Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
"Okay, so the way I see it, you need to strike and strike fast. The sheriff isn't so much of a problem; it's this Jr. guy that's the hold up since you can't get a bead on him. Give me a few, and I'll get back to you on that."
"What are you going to do? No one touches him but me."
"You need to find him first, you fuck!"
"Shut up, Colt!"
"I'm not in your neck of the woods Law, so there isn't much I can do, but I can locate him for you."
"How do you plan to do that?" Another snicker came over the speaker.
"I have my ways. I'm out catch you later. Wait for my call." He hung up, and for some reason, the room felt lighter.
It's strange the effect this guy has on all of us, something I'd noticed not only with the SEALs but with Lyon as well, as much as he protests each time the man's name is mentioned.
As someone who doesn't share our military background, a relative unknown, he'd fit right in with the rest of us and truth be known, has been the one to open many doors that would've remained closed to the rest of us no matter how hard we tried.
I'd say him, and Lyon were both great add-ons to our motley crew of ex-military men who had yet to lay down the sword. Truth be told, I never expected to face as much shit on my home court as I had out in the field. If not for these guys banding together, there's no telling how any of this shit would've played out.
"Okay then, I guess we'll wait and see what he comes up with." I addressed the room at large. Lyon looked at his watch and bitched under his breath before heading for the door.
"I gotta make a call. Fucking friends and shit!" He slammed out the door with his miserable ass, and I looked at his boys, who just shrugged and grinned before following him.
"Brand, I guess you can tell your girl we're working on it." I was actually glad for Mancini's help there; I wasn't too jazzed about making her wait to contact her father after all this time, that shit must've been hard on her. After losing my dad, I now understand fully how important that relationship is, no matter how old you are.
"I gotta go see my son; you fucks done for the day? Clay, you cool, or do we need to save your ass from Ginger-Lee again?" Seems like we have to do that shit at least once a week. She's done everything but shoot him since she moved here. And since news of her pregnancy broke, his ass has become even more of a shipwreck.
If Dana Sue is a pain in the ass, his woman probably invented that shit, and she seems to take pleasure in teaching the other women around here how to perfect the art.
"I'm good! Her pregnant ass can't get around as well as she used to." Of course, we degenerated into talks about the women and their shit as usual before we trooped out of the room one after the other.
Law
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My house didn't look much different than when I left it hours earlier. The women were still gathered in the living room, but someone had been to the kitchen because lunch was on the table. There was no sign of the sheep, so I'm guessing the wives had taken care of it.
"Is he asleep?" She still had the baby bundled up in her arms like it was the middle of winter. "I just fed him, but this boy doesn't like sleep it seems like. He's been staring wide-eyed at everyone and everything for the last half an hour."
Probably for self-preservation, poor kid. I reached for him, and she grudgingly gave him up after fussing at me about how to hold his head the right way. He looked up at me with my eyes, and my heart melted. Fuck me; I'm so done!
Is this how my dad felt the first time he held me in his arms? Did his whole world shift too. Did he think of all the things he had to do to make my life better? How could something this small pack such a punch? I knew without having to be told that my life was no longer my own. Whatever his mother, the sneak hadn't already taken was now his.
She was right about his eyes; he stared up at me with a steady look as if studying me. "Hey, big guy, daddy's here to save you." I kissed his forehead and went back to perusing the room.
"Where's Lyon?" He and his wife were nowhere to be seen. I was sure he wouldn't just leave out without saying bye, so he had to be around here somewhere.