Lyon
Chapter 162

I’ve outsmarted Kat’s a*s all these years, her ringers aren’t going to get anything over on me. So far I’ve been lucky, they’re all good kidsand then there’s the little one.

I eyed the backseat to make sure Hitler’s youth wasn’t doing some shit back there that she wasn’t supposed to, before turning my attention back to my firstborn.

“How’s school going?” I addressed the question to both of them. Caitlin just shrugged but the terror in the back had a lot to say.

She had a tale for every damn day of the week. “They’re gonna put you away the next time you get caught doing that fucI mean stuff in their lab.”

I should be so damn lucky. F*****g kid is worst now that she has all these new uncles and aunts to spoil her demented a*s.

At least once a week there’s a Fed Ex truck in my driveway delivering something for her to tinker with, because the SEALs and their women are convinced she’s some sort of prodigy and keep sending her shit.

My a*s! I’m coming to believe more and more that Elena and her daughter in law are right. This one was sent here for the sole purpose of driving my a*s nuts.

What her mother hasn’t achieved in all these years, her little five year old a*s is trying her best to. It’s her smarts that scares me most of all. I know she’s got me beat and I’m no dummy. F*****g kid is going to keep me on my a*s for the rest of my life.

I hear other people bragging about how intelligent their little spawns are and I wonder if they sleep with one eye open like I’ve had to learn to.

I’m convinced though, that there isn’t another like her anywhere in the world. I’m already fearing her teen years and the kid’s not even six yet. That just goes to show what kind of pressure I’m under.

I listened to her rattle on and on while paying attention to the road and hoping we made it through dinner without any mishaps. F**k!

When she started in on the boyfriend shit I was ready to pull every damn hair out of my head.

“Catalina, how many times must I tell you? You don’t have a boyfriend, you can’t have one of those until you’re at least thirty-five.”

“Oh daddy that’s just silly. Mommy’s that age now and she has all of us already. Besides I don’t want to get married, I like all of them. Who’s gonna help me choose?”

That’s it, I’m sending her a*s to a convent in Switzerland. Preferably something far from civilization with high security because sure as f**k she’d escape.

She’d probably burn the shit down. Now she was on some shit about her sister having a boyfriend so why can’t she. I felt a migraine coming on and the evening hadn’t even started. F*****g Kat

I saw the boys coming up behind us on their rides and relaxed. Ever since I got tangled up with the SEALs and their fuckery I keep my kids and my wife under heavy guard.

If this shit goes on much longer I’m heading out on my own to end these f***s. Evil a*s fuckers! The SEALs had cleaned up some of the mess but there was still more to be done and the shit was taking way too long for my liking.

If that’s not enough I still need to go see about Law’s shit. That’s why I don’t have friends, they always have some shit going on.

The one good thing about all these new people in our lives is that Kat now has other women she can gab with all damn day and stay her a*s outta my shit.

Poor thing, I never allowed her to get close to anyone because I don’t trust people one f**k. At least with these women I knew she couldn’t get into shit because their men, like me, know how the f**k to train their women.

At least that’s what I’d thought in the beginning. But this bunch seems to be more trouble than Elena and her hen pack. F*****g females.

Mengele left off trying to send me to an early grave and moved on to her other favorite pastime, annoying the shit out of her sister.

“Catalina, stop kicking my seat please.” That’s polite. Too bad that shit don’t work on this one. “I’m not, I’m just swinging my feet. You’re just mad because daddy made you put away your phone.”

This f*****g kid! This is the reason why at least once a week I have to save her from one of her siblings. Her mind is exceptional but she still needs daddy to save her a*s from her brothers.

She poked her tongue out at her sister who turned around in her seat to glare at her. My sons had been on their best behavior a week ago, too excited about being out with their old man to get into shit.

The little beast on the other hand did everything you could possibly get up to in a damn moving vehicle. By the time we pulled into the restaurant parking lot I was ready to change states.

How can a five year old be this damneverything? I looked back at her and she was sitting with her hands folded in her lap waiting for me to come get her. This kid!

Poor Caitiebear jumped out of the truck like she was escaping Alcatraz and I can’t say that I blame her. Mengele had just spent the last ten minutes harassing her.

“Wait up Bear!” I know it pisses her off that I wouldn’t let her even walk across the parking lot on her own but f**k, if she knew half the shit I know she’d understand.

The hard part is that I have to keep them protected from even knowing the dangers that surround them everyday so they don’t know that that shit’s out there. It’s a vicious cycle.

Kat keeps telling me that I can’t smother them and yadda-yadda-yadda. But I don’t know any other way to be. There’s no manual for this shit.

Besides, I baby her a*s too so I don’t know what the f**k she thought was going to happen when she brought home girl children.

I let Mengele out the truck and she fixed her dress and patted her purse. I forgot to look for secret compartments in that shit.