Chapter 55: LYON

"Come back here." I think she muttered something that sounded like drats. That's her new word since I forbid her to say dang a few days ago. "Tell me, how did you send the plane to Georgia?" She sighed really hard like she was put upon.

"Daddy, did you know that aunty Cierra gets really- really tired when she's sleepy? You can ask her anything and she'd say yes."

Mancini cleared his throat and sat up in his chair. "Are you saying that you tricked my wife into letting you use a hundred million dollar plane?"

"You owe me uncle Hank." The two of them had a stare down which I ignored. I'm not getting involved in their shit. Serves his stupid ass right.

"But wait, that doesn't answer the question of how you got our wives to agree to come here." Logan was still looking surprised by this turn of events. I'd gloat at the fact that these fucks were all had by an eight year old, if my ass wasn't numbered among them.

"I'll be right back." She left the room and no one