Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
But it’ll be the day when Kat’s spawn can get one over on me. As soon as I saw the pattern, I knew something was up, and the little sneak had orchestrated it all perfectly. She knew my hands were tied because as long as she, her mother, or her brothers and sisters were not in any danger, I wouldn’t leave the job to come back there to deal with her shit.
Note, I haven’t even entertained the notion of having my guys do it for me because I know they can’t, and I don’t want to weaken morale among my men by putting them up against a force they can’t beat. Fucking Mengele: I don’t know what the hell Kat was eating when she was lugging that one around in the womb, but she’s built differently.
“Oh, last I saw, they were going to test out their new armor. I think they came up with the right combination of spider and worm silk mix.”
“What the fuck are you now? A fashion designer?” He laughed his ass off because, like all the others, he knew that I only get agitated when dealing with my kid. Everything else, I’m smooth sailing, but I don’t trust shit when it comes to my little darling.
“What do you mean testing it?” Mengele had Mancini that fuck import a whole-ass Korean woman to work on making silk for Mengele. Not just any silk, mind you. She had somehow figured out that silk when woven the correct way, was stronger and offered more protection than Kevlar.
But that wasn’t enough for my kid; oh no, she didn’t want just silkworms, which she has a whole damn colony of on the island that she’d talked her idiot uncles into importing for her, but she’d gone and found poison spiders as well because according to her, their silk was even better.
That poor woman has been working on that armor for a good year or more at this point, and I’m staying out of it. Last I saw, Mengele had brought the whole damn family from Jinju with the help of Mancini and had them breeding worms and spiders and shit to work on her crap.
I’ve stayed out of it because what dafuq, but maybe I should’ve been paying closer attention. “How is she testing the armor?”
“Huh?”
“You said they were testing the armor. How are they doing that?” My eye started to twitch. Fuck me!
“Um, shit, I don’t know, that’s all they said. Besides, your dad is with them, so there is nothing to worry about.”
“Bruh, how long have you known my dad? The pothead lets those little girls run circles around him because he can’t be fucking bothered. Are you kidding me? Go find them, and for the love of fuck be careful.”
I hung up the phone and grinned. “That wasn’t nice.” Nosy-ass Mancini was pretending to be playing with one of his many gadgets but was, in fact, listening in on my conversation like I invited him in. “What’re you talking about?” I put my feet up on the desk and folded my hands behind my head.
We’d landed not too long ago and were in the safe house, making sure everything was in order before making the first move. “You just set your guy up. You know exactly what they’re doing.”
“It’ll serve his ass right if one of Lily’s armor-piercing arrows hits him in the ass. He’s supposed to be keeping an eye on them.”
“You can’t blame him, Colt; you’ve seen how Catalina gets around them. It’s hard for them to see her as anything other than your adorable little girl when she puts on that act of hers. What do you expect them to do? They spend their whole lives protecting women and children, remember?”
“Listen, I’ve been warning you clowns for years; not my fault you never listen, so don’t give me none of that shit. My kid is a con artist. I have a whole damn list hanging in that conference room with shit to look out for when dealing with her ass, but to a man, all of you still fall for her shit. By the way, where did she get those automated men?”
“Don’t look at me like that; it was either them or live targets.”
“Li… do I even want to know?”
“Not really, one day, it was her older brothers, the twins, and the next, it was whatever criminals we caught. Count your lucky stars that I was able to talk her into going with this instead.”
“Your wife, the FBI agent, does she know that you and my daughter be planning massacres and shit?” He didn’t have anything else to say; he just gave me a smirk as he tapped away at his little screen while I went back to thinking. Mengele didn’t get rid of almost every man on the island to practice her armor-piercing shit; she’s definitely up to something, but what.