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)
Zipping up my pants, I look at the dirty, sweaty fuck in front of me. I know this motherfucker’s been through a lot over the last ten hours or so, but he’s just fuckin’ greasy and nasty looking. Fat and short, his hairy body has dirt smeared all over it from being dragged about. He’s bruised a bit around the belly, but that’s it.
I’m bettin’ the brothers didn’t really touch him yet, they want me to get first licks in.
Jabbing out my fist, his head snaps back as I connect hard with his teeth.
“Well, Coy, I’m guessin’ this makes it official,” Whitey says from across from the room. “We’re at war.”
Nodding my head, I look at Whitey and ask, “Did you bring that sheet metal hammer like I wanted?”
“Sure did, got it over there in my tool bag,” he says.
“Awesome!” I say with a laugh. “I’ve been wantin’ to try somethin’ out for a while now.”
Heading over to the bag, I say to Brian, “Get over there and let Diamond take a good look at ya, boy. He needs to know who ratted on him.”
“He… He knows it was me,” Brian says with a whine.
For fuck’s sake, this snitch is a whiney bitch. Gonna have to deal with that shit soon, like today I’m guessin’.
Grem is on it before I can say anything. “What the fuck did that sound like? Was the Pres asking you to do something?”
“No!” Brian says as he moves quickly to stand in front of Diamond.
Diamond’s eyes widen as he begins to snarl and scream at Brian from behind the tape covering his mouth.
Grabbing the sheet metal hammer from the bag, I grin. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to try this out really fucking bad. This is gonna be fucking cool as shit.
Heading back over to Diamond, I feel my grin growing.
“I know this probably isn’t a normal request at a time like this, but do you think you could hold your legs still?” I ask.
I’m pretty sure from the way he starts thrashing his fat legs about and screaming, he’s telling me to go fuck myself.
“Damn,” I say and motion to Brian. “Hold that fat fuck’s leg still.”
Brian bends over and grabs a leg, but he isn’t having much luck with it. Every time I get ready to swing the claw part of the hammer down at the knee, the leg moves erratically.
“Goddammit, boy,” I say to Brian, who’s probably got at least five years on me. “Fuckin’ hold him still.”
Grem comes over and asks, “You want some help, Pres?”
“Nah,” I say with a smile. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh?” Grem asks.
“Yup,” I say and motion to Brian. “Quit fuckin’ about and sit on his leg for me like you would Santy Claus.”
“What?” Brian asks in disbelief.
Graveyard walks over and slaps the ever-loving-shit out of the back of Brian’s head, yelling at him in a deep, country accent, “The Pres said sit on his fuckin’ lap, you stupid fuck.”
“But… but he’s naked!” Brian protests.
“Brian, what did I tell you?!” Whitey finally snaps in a thunderous roar.
“Okay, okay,” Brian says as he tries to find a way to sit on Diamond’s leg that doesn’t look like he’s giving him a lap dance.
“Just fuckin’ straddle that leg for shit’s sake,” I say as I stand back and rub my eyes.
The fucking shit I have to go through to get my job done sometimes is fucking scary.
Muttering the whole time, Brian finally straddles the leg and gets it in a somewhat secure position.
“Thank fucking Christ,” I say before lifting up the hammer and bringing it down swiftly right behind the kneecap.
A loud, piercing wail comes from Diamond the moment the claw of the hammer tears through the flesh. But when I start yanking backwards on the hammer to rip the kneecap out, he really begins to scream.
Working hard to make sure I’ve got it completely separated from the leg, I pull the bone out and toss it over my shoulder.
“Well, fuck me,” I say as I look over to Grem. “That actually worked! How fucking cool is that shit?”
Tilting his head to the side as he looks at Diamond, Grem sticks his hand out. “Can I have the second one?”
Grumbling, I frown at him for a moment. “Dude, that…”
“What?” he asks.
“It was fun, man, but yeah, you get the second one. I want to get the torch out,” I say.
“Sounds good,” Grem says and then motions for Brian to move. “Hop over to the other leg.”
Digging around in the giant tool bag, I find a small butane blow torch.
Excellent. I wanna roast some nuts over an open fire.
Before I even get out all the stuff I need, I hear the cleaving of flesh as Grem does the other kneecap.
Fuck. I kinda wish I got to do that one, too.
Standing up, I motion to Graveyard. “Do me a favor. You hold one leg open, and Grem, can you hold the other leg? Brian, you need to pull this dude’s small balls out.”