Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Lyon

“Men…Catalina, a moment, please.” She was in the playroom with her little friend playing some board game sh*t and looking like the eight-year-old she walks around here pretending to be.

“Yes, daddy?” That smile, those bright eyes like her mother’s, and my f*cking face tore a strip from my heart. I have no idea what the f*ck Kat breeds, but I’m sure this one is the worst of the bunch.

“Come with me.” F*ckif I’m going to be the one to confront her. Let Mancini reap the fruits of his labor. I’ve tried telling his dumb ass time and again not to trust her, but he was always ready with the ‘she’s just a bright kid’ f*ckery. Let him clean up his own mess.

“Can Lily Anna come with us?”

“Not this time. Lily, she’ll be right back. Mengele, how did you just change the people’s kid’s name?”

“Daddy, uncle Brandon, and aunty Illyana had a baby Lily remember? We can’t call them both that, or it’ll get confusing.” Never mind that one is only a few months old; whatever.