Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
One night, I’d snuck in, climbed into bed with her, and then stabbed my knife into her neck. I’d done this five times. Afterward, I’d gone to my parents’ room, covered in blood, holding the evidence.
From that day on, I’d been trained. My mother had interfered. The nanny’s plot to kill had finally proven to her there were no good people in the world, least of all, civilians. They wanted us dead just like everyone else. There was no getting away from the pain we’d caused.
“Yeah, but pissing us off would be so much fun. We’d have a reason to paint this town red. Don’t you want that?”
“No, what I want is for us to head home. I got a code red,” Caleb said. We’d been hanging out in the football field.
I’d been ruining said field by burning patches of grass, and also opening and tossing condoms all over the grounds.
I had to get my kicks in some way, and pissing off the football team was so much fun. Even though they were like us in every single way, they liked to pretend they were better, and this was my way of reminding them. They’d come to us as they knew it would be me, pissing on their turf, but whatever.
Once, I’d paid someone to water down cow shit and spread it all over the field before a big game. I’d sat in the stands, munching on popcorn, knowing as they slid down to the ground, their faces pressed to the grass, some with their mouths open, they were eating shit. Good times.
“What the ever-loving fuck is a code red?” I asked. I should know. My dad kept trying to tell me the codes. Pulling out my cell phone, I saw the alert.
“It means someone has gotten past our lines. They’re in town, and we need to get to protection,” River said.
“Oh, yeah.”
The last time a code red happened, River was taken. Not on my fucking watch. Anyone who approached me was going down. I’d gladly fuck anyone up.
I loved a good fight. Where River liked to use his knives, I had my fists. Sure, the cracked skin stung like a motherfucking bitch, but it was so much fun pounding on someone’s face.
I was cruising for a fight, desperate for it. It was either fight or fuck.
Some of the girls at school didn’t appeal to me. I’d take most to my friends to see if they wanted to share. There was one particular blonde who I hadn’t even attempted to capture her attention.
The school was deserted and as we rounded the main front, we all came to a stop.
Six men, all wielding baseball bats. They wore leather cuts, which instantly gave the game away. MC assholes. Their kids never went here. If they did, it would be a whole lot more fun.
One of the men turned, and it fucking pissed me off. The leather cuts didn’t have their insignia, which meant this was a direct hit, and it also told us clubs had started to pick sides. The truth was they were fucking cowards. They come into our town, arrive at my school, and they don’t even have the balls to wear proper attire. Pissed me off! Fucking cowards.
Their kids probably weren’t even theirs. Their old ladies, or whatever the fuck they called them, must have been getting their pleasure elsewhere.
“Whoever is paying you, you need to consider your options,” Caleb said.
Always the one trying to make friends. I’d already clenched my hands into fists.
Baseball bats or not, these fuckers were going down. I wasn’t going to run home screaming to daddy. I wanted blood.
“Falls, Block, Parson, and Keller. All four of you here.”
They knew our names. The hit wasn’t on our family. The hit was on us.
Seconds passed. It felt like minutes. Similar to watching a movie. The moment you faced off with evil. That shot paused as the camera moved around, getting a good picture of all the parties and players. For my movie, I’d give a wink and it would show a twinkle in my eye. I wasn’t afraid. I’d never known true fear.
I guessed that was what made me a little weird. Where some felt fear or the adrenaline rush, I felt nothing. This was all mechanical.
Main batter came forward charging toward us, and I struck. Pulling away from my boys, I rushed toward him. After drawing my fist back, I slammed it into his gut. I didn’t take the time to look at my boys. I knew they could handle themselves.
I had two guys. One of them struck with the bat, and I ducked. It hit my shoulder. The pain was instant, but I blanked it out, focused instead on fucking them all up.
Grabbing the bat, I twisted it in my grip. River thought I was trying to get it right with a lighter because he could do this shit with a knife, but he was completely mistaken. I did this because it was fun and it saved me time in the long run. This was so much fun.