“Don’t fucking care, as long as someone kills fucking Morpheus.”
“Can I ask you a question without you getting pissy?”
I narrowed my eyes at my son. He didn’t look anything like me except for his eyes. Gray in color, and hard as steel. How those fuckers couldn’t see the psychopath behind them only proved how fucking stupid they were.
“Tread carefully,” I said as I leaned back, waiting to see what kind of bullshit came out of his mouth.
“How is Sylvia St. James running the show? The woman is fucking ancient.”
“Because she has the resources, and now that everyone knows she’s still alive, their focus is on her. She wants the kids. We want the Federation. Once we have it, we’ll do what no one else could and take her the fuck out.”
He nodded. My hand froze halfway to my mouth when he said, “Morgan’s pregnant.”
I smiled. “That means he’s distracted. That’s perfect.”
“O’Malley and King left two days ago. They were all there for fucking Thanksgiving.”
“At least you got some good food to eat.”
“That’s about the only plus. Morgan’s mother knows how to fucking cook. When this is over, I’m keeping her.”
“Morgan?” I asked.
“No, her fucking mother. The woman is a fucking MILF and she can cook.”
“Is that what’s fucking wrong with you? You didn’t get to suck on your mama’s titties long enough?”
“Fuck you, old man. Wait until you see her. She’s almost your age but you’d never fucking know it.”
“When you get back, send me a picture.”
The kid smiled and pulled out his phone. “Already got some.”
He opened up an app and pushed the phone over to me. I scrolled through the images and felt my dick stiffen even further. I wasn’t usually one to go for women my age, but the kid wasn’t wrong.
Bernadette Delany was a fucking knockout.
“I think she’s got something going with Smokey. He’ll be one of the first ones to go.”
I pushed the phone back and smiled. The kid was thinking with his dick. Like father like son.
“How you gonna get her out of there?”
“Haven’t figured that out yet. Have to get rid of fucking Jenna first.”
“Who the fuck is Jenna?” I asked, taking a bite of my food.
“A club whore. I’ve got a plan to get her locked up. The bitch is constantly roaming around the club, sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. She almost caught me a few times.”
“So fucking kill her and get it over with.”
“Can’t,” he mumbled, his mouth filled with food.
“Why the fuck not?”
He swallowed and glared at me. “Because fucking Huey, Dewey, and Louie.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
