Next chappie, Enjoy!
Woman, especially not the gorgeous type, didn't easily revolt Wade Wilson. But even Wade Wilson could tell that this wasn't the sort of place a kid should grow up in.
On the table were maybe six or eight lines of some white powder. A shocked woman sat in the lap of an equally shocked man. Beer bottles and cans and wine bottles littered the ground and a pungent smell filled the air.
The woman, who he assumed was Lydia, had her chest covered by her just unclasped bra. She stared at them as Wade pushed another bottle out of his way with his sword. Stryker held a handkerchief over his nose. Both James and Victor had out right refused to set foot in the place. Even Bradley deemed it unsanitary.
Wade wouldn't admit it, but he agreed with the scrawny man. "Lydia?" He asked as Fred kicked a can across the room.
"Who the hell are you?" The man snapped.
Wade ignored him. "Your daughter, Jamie, do you know where she is?" He asked after a moment's silence.
Her eyes flashed with some emotion. He frowned. The woman's eyes didn't even look anywhere like Jamie's. But this was the woman the cop had arrested and who's kid he had given to the chief. "No." She snapped harshly.
John raised his brows and tipped his hat back slightly. "Do you care to know where she is?" He asked.
"If you have her, keep her, I don't want her." She snapped again. "Now get out."
Wade narrowed his eyes at her. She should be very glad she was the mother of his daughter. She'd be dead otherwise.