Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Okay, Mom. I have something I need to do before we head out, but I’ll pick you up after I’m done. We can fly out tonight.”
“Good, that’s my baby. You need to enjoy life once in a while. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
After hanging up, I stand in my closet, staring off into space. It’s not like my mom doesn’t still speak to Dayton, but why the fuck was he and Byron having lunch with her?
My mind doesn’t want to let the thought go. My mental claws have dug in. However, my phone rings yet again.
Seeing its Lyric, I get my head in the game so I can go handle business. It’s time I pop out and remind these motherfuckers who I am and what the horsemen are around for.
***
I usually don’t stick around for reactions, but this one is a work of art, and I would be remiss if I didn’t see the look on Franko’s face. Headlights from outside shine through the windows of the house his crew operates from. When you take from me and disrespect me, I take from you.
Franko is about to learn a powerful lesson. I don’t even know what possessed him to pull the shit he has. Why would a low-level asshole like him have the balls to challenge me and mine?
In this case, I plan to fuck shit up and ask questions later. I can’t say I care what his answer will be. He’s a dead man either way.
As I stand in the shadows, I tighten my grip on the crossbow in my hand. A voice approaches while I stand in silence and a grin comes to my lips.
“I thought you said the pale horse was dead … no. I haven’t seen him. One of my guys called screaming his head off.”
My smile broadens as I overhear his words. I had fun making that asshole squeal like a fucking pig. His pussy ass thought I would spare him if he made the call.
Nope, he’s a part of my display like the others. I intend to make a full spectacle. This has me feeling lighter than I’ve felt in years.
I glance around and my chest puffs up. Uncle Freddie would be proud. I did learn from the best.
“Listen to me, asshole. I wasn’t trying to call that psycho down on me and my crew. I can tell from the sound of your voice, you knew this would happen. When I get my hands on you, I’m going to fucking kill you.
“I don’t need this shit. I already had to prepare myself for this fucking Alliance shit that’s coming for all of us. Do you know—”
Franko steps through the door and turns white as a sheet. He stumbles back and drops the phone from his hand, then covers his mouth. Slowly, he turns and closes the door before looking around as if he’s going to be sick.
I’m curious as to who’s on the other end of the phone. However, I need to finish what I started. Before I can regain my conscience and have a heart to show mercy, I lift my crossbow and whistle.
Franko
I’m livid. The only reason I even entertained this motherfucker is because we’re all trying to figure out what to do about this Alliance. The word is out.
Logan will be back soon, and we’re all fucked. When Tito called me sounding like something out of a horror movie, I knew I fucked up. This asshole told me the pale horse was gone.
I haven’t heard of any of the gory, gruesome shit that motherfucker used to do, so I stupidly believed it. Even if it were true, I was an idiot to mess with the O’Briens and their shit.
It’s like I had a fucking death wish. Even now as I growl into my phone at this asshole, I know I’m going to find some bullshit on the other side of this door when I enter.
I reach for the door handle and push into the house. My words catch in my throat. My mind goes blank.
I stumble back and swallow hard. I don’t know where to settle my gaze. I can’t believe the shit before me.
My phone drops from my hand, and I cover my mouth. I’m going to be sick. Tito, Charlie, Mason—fuck, his girl just had a kid—Tristan and Corey. All my boys.
Their heads are dangling from the ceiling like fucking Christmas ornaments, with an arrow between each of their eyes. There’s blood everywhere. I stumble inside to close the door before someone sees this shit.
“What the fuck? Are the heads hanging from their intestines?”
A sharp whistle pierces the air. I turn to look in the direction it comes from. My eyes grow wide as an arrow heads straight for me.
Dean
My arrow pierces right between his eyes. I drop my crossbow back down to my side and roll my shoulders back. Satisfied with the job I came to do, I saunter over and pick up the phone Franko dropped.