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)
“Hold him, I just changed him and fed him.” I passed Kat the baby. “You can leave now.” I sent the nurse from the room before leaving myself. “Colton what’re you going to do?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I left and headed to the nurse’s station. “I need you to make a note of what I’m about to say. I don’t know who’s in charge of discharges in this bitch, but my wife isn’t going anywhere after giving birth less than twenty-four hours ago.”
“I pay more than enough insurance that she could stay here for six months if she so choose to. And just so you know, my kids aren’t staying here without their mother so you tell whatever asshole did this shit to get fucked.”
I didn’t direct my words to anyone in particular, but to everyone behind that damn desk. I went
back to Kat and waited for the shit show to begin. Then the doctor came in not long after and assured me the triplets were healthy and there were no complications, so they only needed to stay a couple days.
“And that’s as long as my wife will be staying here.” This old lady likes to fuck with me. I think this is my punishment for not letting Kat get a male doc. She probably chose this hag on purpose.
“Mr. Lyon, Colton, we are not in the habit of keeping healthy people in the hospital.” She gave me one of her grandmotherly smiles and patted my shoulder.
“Your ear piece working?”
“I don’t use one sir.”
“You sure?”
“COLTON…” My annoying ass wife was about to reprimand me.
“You stay out of it.” The two women exchanged a look and I could see the doctor was trying to hold back her disrespectful laughter. That hand across her mouth couldn’t hide her shaking shoulders.
She’s not gonna find it funny when I bulldoze this
shit to the ground for them fucking with me. “How is it possible that you haven’t changed one bit in almost seventeen years? Never a dull moment.”
“Then you should’ve expected this.”
“Fine Colton, she can stay another day and leave with the babies. Does that satisfy you?”
“Works for me. Now go check on my kids and stop annoying me.”
She had a short low volume conversation with Kat before making her escape and even I have to admit that she’s excellent at what she does.
“Hey doc, thanks.”
“No problem Colton and congratulations again on your new family members.”
“I do have to say though, I still find it unfair that she does all the work and they all come out looking like you.” Well yeah, what the fuck!
“Go do your job doc and stop starting shit.” That’s all I need is for Kat to start with that shit. Like it’s my fault my kids look like daddy. The fuck she want them to look like.
Sometime around noon in between my rounds I got a call from an unknown number. “What?”
“Hello Colton, just wanted to let you know that the package was picked up.” What the fuck? It took me a minute to recognize the voice.
“Where is it?”
“I made a mistake and took it on the boat with me, the shit fell over. I wasn’t about to go in after it, not with the family of hammer head sharks circling below.”
“No problem these things happen.” He hung up the phone. This fucking spook. From that cryptic shit I took it to mean Mancini had taken the perp out to sea and fed him to the sharks. And people think I’m bad.
By the time I met up with Law, Creed and the SEALs, it was obvious they’d gotten the call as well. I had only one question. “Why?”
“He likes your kid.” That was all Tyler would say and I guess that was enough.
By the time I took Kat and my kids home the next day a lot had happened. The cops were at my door asking for a missing pedophile. Not the one who’d taken my kid, but the one I’d drugged, castrated and released.
Apparently someone had nabbed him. Luckily for me I was in the hospital during the time he’d gone missing. “I don’t know fuck and I give even less of a fuck. Now get off my property.”
I slammed the door in their faces and went back to my guests. “Okay, who did him?” I tried to remember who was at the hospital when because these fucks weren’t talking.
“We’re making brunch. Kat’s asleep and the babies are down for their nap.” Danielle interrupted our little gathering. By ‘we’ I guess she meant the hundred and one women that had moved into my house.
“Thanks Danielle, appreciate it.” My kids were on their best behavior, including Mengele. The house had been cleaned from top to bottom.
Like the cleaning service we use wasn’t good enough. But who was I to tell these women that they didn’t need to do the shit they were doing?