Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Massimo gave me a wary look. Since Alessio had found out that Kiara and Nino weren’t his biological parents, he’d been staring at every junkie as if she might be his mother. My guess was she was rotting somewhere in the desert.
A shotgun slug tore away pieces of the wooden doorframe with an earsplitting bang right beside me. Massimo and I dropped to our knees, and Alessio threw himself into the storage chamber. At least he had enough sense not to throw himself on the corpse. Kiara wouldn’t be impressed if he got syphilis.
“Now stop mourning the whore and help us catch these assholes so the fun can get started,” I snarled, losing my fucking patience. He’d always been more compassionate than Massimo and me, but the news about the whore who pushed him out of her vagina had really set him off.
I crawled toward the doorframe and poked my head into the hallway. The shot couldn’t have come from the basement, even if the rummaging suggested people were down there. A head peeked out of the doorway across from us. An ugly-ass redheaded guy with the same blisters all over his face like the dead crack whore. I really hoped these idiots hadn’t all inter-bred like fucking rabbits. If they all had syphilis, I’d have to wear a full-body condom to torture them. What a waste of opportunity.
That was the problem if you picked the lowest scum of society as your victims. Fuck Alessio’s conscience. Next time, we’d hunt someone who knew the basic rules of hygiene.
I wanted to feel blood on my skin and not smell like a rubber duck for hours. Alessio barreled past us. I tried to reach for his leg to stop his manic move—those were usually my specialty—but missed him. Redheaded guy stepped out and aimed a shotgun at him. Alessio threw his cyclone knife at the guy, which pierced his eyeball. He tipped backward and fired a shot that tore a hole in the ceiling. More splinters rained down on us.
“Fuck it, Alessio. That’s one less to torture. I’m not the one who’ll share a victim. You and Massimo can do that,” I growled.
“Cry me a river,” Alessio said with a laugh. “Wasn’t that what you said?”
I shoved to my feet and checked the guy, but of course, he was definitely dead. Alessio pulled out his knife, and blood shot out of the eye cavity. Clanking from downstairs distracted me from my disappointment. Massimo, Alessio, and I crowded around the steep staircase leading down into a basement. Judging from the rough walls, it had been hammered into the ground by someone who didn’t do this professionally.
“Seems like a tomb,” Alessio said.
Massimo put on his thinker face. “Could be a trap. And we’re making us vulnerable by climbing down the ladder.”
“We could try to drive them out with teargas,” Alessio suggested. “There’s still some in the trunk.”
“We don’t know if there’s a second exit. There could be a flap door, and they could get away,” I said.
“What’s your suggestion?” Massimo asked warily.
I peered down into the basement. The staircase was so steep, it was practically a ladder, and the floor wasn’t too far down.
“Don’t—” Massimo began, but I didn’t let him finish. I squatted down and jumped into the basement.
With a grunt, I landed on my feet, stirring up dirt. Two guys stared at me dumbfounded, the same ugly fuckfaces as the guy from above. They had been busy packing up their drugs. I flung my smallest knife at the one closest to me and impaled his right hand, which had been going for the gun on the table in front of him. Then I pushed to my feet and barreled toward them, colliding with the second. I heard another thud suggesting Massimo or Alessio had jumped after me. I knocked the guy out and heard another grunt behind me. Massimo had knocked out the other guy.
Commotion in the back of the basement set me in motion. A third victim. Tonight was Alessio’s lucky night. He wouldn’t have to share.
When I reached the end of the basement, I saw long legs disappear through a flap door, then the rope-ladder vanished too. I sped up and catapulted myself up so my fingers grabbed the wooden frame of the flap door.
Another ugly redhead stared at me with wide, stunned eyes. Those stupid brothers had definitely all banged flappy-pussy-zombie. He clutched the rope-ladder in his blistered hands, then his gaze darted to the shotgun at his feet.
“I skewered the ugly bitch from above. I hope she wasn’t your squeeze.” His head shot up, and I gave him my most manic grin.
He reached for the gun, and I hoisted myself up. The moment I was above ground, I aimed a kick up. The shotgun flew from redneck’s hand, and a shot barely missed his head.