Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Okay men, half in front and half behind.” He turned back to the man who surprisingly hadn’t said more than three words since they’d pulled up. “If I see you on the road anytime in the next half hour, I’ll light your ass up with lead.”
He was the last one to pull out though his men hated when he did that shit. But whenever he knew the threat was coming from behind, he made it a point to stay between them and it. He didn’t care too much for grand standing so he didn’t always need to ride the front.
His baby brother pulled back to ride with him and he left him alone because talking to the kid was like pulling teeth.
“Law you taking her?” he heard the words through his headphones on their private channel.
“What do you mean taking her?”
“I mean we can’t send her back there, the girl I mean, if you’re not gonna take her I will.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s Melissa gonna say about that?”
Kyle rubbed his side where his wife had either, kicked, bit or punched him. “I wasn’t meaning it like that, but she needs seeing after.”
Law thought of the girl that had dragged her beaten ass onto his property just hours ago. She couldn’t be more than fifteen, sixteen; his brother was nuts.
He left the conversation there as his mind took in the fact that the girl had travelled the distance between their homes in her condition on foot. It had to have been an excruciating ordeal.
Then he thought of his brother’s question, he knew where it was coming from. Kyle had become a hard, introverted brute in the last few years, but he hadn’t always been that way though, no.
Once he was a carefree, happy go lucky boy, who played varsity football and beat the girls and women off with a stick. Until his girl Melissa got her hooks in him that is, then he’d settled down.
He’d still been his wild self though, until the day both their worlds had been turned to shit.
He’d got the news while deployed in Iraq. Someone had slaughtered his parents and little sister.
The only reason Kyle had been spared was because he hadn’t been home at the time, and Law was pretty sure that had been a mistake on the attackers’ part.
He still wasn’t sure what the fuck they’d planned to do about him, unless they were expecting him to buy it in combat.
He’d been on the next flight home, with his emotions on lockdown. He went through the viewing, the wake and the funeral with his heart on ice.
The law had claimed they had no idea who’d done it, but Law knew who was responsible. He’d had no doubts since the minute heard the news.
It had to be that son of a bitch Royce Davis. He’d been after Law’s daddy to sell him his land for the longest time, but the old man hadn’t been interested in selling his family legacy.
The land had been in the Daniels family since the early settlers headed out West. It was some of the best land in the whole damn state and everybody pretty much knew that.
The natural gas alone was worth millions, not to mention the prime location would be ideal for some asshole that might want to turn the old town into a metropolis.
Shamus Daniels had had no interest in any of those things. He was an old throwback, who still wore buckskins and his old cowboy hat worn low over his eyes, and taught his sons about the land and how to respect it.
He’d taken Law aside more than once and made him swear an oath that he won’t ever sell his legacy. That’s how Law knew of Royce’s interest in the land. How he’d known where to point the finger right off.
It was the only thing that made sense; his parents didn’t have any enemies. And it was more than a coincidence that in his last correspondence with his dad, the old man had mentioned problems with Royce.
There was some developer looking to buy up the land and since Royce’s was no use without the Daniels’ plot, they needed both men to sell.
The land they were after was part of the Daniels’ grazing land, a pretty spot that Law had ridden plenty.
The kicker was, in order to sell that piece of land, they’d have to give up the natural gas and minerals rights as well since the two plots were connected somewhat.
Law and his old man were pretty sure that that’s what they were after.
He’d come home and buried his family, and looked after his traumatized little brother.
When no one was willing to help him, something inside him had changed. He wasn’t too pleased that his family had been destroyed while he’d been off protecting others.
He told the army he had a kid brother to take care of and walked. At that point he wasn’t much interested in anything they could’ve done to him, he’d said fuck you to the world by then.