"Catalina what're you doing?"
"Oh nothing." I found her puttering away in the corner of my workshop in the basement. The same space she'd conned me out of a few weeks ago when she was spilling state secrets. I'd been sidetracked by a phone call on my way to search her out half an hour ago and all but forgotten. "Why does your 'oh nothing' smell like sulfur?"
"It's nothing daddy, just a little experiment."
"Uh huh." I'm finding a convent for her ass first thing.
"Guess what daddy?" Oh fuck.
"What baby?" I wasn't getting anywhere near whatever the fuck that was she was doing. I was already biding my time to make my escape. Maybe her mom knew what the hell she was up to in my basement.
"Aiden pulled my hair and called me a brat."
"He what?" I was headed back up the stairs for his lil ass. He knows the rules; never put your hands on your sisters.
"Oh daddy don't get mad, get even. That's what nana said."
"Which one?" I stopped in my tracks, that shit don't sound too good.