Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The piss he’d relieved himself of was pooling in a wet puddle around the entire length of his body, and if the strained look on his face was anything to go by, he likely had to relieve himself further…and not just of piss.
“How do you like having piss in your hair?” Peek asked the man, prodding him with the shovel that I had in the back of the truck. “Do you want to stay there until you die of dehydration, or would you like to start fucking talking?”
The man tightened his lips even further.
It wasn’t until I lost patience and picked up the shovel that he finally started to look afraid…as he should be.
“Tell me now, or I’ll relieve you of a kneecap,” I said through clenched teeth.
Peek’s hand came down on my shoulder, but with the man deliberately spitting at me, the large wad of spit barely missing me, I realized then that whatever tactic we were hoping to employ weren’t going to work on this man.
He needed a much more succinct understanding of what would happen if he didn’t cooperate.
Hurtling myself up over the edge of the truck, I took the shovel in two hands and swiftly brought the flat part of it down on the man’s kneecap.
It broke with a loud pop, and I was left wondering just how loud he could scream with the gag on.
The instant the heavy metal of the shovel met with the guy’s kneecap, the bone shattered, and he writhed in pain.
“Gross,” Mig said. “He’s sloshing his piss all over the bed of your truck.”
Mig took a step back, and I went back around the side of the truck, accidentally stepping on the man’s hand as I made it over to where I could jump down out of the truck.
The man rolled and tried to take me out at the knees. And he would have, had I been someone else who was not aware of what a guy like him, a guy in his position, might do.
I wasn’t stupid, and I sure as hell wasn’t born yesterday. I know when someone’s being deliberately quiet to try and buy time.
This guy, though, was a fuckin’ pro.
It amazed me that he’d been able to lie still and wait for his chance.
Using the shovel as leverage, I lifted my feet and kicked out, knocking the man in the jaw with one booted foot.
I pulled the kick at the last moment, being sure not to knock him out completely. I only wanted to stun him. To let him know that this shit was serious business.
“You look like you’re a little too pissed to handle this right now, Wolf,” Peek supplied.
I shot him a look and straightened.
Then, without removing my eyes from Peek’s, I slammed the flat blade of the shovel against the man’s knee.
The man screamed and started to vomit, his gag keeping most of it inside.
“You might want to swallow that so you don’t aspirate it,” I offered the man my thoughts. “Can’t have you dying just yet.”
“He’s pretty fuckin’ good at taking this torture he’s been given over the last hour,” Griffin said as he arrived at the party. “And you haven’t gotten him to say a damn thing?”
I shook my head. “Not one single thing. He’s closed up tight.”
Sirens started from a far distance away, and I grinned.
Taking one last look at the man, I reared back and brought my steel-toed boot to his temple, knocking him out completely. Likely for quite a while.
“What was that for?” Ridley yawned, seemingly uninterested in the happenings here.
“What’s up with you?” I asked him.
“The woman’s keeping me up with her barfing,” he yawned. “Couldn’t fucking sleep a goddamn wink with her moaning.”
We all stared at Ridley like he’d grown a second head.
“Your woman’s pregnant,” I finally said. “What exactly did you expect to happen?”
Ridley shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I thought it would be an easy pregnancy. Not…this,” he settled with. “It’s… it’s… this is fucking exhausting.”
Every last one of us started to laugh.
Jumping out of the truck, I pulled the rolled up bed cover down from the back of the cab, and rolled it all the way down until it covered the entirety of the cab and all its contents, including the now unconscious man.
I’d just locked it with a key that I then gave to Peek when the first police car arrived on scene.
“Unmarked,” Ridley observed as he watched the cars pull up to the very back of the truck and stop within a few inches of taking us out.
None of us moved.
Not one of us.
I’d just decided that maybe these fuckers in their unmarked cars needed a little driving lesson when the man I’d been wondering about folded out of the car.
Crazy eyes like Xavier described and all.
“You have one of our agents,” the man said with such disdain that I had to check the urge to smile.