Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Still, I don’t have that fucking sense of justice yet. I don’t feel like Mikhail’s death will give me back the five fucking years that got ripped out of my life. I want this motherfucker to feel every single minute I had to live through.
But I can’t do that.
I just don’t have the time even if I wanted to torture this motherfucker for days on end. The longer he’s alive, the more danger he puts us in.
Allie squeezes me tightly and brings my focus back to the now and present. Hugging her tightly to me, I kiss her head.
Fuck. I wouldn’t have survived if she had died. I’m not sure how I could raise Levi alone. That right there fucking terrifies me more anything. He’s my son and if he lost his mom…
Would he turn into a shell like I did?
Fuck.
“They bring some chain?” I shout to Whitey as he starts moving his bike up close to Mikhail’s body.
“Yup,” he says and backs the bike up until his back tire is right by one of Mikhail’s arms.
Nodding my head, I say to Allie, “This is going to be ugly.”
“I need to watch. I can’t feel safe until I know he’s dead,” she says.
I know she means that, but fuck. This shit ain’t gonna be fuckin’ pretty. It’s gonna be gory as fuck, and with the way Poster is already getting the body ready for it, the sounds alone are fucking nasty.
Mikhail’s got a gag in his mouth to keep the moaning and crying down.
After I crammed the crowbar Allie was using as far as I could up his ass, he wouldn’t quit screaming.
But fuck him, now he really knows how it feels to be fucking violated.
That was something Allie didn’t watch though, and I was good with that. But I still made sure that when I shoved it up Mikhail’s ass, I twisted it as much as I could.
Fucker raped a woman. My fucking woman. I swear, while he’s burning in hell, he’ll fucking fear the day I get sent down there.
“You want me to cut all the way to the bone, boss man?” Poster asks as he cuts into the four major limbs of Mikhail’s body.
“Nah,” I say and walk over to take a look at what he’s doing. “Just cram some bolts in there somewhere and we’ll attach the chain to it.”
My bike is already positioned and so is Grem’s and Poster’s. All we need now is the chains attached to the trailer hitches. I used to think the guys who had hitches on their bikes were goofy as fuck. Now I’m glad I installed one myself a while back.
Shit’s real fuckin’ useful.
“Should be about done then,” Poster says as he stands up from the ground and heads over to the bike he’s going to be using.
Once all the chains are attached to the bikes, it’s finally fucking go time.
I can feel my body practically floating to the seat as I throw a leg over it.
“Remember guys,” Whitey calls out. “Don’t gun it. We do that and we’ll just pull the joints out and shit. Last time I did this, it took forever to get it right.”
Nodding my head, I say, “Let’s go!”
I rev the bike just enough to start moving forward and keep both my feet on the ground.
Don’t want to fuck this shit up and throw us all out of whack.
I hear a wailing sound coming from behind me and start feeling my bike pulling against the tension in the chain.
“Ready?” Whitey shouts over the thrum of our bikes.
“Do it!” I shout and we all move forward as one.
As my bike pulls the chain, I look into the mirror and see that the body is ripping apart like a fucking doll.
His arms and legs are pulled off his torso like a fucking sick science experiment.
Glancing back when the chain loosens, I see a leg flopping behind me like something out of a horror movie as I speed up a little.
Fuck, that’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen.
Turning back, I drive over what’s left of his fucking body until the blood stops flowing.
All of us did it right. We didn’t split his body down the middle, we didn’t have enough traction on the bikes to make that happen, but dead is dead, I guess.
And that little bitch is dead.
I’m bettin’ he’s already on his way to hell too, screamin’ the entire way. Good fucking riddance to the world. Fucker deserved to die like he did, a little fucking bitch.
Whitey comes over to me after removing the eyes from Mikhail’s head and asks, “We sending these back with the body?”
“Nah, put ‘em in formaldehyde. I want ‘em in a jar in my office,” I say with a big ass grin.
Looking at Allie, I spot the sexiest little evil grin I’ve ever seen on her, and it instantly makes my cock twitch.