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)
I’m the only one who seems to have any real control over mine, since she knows that unlike my brothers, my bite is worst than my bark. She hates getting her ass beat for anything other than pleasure, and trust me she knows the difference. The rest of them don’t dare lift a finger against theirs since they’re all breeding. It’s funny as hell watching the theatrics. The punching bag in the workout room is damn near falling off its chain these days. Fucking women are more work than an Op.
I have no doubt that I’ll soon have to come up with an alternative punishment for Susie, as soon as I plant one in her, or two. And after last night I think that time might come sooner than later.
She was ripe for a good hard fuck, no doubt about that, but it was her mind I’d been more concerned about than her pussy. I’ll make sure her pussy can take the pounding I need to give it in order for me to get off. But I’m not willing to take chances with her heart and mind. She’d done so well the night before that it gave me hope that we were making great strides there, much sooner than I’d expected for someone with her penchant for rebellion.
“Well what is it this time? What can they possibly be up to over there? They haven’t been off the grounds, and no one has been here except the little Chinese lady who did their nails before we left, so what now?” Connor glared across the yard in frustration.
I felt his pain. As much as Susie minds me, when she gets with her sisters she can still be the same hardheaded pain in the ass she was the first day we met. It’s a wonder she doesn’t stay tied to my bed twenty-four seven as much shit as she and her sisters get up to. I guess we have to cut them some slack, it can’t be easy having their wings clipped, having to stay behind the compound walls all the time. But regrettably there was no other choice.
“Are you serious Con? They have a black Ops officer in their ranks now, and with the shit they pull we’re damn near outnumbered.” Devon finds great joy in the fact that the women keep us on our toes.
“Vanessa’s ass better be watching my kid and not getting into shit over there. I’ve told her a thousand fucking times.” Ty snorted at Zak’s rant. We all knew Nessa was gonna do what she wanted, as long as there was no danger, or she perceived there to be none. We also knew that Gabriella was more often than not the ringleader. Logan knows it too and it makes him nuts.
“They called Lyon’s place, probably to pump his woman for info. Good luck with that.” Lo walked away from the window still diddling with his little spying device. I’m not sure if the women knew we had them under twenty-four hour surveillance and that all the houses and whatever technology was inside, were tapped in some way or the other, including their asses. Vanessa might suspect, but I’m not sure if she knew for sure.
The lock on Susie’s new waist chain had a nice little chip in it and we were seeing about getting some stuff down to Law and Creed’s places for their women. Those men have been so caught up in other bullshit that they hadn’t even had time to think about such things, except for Lyon. Him, I’d like to know who his connection was, because that boy had some Grade-A shit. Fucker needed it. He got himself a battalion over there with all those kids. Shit makes me break out in a sweat.
“Didn’t we tell them to stay the fuck away from this shit?”
“Chill Zak, they could’ve been catching up.” Quinn is damn near clueless when it comes to these women, could be because they see him as their little patsy since he lets them get away with shit when it’s his turn to ride herd.
“My ass, they wouldn’t need a lookout if it was anything that innocent. Isn’t the kid supposed to be keeping an eye on them, keeping them out of trouble?”
“Sure Ty, he can control them about as much as the rest of you can.” Which would be not at all. “Now can we get back to work?” I’ll have the truth out of Susie in five seconds flat. Since no one was bleeding and nothing was being blown to shit it could wait, this couldn’t. The shit was fucking with my program. It had to stop.
Everyone took their places again spread out around the first floor room we’d turned into a command center for now. Until two days ago the old man’s home was still the way he’d left it; no one wanted to touch a thing. I think though none of us would admit it, we each believed that leaving this place the way we’d found it kind of kept his memory alive. Sort of like his presence was still here in some small way, looking over us the way he’d done when he was alive.
But since this whole mess had started, since we realized how deeply involved the CO was, we knew that we’d have to tear the place apart if we wanted answers. Now we had Candy set up in the trailer on site doing office work because we couldn’t risk having anyone else here but us.
“We’ve got to do something. This thing has snowballed way beyond anything we were expecting. We’re catching at our own asses looking for answers, but we’re getting nowhere. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I don’t like playing catch up with these fucks and I’m tired of feeling like we’re under siege here.”
We’ve been going through everything the old man had left behind looking for any evidence of whatever it was that Mancini had hinted at. After getting back and doing our own search on the guy we’d decided as a whole that he could be trusted, though what information could be found on him still left a lot of unanswered questions. It just meant that whatever he was into, whatever organization, had to be top secret like we once were.