"I called you two here because we've got ourselves a problem."What did you do now? Elena finally grow tired of your shit and kicked you out the house?" I'd called Cy and Drake in for a meeting in my greenhouse. I have to do it out here even though it's hot as hell because I don't want my wife and her meddling friends in my shit. My boy has a problem and I know it must be weighing heavy on his mind for him to come to me with it. The little shit hasn't done that since he was about five. As a grandfather you want your kid to grow up and have kids who'd put them through the same shit they put you through, but poor Colt has bitten off more than he can chew. Little Catalina alone is more than enough to send the poor boy wonky. "No you tool, this is about our granddaughter.""I told you the Feds were gonna catch on to you two.""Drake put a cork in it. This isn't about Catalina, it's Caitie." "What about Caitie?""Her little friend is back.""Who Tod

I watched the two of them leave and sighed long and hard before taking my seat again. My wife came waltzing in seconds later. I was about to send her ass packing because I needed a break but the look on her face had me jumping out of my chair. "Kat what the fuck? Who fucked with you?" I knew it couldn't be one of our kids because they know better. She shook her head and walked into my arms, putting arms around me. Now my wife has a lot of moods, she can be a pain in the ass, which is my mood of choice. If she's griping at me about some shit then I know she's okay. When the kids piss her off she goes into a cleaning frenzy. But this, this one I've never seen. "Kat?" I caressed her hair and hugged her closer with the other arm. "Baby, what happened?""I just got off the phone with Mrs. Henderson.""Who?""Todd's mother." "Yeah?""I told her that Todd had to stay here tonight since he came a week earlier than expected and the cleaners haven't been round to

Somehow she'd ended up in my lap with the throw over us, and my hand on her hip and ass holding her in place on my lap. I didn't pass anyone on the stairs thank goodness and was grateful that there was a bathroom in the guestroom. I put my bags by the door once I was through getting cleaned up, sure that Mr. Lyon was going to throw me out of his house as soon as. I felt a little sheepish as I made my way back downstairs but no one jumped out at me and by the time I reached the kitchen where all the noise was coming from I'd lost a little bit of my trepidation. Caitlin came up behind me in the doorway just as her mom looked up from the stove where she was busy getting breakfast ready with the help of Mrs. Mancini. I haven't said much to that lady but every time she sees me she breaks into this little half smile like she knows something I don't. She's almost as scary as her husband but in a different way. "Hey kids you're up, breakfast is almost ready. Caitlin, go

"Well shit, if it isn't the pothead and his gang of misfits.""Hello to you too son.""Boy don't lump me in with these two, you know I don't smoke that shit." You keep messing around with that one it won't be long. Poor Cy looks like a strung out hippie. The pothead has him dressing like him in sandals, Hawaiian shirts and some kinda loose fitting linen slacks that I don't know what the fuck. "What are you three doing here? Isn't tomorrow your usual mooch day?""I came to see my grand son in law, heard he was home for the summer." This fuck! "Isn't Annalisa a bit young to be getting married? My sister know you trying to marry off her kid?""I'm talking about Caitie's beau, where is he? We didn't see him when we came in." If he wasn't my father... "If you came here to annoy me your work here is done. Where's your wife? Can't she find something for you to do?""She went off with a group of her friends. Apparently there's a prom coming up and they're look

It's worst than I thought. My talk with Catalina had opened up a whole new can of worms. Human trafficking isn't something I'm unaware of, they teach us about it in school now as a precautionary. But this is the first time it's ever hit this close to home. It isn't the same as when she was taken, at least not the way she described, and what had happened to her is bad enough. Daddy's been playing that one off for months but I know there's more to the story than he told us, and she doesn't really remember much of anything from that day. No one seems to know the real story and except for the whispers around town about a missing pedophile I wouldn't even have known that something of that magnitude had happened to my own little sister. I'm still not sure that the two things are connected, that's how good daddy is at keeping things hidden from us kids. From what she says daddy has been working on this new thing with the uncles for a while now and she thinks it has s