Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 97696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
When I was sure she had her quota for the night, which meant my dick was raw, I slipped out of bed and headed to my office. This is the time of day when my mind starts to wander and shit, when I start thinking about the fuckery that was still out there. It’s also the time when I go digging into shit since everyone was in bed or in their rooms on the damn computer, and I was sure I won’t be interrupted or caught more like it.
I started by doing my usual spying on my kids shit. I give a fuck, they live in my house I watch their lil asses twenty-four seven. I put every kind of tracking device known to man on their computers, phones, whatever electronic bullshit my parents and Kat’s are always giving them like I’m running a fucking space program.
I have to keep an eye on Mengele and her shit, but these days my focus is mostly on Caitiebear-gotta see what that boy is saying to my girl. Who don’t like that shit can get fucked, invasion of privacy my ass. I’d rather invade my kids’ privacy than find them in a ditch somewhere. They want that much privacy they should buy their own damn place.
I’m fucked if I’m gonna be one of those parents on the damn news blaming everybody and their mother for my kids’ actions. If my kids end up fucked in the head it’s gonna be all on me, that’s what the fuck I signed up for when I knocked Kat’s ass up each and every time. Except for Hitler’s little henchman, with that one I don’t know what the fuck.
I tapped in the keys and waited. I don’t ever find anything that would make me lose my shit, always a bunch of high school fuckery, but today was different. The screen name was one I’d never seen before, don’t know why that should matter, damn girl’s always meeting some kid or another that likes to use my place as a depot between the school and their own house.
But something about this looked wrong, friendofAlice, weird fucking name. I opened it up and felt my blood go to zing. “What the fuck?” I was halfway out of my chair, not sure what I was gonna do, when she came bursting through the door. I shut down my comp and watched her as she came towards me with her laptop.
“Daddy!” She sounded not scared but close. I hadn’t even had time to wonder if she’d bring it to me. Her mother and I have drilled it into their heads a thousand times that if anything spooks them on line they’re to bring it to us, but you know kids, heads hard as fuck. “Yes baby what is it? She walked over and held the screen out for my perusal.
“I don’t know who that is daddy.” On the screen were the words I’d just read myself. ‘If you want to be with Todd I can help you…your parents don’t need to know. Meet me after school tomorrow by the old playground.’ That was all the shit said, I guess they were testing the waters.
“I’ll take care of it baby, did you answer?” She shook her head no and looked close to tears. The damn kid had only just settled down after the boy left two weeks ago.
“Okay go back to your room and don’t worry about it, but if you get any more messages from this person I wanna know about it.” She kissed my cheek the way she’s been doing since she was old enough to hold her head up on her own. “And Caitiebear, thanks for coming to me with this.” She gave me her mother’s smile before leaving the room. I was so proud of her for coming to me, but I couldn’t let on that I’d seen it already of course. Then she’d tell her mother that I was spying and Kat would dig into my ass with her shit.
There was no time to dwell I had to figure out what was going on. My first thought was the fuckers that had placed her in the middle of this trafficking shit, but lately that’s always my first thought. I went after the IPO and did an intense trace. It’s when I started hitting firewalls and the shit started bouncing all over the place that I knew I was on the right track.
“These motherfuckers.” I had to think, if they can reach her, then they can send anything through the damn computer. I know my kid doesn’t have anything sensitive on there, but what the fuck else can they do? “Mancini.” Smarmy fuck had given me his number a week ago after according to him he’d reassured himself that I was safe, crazy fuck.
“Lyon!” I rolled my eyes, something I picked up from my annoying ass wife, and if she did that shit to me for the same reason I was doing it to him then she had problems. “They’re after my kid.” I heard a noise like a chair falling back onto its front legs.
“Tell me.” I gave him what I had and he walked me through safeguards for the PCs. Lucky for me I already had half the shit we needed and what I didn’t have we improvised. He didn’t ask any questions about why I needed homeland security grade shit for my kids’ computers and I didn’t ask how his ass knew about the shit he’d just taught me. By the time we got off the phone, three hours had gone by.
If my wife or kids had come through that door in the last half hour they would’ve run screaming. I had no doubt my face showed every emotion I was feeling and none of it was good. How the fuck did they know the kid was gone? There was only one answer; somebody had eyes on my place. Now I have to worry about whether or not the kid was safe. Ain’t this a bitch?