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)
That's all there was to it. Mallory was to run our prey to ground, finish him and drop him off all in the time it would take the sheriff to get out here and back. That had been the hardest part, getting Junior close enough to town to do the deed.
But a beneficial phone call promising to help him with his quest to get rid of Law had drawn him out of his hole where Mancini had found him earlier. At this moment, Mallory was already on his way out of town with the two men his dad insists must shadow him at all times, with no one the wiser.
"Who's going to tell him?" Creed's question brought me out of my reverie.
"You scared?" I walked off and headed back to Law to face the music. No telling how he's going to react, but hopefully, after he's had some time to give it some thought, he'd realize that this was for the best.
He stood with his arms folded and legs braced apart the look on his face like he was ready for a showdown. I held up my hand for Creed to stop and made a detour to Dana-Sue. I whispered an order in her ear, and she didn't even ask me any questions, just walked over to her husband and placed the newly awakened baby in his arms — instant change.
His stance was much more relaxed, and he no longer had the look of death and destruction on his face. She walked back to her girls, and I continued over to his side with Creed in tow. "Good call Lyon, that boy looks mean as hell." He spoke out the side of his mouth.
"Who you telling?" We both stopped in front of him, and he looked from one to the other. I'd told his brother and cousin to stay out of the line of fire until I diffused the situation, but who knows how long that shit would take.
"Okay, Colt, what did you do that you had to have my wife bring my kid as a buffer?" He sniffed the baby's hair, a tiger bearded in his own den. I'm good!
"Your boy is no more."
"What do you mean?"
"We took care of that thing for you." He glared at Creed and me with murder in his eyes.
"Lyon, I told you…"
"Listen you hardheaded son of a bitch; if you did him, there's no doubt the law was going to look at you for it. You're already on the hook for his old man, the asshole law is stupid, but they're not that dumb to fall for the same shit twice."
I gave him some food for thought and waited for it to settle in. "And the sheriff coming out here?" Ah, he was finally catching on.
"That was part of the setup. We had Mancini lie and tell you he didn't find your guy, but in fact, I got the location and passed it on to my boy."
He looked around at my crew, who were off to the side talking to Clay and Brandon.
"Your boy, since your crew's all here, I'm guessing you mean Travis." I didn't answer one way or the other, the fuck; I'm no stooge. If shit goes south, I'll take the hit.
"I still don't understand what that has to do with the asshole sheriff showing up at my place."
"We got someone to call in a complaint to get him out here, knowing how much of a hard-on he has for you it was an easy guess, that he'd take the bait. We needed him to have eyes on you while the deed was being done so that there's no way he could pin this shit on you or your boys."
"He could still blame me for it…"
"No, he can't because the body will be waiting for him when he gets back to the station. Unless you can be in two places at once, it's impossible for you to have had anything to do with it. He saw all your boys here as well, so that takes care of that."
"Who called him off when he was here before?"
"That was Mancini, your lawyer." He didn't look too pleased as he glared at us before turning and walking away. I slapped Creed on the shoulder and went in search of my wife. It's time to head out before I get back home to who knows what the fuck.
Mengele's ass will be up to her shit if we leave her alone much longer since her grandparents' idea of reining her in is to let her do whatever the fuck. Anything to keep her happy and not blowing up some shit, or trying to slow poison someone's ass. My fucking kid!
Kat
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Hah, Colton Lyon thinks he's slick, but he forgot that I know him very well. I didn't spend the last eighteen years with him not to learn a thing or two. I knew when he sidled up to me this afternoon and sweet-talked me into throwing this impromptu barbecue that there was something more behind it.