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)
But Diamond? Fucker’s taking that mark with him. I don’t imagine for a second that I’ll feel anything but joy over this pig-fucker’s death.
Grem pulls in directly behind me as we reach the crematorium. We own the two miles of land surrounding this place, so all the screams and smells ain’t really a worry for us. It’s not completely private, but it’s damn close.
I grin at the open door at the back of the building. Already, I can hear muffled bellowing comin’ from inside the place.
Yeah, today I’m gonna unburden my soul a bit.
“Ready for some fun, brother?” I ask Grem as we walk to the door.
“Always,” Grem says with a gleam in his eyes.
He’s back to rubbing that fuckin’ gremlin bell of his on his kutte, and I can tell he’s ready to torture this fuck for a good long time to make sure he dies in misery.
“Remember, I don’t give a fuck what we do to him, but we can’t be fucking about here for a couple of days. This fucker dies tonight,” I say.
“Aw, Dad, but I wanted to have a sleepover,” Grem says in a fucking growl.
“You didn’t bring your sleepin’ bag, asshole,” I say with a laugh and walk through the back door of the building.
“One thing,” Grem says before we go any further.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“I know you took over the reins for the MC, brother, but you did right by Hound with havin’ him get all the backing we need from the club,” he says. “This is a declaration of war, make no mistake about it.”
“Yeah, I know some of the brothers are hesitant. But havin’ the old man out there right now, explaining what went down with Diamond is gonna make things a little smoother. Taking out a VP is some serious shit,” I say to him.
Nodding his head, he says, “Let’s get it done.”
Making our way past a tall partition wall, we step into our work area.
Diamond, the soon-to-be former VP of the Bloody Scorpions, is already strapped to a metal chair and waiting for us.
Whitey and Graveyard are standing around the chair, and some fucker I don’t recognize is hanging out by the wall. He looks shaken and a bit green to the gills.
“You Brian?” I ask as I head over to him, ignoring Diamond for the time being.
Diamond is strapped to the chair with duct tape strapped across his mouth, he ain’t going anywhere.
“Ye… yeah,” the tall, thin guy says to me.
He offers his hand out to me before Grem steps up next to me, slapping it away.
“Pres don’t shake snitch’s hands,” Grem says before asking him, “Why you still wearin’ a shit-stain kutte, boy?”
Looking down at his body, Brian shrugs off the kutte and stands there like he’s fucking lost or something. “What… ah… What should I do with it?”
Snatching it from his hand, Grem looks down at the kutte before he makes a huge effort of pulling up all the phlegm he can from his lungs. Then he hocks it right onto the back patch. The whole time I watch Brian. He winces at seeing his colors disrespected.
Grem and I grin at him before we walk over to where Diamond’s kutte is lying on the ground like a piece of trash.
Dropping Brian’s kutte right next to Diamond’s, Grem looks down at them for a moment. “God above, those are ugly as shit.”
Reaching down to the zipper of my pants, I pull my dick out and shrug my shoulders while saying, “Not everyone has good taste or intelligence, brother.”
“True enough, I’m guessin’,” Grem says before he unzips and yanks his dick out as well. “You want first honors on this?”
“Yeah, bein’ a Pres does have its privileges,” I say before I let out a good heavy stream of piss right onto the back patch of the kutte.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Grem says with a grunt as he lets loose as well.
Giving my dick a shake mid-piss, I yell, “Don’t cross the streams, Ray!”
“Ah, for shit’s sake!” Grem laughs.
Not quite finished, I stop mid-stream, turn toward Diamond, and walk up to him.
Releasing the last of my piss on him, I ask, “What’s up, bitch?”
“Jesus wept, Coy. Do you gotta piss on him?” Grem asks as he comes up behind me.
“What the fuck does it matter to you?” I ask and point to the naked fucker sitting there. “It’s not like he’s gonna care or something. This motherfucker here probably thinks we’re gonna let him walk or somethin’ after all this.”
Diamond’s head snaps up to stare at me with rage and he starts thrashing about in the chair, his naked, sweaty flesh trying hard to escape his bonds. But it won’t work. That chair’s been bolted to the fucking floor. It ain’t going anywhere and neither is he.
Well, I guess he will when we’re done with him.