“Jason? Is this true? Have you been afraid all this time? Is this why…?” He didn’t have to say anything more. Yes, it’s why as much as I love my family, and as protective as I am of them, I never let myself get too close. Why it always seems like I’m on the outside looking in.
I kept my head down, not wanting to look at either man. The shit was just too out there for me to deal with right now. “There’s nothing for you to be worried about or ashamed of. You’re perfect the way you are. You just happen to have a slight advantage over the rest of us when it comes to your abilities. I want to enhance them but not in the way your dad did.”
“What do you mean, Mancini? You’re not experimenting on my kid.”
“Which is it? Brother or son?”
“He’s fucking both, and I’ll end any fuck who thinks different.” Mancini actually grinned at this.
“I don’t want to experiment on him, note I said enhance. The kid’s not using all of his strengths right now; I want to bring them all to the forefront.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“Training, of course. Why do you think he’s so good at what he does? He doesn’t even know himself. With the right training, he’d be damn near unstoppable. His senses Gideon, are sharper than the average human’s. He has the ability to feel everything or nothing at all.”
I have no idea what the fuck he’s talking about, but the way Gideon was looking at him, I wasn’t sure he was long for this world.
Lyon
As soon as Mancini left the room, I looked for a quiet corner to get two minutes downtime. No one has mentioned anything about the stuff we’d learned here today; I guess the boys were still processing the fact that their lives have been changed in a second. I sat with my eyes closed, and my mind going to blank. I’m not thinking about the shit Mancini dropped in my lap, not right now, too much to take in at once.
The others were still looking into the new case Mancini had mentioned as a distraction, but I’m sure they all pretty much know what the hell is going on there. From the little bit, Mancini had all you have to do is follow the breadcrumbs, which is what I guess he has those two kids doing. As to what the hell was going on there, that too is very obvious. Someone was avenging some shit that these nasty fucks had done to either them or a loved one in the past.
I’ll just wait for the kids to find out who where and when to get involved. If this person, whoever it is, is just killing off pedo child trafficking assholes, no one is touching them, period. I’m more likely to give them a reward and shield them from the law, which I’m pretty sure will be the case with every man in the room.
I don’t mind telling you how pissed I am with this shit. It seems no sooner have we dealt with one of these assholes than two more crop up, like fucking two-headed snakes or some shit. I’m starting to wonder if the whole world isn’t made up of these sick fucks because they seem to be in every damn thing.
I’m getting myself all worked up for no reason, or maybe it’s so I don’t think about the heavy shit Mancini just dropped on all of us. Flanagan is still trying to calm his woman down, and she seems receptive after a while of him working his ass off, but I could’ve told him that that shit wasn’t going to last. Or maybe he knew since he was looking at her the way I do Kat when she or one of her spawn is up to some fuck that’s bound to get me fifty to life.
Mancini had the good sense not to tell her who exactly offed her mom when she asked because there’s a good bet she’d have been back on a plane headed their way. If I had any doubt about her ability to pin a motherfucker to a wall with an arrow before, seeing her in action as much as she tried to hide has wiped those doubts clean. She did it.
I was just settling into my two-minute power nap when I heard Logan from across the room. “Hold it! We’ve been in this room for hours; anyone thought to check in on the women?” There were a lot of grumbles and movement, and I popped one eye open to see each of them either fiddling with their watch, which seems to be the spy on your wife and kids device of choice, while some did the same with their phones and some had other devices. Amateurs!
I closed my eye with a slight smirk. I’ve known where Kat’s ass was every second since we got here. If she even moves from her chair, I would know. I like Mancini fine; the guy has come through more times than I can count. But there’s no way I’m trusting my woman’s safety to anyone, especially in a strange place. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve been here or will be here in the future, anywhere that’s not my home is strange.
Elena and the pothead were out on the patio or verandah whatever the hell it’s called down here, along with Cy and my in-laws who I dragged here to get their old asses away from that death flu and whatever else these assholes got going on. They were watching Cody run around outside. The trips had worn their busy asses out on the flight so were fast asleep, Mengele was off somewhere corrupting these people’s kids I’m sure; not my problem.
Caitiebear I’m pretty sure was on her computer doing wedding shit since Todd the fuck was here with me and my three oldest boys so he wasn’t sniffing around her. Once the men found their women, they went back to brainstorming. Mancini walked back into the room, and I felt the air change. This fuck is always up to some fuck. I popped that eye open again and honed in on his slick ass.
“Jason and Track are on the right track, no pun intended, so now we can turn our attention to the next issue on our list.”
“And what exactly is that?” Creed asked as Arianna left the room, making a wide berth around Mancini who didn’t seem to care. Guy has ice in his veins. Then again, I guess he’d have to, to deal with this bunch.
And he expects me to do this shit in a year. People ought to do their homework before they go making offers like that. There’ll be nothing but dead bodies laying around messing with my ass. I don’t have the patience or that smooth shit Hank has to deal with assholes the way he does. And I sure the fuck wouldn’t trust the system that fucked up in the first place to fix shit.
“Our wives have been up to something for the last little while.” He finally got around to answering Creed. Every man came away from the wall with a ‘what now’ look. “Brandon, this concerns you most of all. I’m sure Law told you that your wife’s dad is running for president. It will be announced any day now. You may or may not know that she’s been trying to figure out how to get in contact with him.”
“My wife has been pilfering information from me to share with your wives, and they’ve come to the conclusion that they have to invite him here before he announces so the news wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. Right now, they’re in there trying to figure out the best way to go about it, but I’ve already taken care of it.”
“You just need to know that in a few days we’ll be having some very high powered company, make sure your wife is ready.”
“I’m sorry, but you made it sound like there was going to be a problem that the rest of us would have to deal with.” Connor is no one’s fool; I caught that one too.
“Not a problem per se, but this guy is going to play a very big part in what we’re going to be doing in the future. We don’t need the help and support of world leaders, most of them are scum, but some of them can be of use when we want to move in and out of their territories without too much fanfare. Lyon heads up; this is going to be your headache pretty soon.”