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)
“Tell me!”
“The women have been plotting to get in touch with the senator. Apparently they’ve been going around in circles without any luck for months until Mancini’s woman found a way. Since she’s a FED she has better resources, not to mention she’s probably using her husband’s shit to get info.”
“How do you know this?” This fuck actually blushed. “Never mind! What else did Ginger-Lee tell you?”
“They haven’t made any moves yet, but they got as far as his private number.”
“I knew some shit was up, I was actually going to bring it up today but I had no idea they’d got this far. Sorry Law.” Brand looked conflicted which was totally understandable. It’s his woman after all, and I know how hard it is to deny your woman something she wants.
The difference between his situation and mine is that his father in law is worth knowing so there’s no reason for his wife not to go all out to meet him. While I’d like to throw mine off a damn cliff and piss on his ass on the way down.
“Nothing to be sorry about. It just means we have to get our shit done sooner rather than later. Who knows how long we can hold them off now that they have the info.”
“Am I missing something? Why can’t she contact him?” Creed looked from me to my guys with a frown on his face.
“Well for starters, there’s still a lot of shit going on around here that we need to get settled before we can go inviting someone of his caliber into our midst.”
“Like what?”
“Are you serious Creed? Where’ve you been the last year? You forget the raid in the hills not long ago? The raid that I still don’t know what the fuck went down with you, Colt and Ty and that Stockton dude?” The two of them looked at me like that shit didn’t happen.
“So what you’re saying is that she can’t contact her dad because of a bunch of sheet wearing assholes?”
“It’s more than that and you know it.” It’s not like we haven’t all shared our own personal shit amongst each other.
We’d gotten rid of one thorn in our side with the Fox, but there was still a lot of shit on all our plates. The SEALs were still hunting down the men who’d killed their CO, I still had Junior and the sheriff to deal with, and Lyon had his new shit. Creed is the only one whose shit was pretty much done.
“So let’s put this shit together, what’re we looking at?” Lyon prowled around the room in that way of his, like a panther about to strike. “These boys were just telling me about your little bird that got away again. You sent the asshole bigot packing but we all know he’s probably back in those hills starting his fuckery again. What else?”
“The sheriff, gotta get rid of his ass somehow. Once I take care of those three things I’m pretty much in the clear, but we can’t have any loose ends if we’re going to invite the senator here.”
“Have you ever thought of going to him?”
“Thought of that Creed, but that would mean Brand and his woman going it alone, not gonna happen.” We’d played around with that idea a time or two. Having Brandon and Illyana hop on a plane and head down to DC while the house was in session, but I didn’t much like that idea.
It wouldn’t make sense for all of us to head down there en masse, and no one wanted to be left out, no one was willing to let those two go it alone, least of all me. So the only answer was to get him here somehow.
“What about neutral territory? Have him meet us somewhere away from prying eyes?”
“You know a place big enough to do that shit Creed? I thought at least here we’d get some privacy if we handle shit right. The whole idea is to keep this shit under wraps.”
“You ever thought of asking Mancini to use his island? You can’t get more private than that, and we’ve all been there before so there’s plenty room for all of us. We can use the guise of a vacation if anyone sticks their nose in.”
“He’s about to have a kid, no way he’s gonna take his woman on a plane in her condition and you know he’s not leaving her behind.”
“So we wait until the last kid’s born and go from there.”
“That’s the whole point Colt you fuck; the women might not wait that long.”
“Damn, my boy Ty is right, you’re some bitch made motherfuckers. You trying to tell me you can’t control your women for a coupla months?”
“Colt, you’re so full of shit! Your woman’s got you wrapped up tighter than a babe in swaddling.”