"Screw it I'll move; the Russians have been trying to recruit my ass for damn near a decade."
"Your dad would lynch your ass; now stop being stupid."
"Anything is better than this shit and don't think I don't know you're laughing your ass off inside; P.I.T.A, what the fuck, I thought you said I impressed the guy?"
P.I.T.A stood for pain in the ass; it was the nickname some of the guys had pinned on the president's daughter. I hadn't met her on this last mission thank heavens, because from the stories I'd heard she was a fucking handful. There were rumors of midnight escapes out White House windows. Disguising herself and joining tourist groups so she could escape her detail. Fuck if I need that headache on top of everything else I have going on in my life.
"Get someone else." I folded my arms and glared across the desk at him.
"Well, well, well, the guerillas in the jungle didn't do it; the rebels couldn't pull it off, but one little girl just might.”
"Fuck off uncle, you know this is bullshit."
What had I done to bring down the wrath of the big guy upstairs on my head? In the last few weeks I've dealt with a stalker; been almost accused of sexual misconduct; thank goodness there were other witnesses there to refute that fuckery and I averted that nightmare, and now this bullshit.
Danielle Carlson is her father's little darling; everyone knew the love the president had for his little girl and how overly indulgent he was, because she's been motherless since age three. At eighteen she should've been on her way to college like so many White House daughters before her, but this little darling was fated to stay at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Ave.
The reason being that they had been so many attempts to grab her in the first year of her father's term that it was thought prudent to keep her under lock and key. So instead of heading off to one of the nation's Ivy League schools, she was being tutored by the world's best in the privacy of her home.
By all accounts she was a little brain on top of everything else, so I can only imagine that added to her acting out. She'd been at that age when she wanted to spread her wings and fly, only to have her wings clipped.
Now three years later at twenty-one, she was still very much daddy's little girl. Never too far from her father's shadow, even when he made trips out of state, or traveled abroad to fulfill his duties.
"Come on Kevin buck up, you can handle one little girl can't you? Besides, most of those stories are probably exaggerated anyway you know that."
Somehow I didn't think so; some of the guys that have come back with the horror stories were friends, men I'd served with, who weren't easily shaken. To a man they'd all threatened to quit after just one week with America's little sweetheart.
Chapter 2
My first day on the job and the kid's not going to make it.
"We're not stopping here."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"Excuse me, but you're not the boss of me, in fact, you work for me."
"The hell I do; now take your hand away from there, because if you jump out of this jeep I promise I'll run your little ass over." She made a choking sound and her eyes were shooting fire at me.
"How dare you, you can't speak to me like that."
"I'm pretty sure I just did."
"I'll tell my dad."
"The fuck I care, while you're at it tell him that his daughter is a pain in the ass. You're twenty-one years old you're not a little girl, act like it and stop making people's lives difficult with your bullshit. Now did you get everything on that list of yours?"
"Yes sir."
Fuck it, now she's sulking.
"Cut that shit out it won't work on me; look, I have a sister your age so I know how your kind operates."
"My kind?" Now she's affronted, tough.
"Yeah, fucked up post teens, young adults, not quite mature, rabid ass animals who are society's cross to bear."
"You're mental you know that what's your sister's name."
"Casey why?"
Before I could stop her she snatched my cell from my waist and turned it on.
"Give that back Danielle."
"Nope."
She knew I couldn't do anything; she was in the back seat, traffic was a nightmare and I have to keep focused on the road and our surroundings. Fuck me.
"Hello is this Casey Jackson?"
I guess she got her answer.
"This is Danielle Carlson." The deafening scream that came through the phone could probably be heard in Alexandria. Dani was grinning like a fool as my baby sister rattled off whatever the heck she was saying on the other line. All I heard was 'uh-huh, yeah, you're telling me, sure when?' I didn't like the sounds of that and was giving serious thought to pulling over, before she dropped the phone back on the front passenger seat next to me. Pain in the ass!