Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I don’t need you to talk,” Ace tells him in that voice that says he has ice water coursing through his veins. “I already know everything I need to know.”
“Good,” he spits out. “Because I won’t talk. You can torture me, and I won’t talk. Kill me, and I’ll die knowing that my boys will retaliate.” He goes on and on, puffing himself up because he’s fucking terrified.
Ace steps forward and backhands him. “Do you ever shut the fuck up? All you do is talk, talk, talk.” The words roar out of Ace, echoing around the cement room.
Brooke, or Monica, squeals behind the duct tape.
“I don’t want shit from you, Ghost. I don’t need shit from you or your soon-to-be-dead boys.” Ace flashes a terrifying smile that shuts Ghost up. “I know where your stash houses are, where you keep your money, and most of all, who you do business with. I know who your enemies are.”
“Then what the fuck is this?” Ghost is rocking frantically in his chair, trying to dislodge the zip ties around his wrists and ankles.
I move in closer, stopping behind Brooke and letting my hands curl around the back of the chair. A clear threat that Ghost quickly recognizes.
“Hey, what the fuck man? She’s got nothing to do with this.”
“Doesn’t she?” I snarl and yank her chair backward, making her scream. “You used her to kidnap Cassidy. Right?” I can’t fucking believe I didn’t listen to Cassidy, that I brushed off her concerns, her very real fears about this bitch.
Ghost snarls, “She’s not even your bitch, so what the fuck do you care?”
I grip Brooke’s hair and pull her head back. “Wrong answer, asshole.”
“Look, she was only supposed to get info about the MC. But your bitch shot one of my guys, and plans changed.” He laughs. “Can’t blame me for having a little fun.”
“Fun?” Lucky shouts, holding his hand out for the dagger that belongs to Ace. Lucky takes a step forward, gripping Ghost’s hair and holding him in place while plunging the dagger deep into his side. “Now, that’s fucking fun.”
Ghost screams in pain, letting out quick, shallow breaths to stop the pain. He laughs, rolling his eyes as if the pain is nothing. “Leave her out of it.” He struggles, but Lucky’s grip is tight.
I laugh. “You want us to leave a spy out of it? A woman who gave private company information to the enemy. Who pretended to be on the up and up and put an innocent person in danger?”
“She only did what I asked her to,” he says, gesturing at his woman. “You did good, baby.”
“I think your skanky little bitch has a lot to do with it.”
Ghost can’t hide his grunt when Lucky slowly pulls the blade from his side, blood seeping out and dripping around their feet. “That’s for scaring my woman,” he growls, plunging the dagger right into the bullet hole Cassidy put through him and yanking it out quickly.
This time, he doesn’t hold back the anguished roar. “Fuck!”
“That’s right, motherfucker,” Lucky growls. “Feel that shit.” He chuckles, and it turns into a laugh. “You don’t like it much, do ya?”
He shrugs. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you. Let her go, and let’s get on with this shit.”
“Let her go?” I ask when Lucky smacks the dagger in my palm. “Yeah, we’ll let her go, Ghost. Right now.” My hand tightens on Brooke’s hair, and she’s squirming and wiggling as if that’ll make a damn bit of difference.
“You won’t fuckin’ kill her. You pussies don’t kill women, remember?” He struggles, but Lucky is holding him, forcing him to watch.
“We don’t kill innocent women, but you made sure she wasn’t innocent, didn’t you? Just remember, Ghost, you did this to her.” Without any hesitation, I slide the blade across her throat from ear to ear, watching the look of horror and devastation on Ghost’s face as life drains from Brooke’s body.
“Monica!” he roars as if his horrified scream can stop the blood squirting down her body. “You motherfuckers. You’ll pay for this,” he threatens in vain.
“Maybe,” Ace says, stepping forward as Lucky releases the grip on Ghost. “Maybe we’ll pay for this. Maybe we won’t. It’s just too fucking bad you won’t be around to see it.”
Ghost opens his mouth to say something, but before he can utter one fucking syllable, Ace whips out his gun, presses it to Ghost’s forehead, and pulls the trigger. His head snaps back and then forward, propelled only by the force of the bullet before he stills.
Motionless.
Dead.
“Good fucking riddance.” Dix shakes his head, and a slow smile creeps across his face. “We ought to drop him in one of the fucking stash houses me and Banger emptied out today.”
But Ace shakes his head, a disturbing look in his eye. “No. We chop them up and burn every last trace. No evidence left behind.” Me, Lucky, and the probies are ordered to dispose of the bodies while Ace watches with satisfaction.