Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
When the engine started to scream and the tires hopped in place, he realized the man was rigging the accelerator pedal. Suddenly the cage jumped forward, the tires throwing dirt and rocks behind them, and Shade barely dove free of the car in time as it shot forward and over the edge of the cliff.
“Holy shit,” Easy whispered as he peered over the edge again. “But what a damn waste of a sweet ride.”
The huge splash echoed off the cliff walls, loud enough to catch someone’s attention if they were nearby. Hopefully there wasn’t. He hoped like fuck teenagers weren’t partying at the quarry tonight. Easy’s eyes quickly scanned the edge of the quarry looking for fires or flashlights or anything to indicate that they weren’t alone.
Thank fuck he saw nothing but darkness.
He and Shade waited until the BMW was fully submerged before heading back to the van.
“What was with using a super thin rope like that?”
“Needed to tie the gas pedal down. One of the Shadows said the rope I used will disintegrate in the water a lot fuckin’ quicker than anything else. Just on the slim chance someone finds the vehicle, we don’t want any evidence left behind that might prove it wasn’t that motherfucker drivin’ his own Beemer over the edge.”
“Damn. That’s crazy and badass that they plan shit down to the smallest fuckin’ detail,” Easy murmured in awe.
“Why they were worth every fuckin’ penny we gave them.”
“No shit. And why we all escaped that mountain in one piece.” They wouldn’t have if the Shadows team hadn’t timed the detonations the way they had.
Yeah, if they had done it the way Easy thought they would, the Fury might’ve been a few members short right now, other than Scar.
And he could have been one of them.
Chapter Nine
By the time they reached Tioga Pet Services and unloaded Easy’s new ride, Edmund Oliveira was awake but groggy.
Easy wheeled out the cart they used for large animals and they loaded Shade’s father on it, keeping him concealed under the tarp. This wasn’t the first time they’d rolled a person, dead or still breathing, in on that cart and Easy doubted it would be the last.
Once they got the man inside, Shade set a chair in the center of a large plastic sheet in the large furnace area and they moved Oliveira to that. He was able to sit upright under his own power, even though he still looked a bit dazed.
He wouldn’t be for long.
Shade was about to wake the fucker up by giving him a side dish of facts with a whole helping of revenge.
Even though Easy already knew the answer, he wanted to be sure… “Want me to stay?” If Shade didn’t want him there, he could come back later to help when it was time to load the man into the incinerator they used for large animals, and not just of the four-legged variety.
“Up to you, brother. Gonna be here a while,” Shade warned.
He had until Monday morning at eight, when Cassie arrived to start her work day. That gave Shade almost twenty-four hours to do what he needed to do and then fire up the furnace before she arrived.
Even though she rarely came back into that area—she left that part of the job up to Easy and Shade—she would not miss the smoke rising from the chimney when she pulled onto the property. Hell, she’d see it from blocks away.
Since she might have questions, Shade better have believable answers. Cassie was far from dumb or gullible.
“Gonna stick around. If I gotta, I’ll go nap in Cassie’s badass office chair.” It was great for getting some shut-eye as long as the boss lady’s ass wasn’t planted in it. With Cassie being in the last trimester of her pregnancy, she didn’t leave it too often unless she had to go do a euthanasia with Shade or needed to take one of her endless treks to the bathroom.
Easy glanced at the man in the far from comfortable, plain metal chair, now that they were in the light.
It was spooky how much Shade looked like him. Not a hundred percent but definitely a resemblance. If Shade’s long, curly hair was loose, it might throw someone off at first since his father’s hair was very short, straight and almost all gray. But right now it was pulled up and back, which made their similar features more noticeable.
Edmund Oliveira should be able to see himself in the man now double-checking that his restraints were secure. From out of nowhere, a large knife appeared in Shade’s hand and he cut off the gag.
“What the fuck is going on? You need to release me right now!” Oliveira’s voice was hoarse and a bruise marked his cheek, most likely from when they tossed him into the van hours ago.