Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“How many are missing?” Dragon asks.
“Not that many,” I answer. Eyeball had a small crew anyway. Right off I’d say there’s three men and him missing altogether.”
“I knew you were a fucking traitor,” Lucky growls.
When I turn my attention to him, I laugh. He’s got a patch over his eye. I flip it up to reveal a gnarly looking scar. “Gabby got you good,” I brag with a long whistle.
“Fuck you,” He hisses trying to pit at me. I ignore him as I take in the rest of his face. It’s fucked up pretty bad. Hell, his nose is still spouting blood. “You do that?” I ask, Dragon.
“He hit my wife,” Dragon mutters.
Shit. I can respect that. I’d do the same in his shoes—if I had a wife. Fuck.
I look down at Lucky and wink at him. Then, I grind my boot into his junk. He howls like the little bitch he is. I lean down and grab him by his oily hair. “That’s for Gabby you son of a bitch,” I growl. When I raise up, my gaze locks with Skull’s. He frowns but nods at me. I have no fucking idea what that means. I’m starting to not like that asshole. I’ve heard of all the shit that Gabby has pulled, but she’s still his daughter. It wasn’t her fault she was kidnapped. I dismiss him before I take a shot at him. He’s dealing with enough and Gabby is not mine to try and defend. I have enough trouble with the woman I have.
I look over at Dom and he’s studying me. I’m not a big fan, so I choose to ignore it. Let’s drag these two assholes outside. There’s a water hose hooked up. Let’s make sure any blood on the ground is gone.
“Well, hell,” Viper mutters and I grunt in agreement.
“My way is cleaner. Did I tell you?” Torch brags and Viper and I both flip him off this time. He just laughs. Lunatic.
We walk out and start heading to the back of the club.
“Our club doesn’t have anything to do to with these assholes. Viper and I can take over and you and Torch can join the festivities,” Hangman volunteers. I didn’t realize he had even followed us out.
“You sure?” I ask, making sure.
“You’re damn good under pressure, King,” Hangman compliments. “Are you pretty settled in Virginia? You’d be a good man to have on a team.”
I jerk up to look at him. I rub the back of my neck. I’m not really use to compliments and I sure as hell wasn’t expecting it. “Thanks, but yeah, I’m pretty much settled,” I mutter.
“I figured. Get in there and avenge your woman.”
“My woman?”
“Gabby? Isn’t that the reason you played the grind the bologna with Lucky?”
I laugh at his description. “Nah, but I just respect the way she handled herself with Lucky. A lot of women would have been terrified to fight back,” I tell him.
He agrees silently, clapping me on the back. As I get back to the front of the trailer, They already have Demon and Lucky out. They looked in bad shape before, but they’re much worse now. Jesus. I didn’t think I was gone that long.
“I enjoyed shooting the idiots. They didn’t even see it coming. They were down in two shots. The smallest hit the tree. He was pretty much dead already. All we had to do is leave him. The other one was bigger, but the bullet hit him in the chest. Just to make sure he didn’t make it until someone found him, we tossed him over the hill. He made a big fucking splash when he hit the water.”
Bull’s boot delivers a kick to Lucky’s face that is so strong it’s whipped violently to the side, and he coughs up a mixture of teeth and blood. “That’s my son, you motherfucker. You’re going to beg for death by the time we end you.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ve delivered a blow to the Savage Brothers. I’ve made my father proud.”
“You’re Irish’s whelp?” Dragon laughs. “You don’t make him proud. You’re the same sad-sack failure as him. You’re going to die much the same way.”
“My father was a great man!” Lucky screams like some deranged idiot.
“Your father was a piece of shit who died like a traitor should. You? You’re not worth the effort. I’m going to let these two end you and then throw you in the fire. You’re not worth trying to hide the body for.”
“Let me up and fight me like a man!” Lucky yells.
“I would, but you’re not a man. Hell, you’re not even a mouse. Say hello to your father for me, Lucky,” Dragon growls.
He walks off and everyone else does, too. I glance over my shoulder and see Skull and Bull taking out their grief on Lucky. Viper and Hangman have already snapped Demon’s neck and are throwing him in the trailer.