Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Wade was present too. Wade, who had been my contact all this time, was sitting in the corner. He was glaring at me. Playing the perfect little Nazi in front of my father, uncle, and Beau.
“Tanner,” my father said and got to his feet. He came toward me. The second he stood before me he punched me square across the face. My head snapped back. But I made damn fucking sure my feet didn’t move. I wouldn’t give this prick the pleasure of bettering me.
“Father,” I replied, the taste of blood coming from my busted lip. We’d been here many times before.
“So. All this?” he mocked, pointing to my cut. “All this for a fucking spic?” My teeth gritted together as that word left his mouth.
I stepped closer to him. Close enough that my boots touched the toe of his expensive shoes. “You speak about Adelita like that again, and I’ll kill you.”
My father’s mouth twitched. Landry got up and came round the table they sat behind. The asshole just plowed his fist into my stomach, then my face.
He kept going until my father pulled him back. “Patience,” my father said to him.
I glared across the table at Beau. “You next?”
Beau, as silent as always, actually got to his feet. Dressed in black, his brown hair falling over his face, he came toward us. He stopped in front of me with his arms folded across his chest. My fucking kid brother, the one who never left my side, was gonna be here as I died. As our uncle and father killed me.
Wade got up too. “Wade,” I said coldly, like the guy wasn’t on my side. I had to protect him.
“Shut your fucking mouth, traitor,” he snapped. His face was red as he spat at me, and his hands were balled into fists at his side. He was doing a good fucking good job at pretending he was pissed.
“Untie him,” my father ordered my brother. Beau moved behind me and cut the cable tie that was holding my hands together. I fisted my hands, ready. My uncle and father stepped back. When Wade joined them, not a fucking flicker of allegiance in his eyes, I waited. Beau moved beside them. The four of them were glaring my way. I eyed my little brother one last time. How the fuck had it come to this?
“Get against the wall,” my father ordered.
I did as he said and backed up four steps until my back hit the wall. Beau, Landry, Wade, and my father all raised their guns.
A fucking shooting wall. An execution. I wouldn’t close my eyes. I would watch them until I was dragged to fucking hell.
“You always were a fucking pussy,” my father said. “You were never the solider your people needed you to be. From being a kid, always questioning shit and being a sniffling lil’ disappointment.”
My old man clicked the safety off his gun. Just as he went to fire, Beau jumped out of line and fired two perfectly aimed shots . . . right through Wade and Landry’s heads. In seconds, he’d knocked the gun from my father’s hands. It went sailing across the floor, well out of reach.
My heart started to quicken. “What the fuck?” my father snapped at Beau.
My eyes dropped to Landry and Wade, dead on the floor, their eyes wide open. Kenny and Lars came smashing through the door. Beau turned and sent them to the boatman too.
Beau came to stand beside me. I stared at my kid brother as he faced our old man. “If I have to listen to one more fucking white-power chant, see one more Nazi salute, or attend one more fucking rally, I’ll slaughter every one of y’all.”
Our father’s face drained of blood. Then it quickly reddened. “You—” He went to hit Beau, but I grabbed his hand and threw the fucker back. His eyes stared daggers at us both. “You planned this,” he hissed at Beau.
Beau smirked. “All of it.” I looked at my little brother in shock. He glanced between me and our old man, his eyes finally staying on me. “I pretended to be Wade. I needed you to think I was all in to this Nazi shit.”
“You weren’t?” I asked, my throat fucking getting thicker by the second. I’d thought he was all in . . . I thought he hated me . . . I thought he was Klan through and through . . .
“Never was. You knew that.”
“I did . . . but then I assumed I was wrong when I left and you took over the leadership. You were quiet when we were kids. Thought I’d got you wrong all these years. That you did believe it after all.”
Beau shook his head. “I never wanted this life. Fucking hated all of it. Every fucking day under that cunt’s rules.” He nudged his head toward our old man.