Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
But what did this have to do with Dancastle?
King sighed heavily. “Well, you see, Nate dog, the thing is, you don’t get to give us a date when you’ll repay your loan. That’s given to you the moment the transaction goes down, and that due date was yesterday.”
The redheaded man backed up closer to his new navy-blue Ford F150. “I need some payments to go through. That’s all,” he stammered.
It was obvious he thought he could get into his truck before we reached him. The sound of the doors unlocking from the key fob in his hand was a careless move. If Thatcher were here, Nathan would already be on the ground bleeding out. My brother had no patience.
“Seems you had enough money for that new, shiny truck,” Storm drawled before pulling out his Glock and pointing it at the idiot’s head. Not that he’d kill him. At least until we had what he owed us.
He paused a moment before reaching for the door handle on his truck.
The silenced shots from Storm’s gun took out his front and back left tires.
“Come on now. Did you really think you’d be able to get away that easy?” he asked.
“Might want to think real hard about where you can get that money,” King suggested.
Nathan had gone pale now that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get away on flat tires. “Listen, one of my dealers had a bad run-in. Lost some product. He’s getting it back. I just need a couple more days.”
King glanced at me. “Hear that, Sebastian? He just needs a couple more days. Reckon he can run and hide from your brother?”
Threatening anyone with Thatcher got the point across.
“He’d be the first,” I replied. “Crazy son of a bitch. Doubt Nathan here wants to involve Thatch.”
Even if Nathan hadn’t looked back over my shoulder, giving himself away, I’d have known we had company. I’d heard them already. Storm didn’t look at me, but there was the tiniest nod of his head that told me he also knew there was someone behind us.
Sliding my gun out of its holster as I turned to face whoever had been dumb enough to interfere, I heard the click of Storm’s gun and Nathan’s pained cry. He’d shot some part of Nathan’s body.
The two idiots who I’d watched the blonde swindle had joined us. This was Nathan’s backup? Seriously? Could he not have gotten better men?
The larger one’s eyes widened as he looked at whatever Storm had just done behind me, but the other one pointed his gun in my direction. I didn’t wait to see what he planned on doing since he wasn’t very bright. I put a bullet in his forearm, causing his gun to fall to the ground as his knees buckled from the pain.
His friend went down almost at the same time from King shooting the man’s right thigh.
“It didn’t have to get messy. Look what you made us do,” King drawled with a shake of his head. “Damn. Who’s gonna drive the three of you? And now, there is all this blood.”
“I’ll get it!” Nathan cried out. “Tell Stellan I will have it by the end of the week. Just need a couple of days.”
I smirked, glancing at the man as he leaned back on his truck, holding his wrist as blood dripped from it onto the pavement. “Thatcher will come for it next. I suggest you have it ready.”
“I will,” he said, wincing through the pain. “I swear.”
The man that King had shot glared at all of us, then began to limp toward Nathan. I turned my attention to the other man. It wasn’t my business, but I had to make sure.
“Did you pay the blonde inside what you owed her?” I asked.
He narrowed his gaze at me. “I didn’t owe that little bitch shit. She was playing us. I just wanted to fuck her.”
That pissed me off. Again, not my business, but she’d worked hard for that money. I’d sure been entertained.
“I’ll give you about sixty seconds to go back inside and pay her the six hundred you owe her, plus an extra hundred for a game well played,” I told him, aiming the gun at his thigh this time. “Or I’ll give you a limp to match your buddy’s.”
He glared at me. “What the fuck?!”
Storm’s low chuckle only seemed to make the man angrier.
“Just do it!” Nathan barked at him.
“I’d go pay the girl. Sebastian is real big on chivalry. He won’t let this go,” Storm said with amusement.
The guy cursed and held up his arm. “You want me to go inside, bleeding from a gunshot?”
“He’s got a point,” Storm said. “No need to cause us any more annoyance. Just get the money off him and deliver it yourself.”
I stuck my gun back in the holster at my waist as I closed the distance between me and the bastard who was going to walk out without paying up. His eyes followed me warily as I approached him.