Chapter 19
I was glaring at my son, standing in front of me, wringing his hands like some sort of fucking pansy.
“Jackson. This isn’t rocket science. All I need is information. Bait. What the fuck is your problem?” I growled.
“I just don’t think it’s right. They’re good people.”
My fist clenched around the lighter in my hand.
“Fine.” I said, my voice darkening.
“Fine?” He asked, disbelieving.
“You had your chance to do it your way. Now I’m going to do it myself.”
My response seemed to alarm him. Go figure. Bleeding hearts and all that bullshit.
“You can’t hurt Lacey, Dad.”
I smirked, leaning forward on our sagging couch in the trailer.
“I won’t hurt her, son. Intentionally. But no one can say what may result in collateral damage.”
“Wait—”
“Shut the fuck up and get out of my house, Jackson. You had your chance. Unless you’re willing to start hitting the streets for me, leave. And you can forget the fucking college payments.”
I scowled at his back as he slammed the door behind him.
At least I was rid of that pussy finally. No son of mine anymore.
I kicked the folding table in front of me sending drugs and paraphernalia flying.
Picking up my cell phone I dialed the number I needed.
“Mike? Mhmm. On to Plan B.”