Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Bear takes the knife from Preppy and hands it to me. I test the sharpness of the blade on my fingertips as I slowly walk around the man.
“Any last words?” Bear asks.
The man nods, and I rip the tape from his mouth. “I...I’m sorry. I just want to say…it wasn’t my fault.”
“Then tell me who,” I demand.
“I can’t. Anything you do to me here, he’ll do worse. He knows where my family lives. That’s the way he works with everyone. Nobody will tell you who he is, or they risk losing everything. I can tell you that it he said something about someone named Pike. That all this is because of him. That’s all I can tell you.” His eyes meet mine. “You know, besides go fuck yourselves.”
I cover his mouth back with the tape.
Pike? What the fuck does this have to do with Pike?
“Those were a lot of last fucking words,” Bear says with a shrug.
“You’ve been found guilty of high treason,” Preppy tells him. “And your sentence is death.”
I slice his throat in one swift motion. Blood sprays out and then oozes down his neck. The garbling sounds he makes before his eyes glaze over are annoying as fuck. The guy couldn’t even die without pissing me off.
“Shit,” Preppy says. He’s staring at the blood pooling on the clear plastic covering the floor.
“You going soft?” I ask, wiping the blood from my cheek with my forearm and tossing the knife to the ground.
He rolls his eyes and points a finger at his own chest. “Me? Please. This shit makes my fucking dick hard.”
“Then, what’s your damage?” Bear asks, lighting a cigarette and testing the electric buzz saw.
“It’s that I just remembered that Doc asked me to pick up a tomato sauce on the way home because she’ll be back today, and she wants to make…I don’t know, something with tomato sauce, and I almost forgot.” He eyes the fresh corpse and smiles. “Until now.” He pats my shoulder with his thick rubber glove. “Thanks for the reminder, Boss-man.”
“Being back here sure reminds me of old times,” Bear says, peeling off his gloves. “I miss those days.”
“Yeah, the killin’ shed has a way of bringing out the best in all of us,” Preppy says with what I can only describe as a dreamy sigh, and I swear there’s a tear in his fucking eye.
“Today, I agree with you,” I reply, lighting a smoke.
“Wanna kill him again?” Preppy asks, picking the knife off the floor.
“Nah,” I point to the far side of the room at the other gagged men with horrified expressions on their doomed faces who just witnessed what their brief futures are going to look like. “We’ve got two more.”
“This is like Christmas, but better and without all the kinky sex,” Preppy laments.
Bear’s face twists in confusion. “What the fuck kind of Christmases are you having at your house?”
Preppy lets out an exasperated sigh. “Ones with kinky sex. Didn’t I just say that?”
Bear and I exchange the same we’re never really going to know where his head is at and it’s best not to try glances.
Preppy points at Bear with his knife. “You going deaf in your old age, Beary-poo?”
“With half the shit you say?” Bear scoffs. “I fucking wish.”
Preppy picks up a chainsaw. “Oh, that gives me a good idea. We should cut off their ears.”
“Let’s just stick to good old fashioned killin’, for old time’s sake,” I say. “Bear, you wanna do the honors?”
Bear plucks the knife from Preppy’s hand. “With pleasure.”
Preppy huffs. “Always a bridesmaid…”
I slap him on the shoulder. “You get the next one, Prep.”
His frown turns into a beaming smile. He revs the chainsaw and shouts over the deafening sound. “Like I said, just like fucking Christmas.”