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“Mengele the fu…I mean what are you up to little girl?”
“Nothing daddy.” Nothing my ass! There were fumes coming out the beaker she was fucking around with. The pothead decided to give her a complete chemistry set and now I sleep with one eye open. The little shit scares me more than the fucks in the desert.
“I told you about lying to me?” She has this way of looking at me that makes me want to give her-her way in everything. “I’m not lying daddy, promise. Daddy can you get me some PVC?” That sounded innocent enough, but I’m not trusting that shit.
“What are you gonna use it for?” I folded my arms and waited for whatever was gonna come out of her mouth. Damn kid can twist the truth better than a politician. “Stuff.” What the fuck? I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose where a headache was just getting started.
“I’m not getting it unless you tell me what it’s for.” She studied me like she was the adult and I the pain in the ass kid. “Hmm, I’ll just have to ask somebody else then.” She started humming as she went back to her concoction. Shit, I have to put out a bulletin to everybody in the family. Fuck I forgot. Now she has a network of people she’d hoodwinked into buying her innocent act.
She’d worked the SEALs and their women when they were here for the holidays. Now she talks to them on the computer with the Face whatever the fuck. “Let’s go it’s movie night.” At least once a week Kat, and I along with the kids watch a show together. I’ve seen more brainless shit in the last couple years than I care to remember, but a man’s gotta do his part or he’ll get shit from the wife.
She sighed and mumbled some shit under her breath before putting away her little experiment. The way she moved told me that whatever the shit was it was dangerous. I’ll have to remember to toss the shit when she goes to bed later.
The others were already gathered in the theatre room with popcorn and enough candy to rot their damn teeth. “It’s your turn to pick the movie Catalina what did you choose?”
“SAW one through six.” She ran and jumped in her seat while the other kids groaned. I just looked at her while in my head I ran through all the facilities in the country that could do something with her before she ended up on the FBI’s most wanted list.
“Kat…” That one held up her hand as she tried to slide by me. “Mengele we’re not watching that, I thought I got rid of that crap.” I’ma sue the fucking credit card company for letting her order that shit. “Watch Cinderella or some shi…”
“That’s boring daddy, that’s for babies.” Why the fuck me? The others didn’t say anything because the last time they complained about her movie of choice, I lit into them for ganging up on my baby. Fuck did I know she was into this shit?
Now they were looking at me like this shit was my fault. I looked at Kat’s pregnant ass and my soul groaned. If even one of the triplets she was carrying turned out like this one, I’m not gonna make it. No fucking way.
I made her choose something else which pissed her off no end, but I’m accustomed to the females in this family being mad at some fuck any given hour of the damn day.
It sure did my heart good though that we could sit here like this. Little Cody was already in his crib asleep and the other five were glued to the TV. The only time the house was this quiet.
After the movie, I took Mengele up to bed because as usual, she fell asleep on the couch. I took my shower and locked up before heading upstairs to give Kat’s greedy ass her nightly dose so she could go off to sleep or stay up and read, whatever she was in the mood for. Pregnancy always makes her feisty and her pussy stays hungry. I’m not complaining though.
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?
