clothes and talked my ear off on the way to my parents.
We pulled onto the driveway and she stopped me halfway. “It’s right here daddy stop.” She waited for me to come around and get her before walking over to the hedge.
It was a plant, a very pretty plant. “The leaves are the best daddy.”
“What is this?”
“Oleander. It takes four days to work.”
I don’t even want to know how she knows this shit. I pulled my phone and called mom.
“Elena, did you know your hedge is a poison?”
“What?”
“This pretty pink flower, did you know it’s poisonous?”
“Where are you?”
“In your driveway.”
“Well what are you doing there?”
“Just answer the question Elena.”
“Your father said something about it once but I didn’t pay it no mind. I think you have to eat a lot of it or something like that.”
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