Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
He looks up at me with a grin, happy as a pig in shit that we retrieved the cash without even breaking a sweat.
But I sense something sinister here. Instead of returning my Prez’s smile, I stand a little taller as that feeling settles deep in my gut.
“Grab the cash, Ace.”
His smile fades, and he stands up with his hands full of cash. “What?”
Before I can say anything more, the door to my right opens, and two Iron Kings walk out with guns aimed our way.
“You didn’t really think we’d let you just walk in here and take our money, did you?” The dude with short dark hair grins like the cat that got the fucking cream.
“Our money,” I growl in reply and lunge for one of the assholes.
A shot fires off, but it misses by a mile, and before they can squeeze the trigger again, I crash my body on top of them, sending all three of us to the ground.
“You are so fucking dead,” the other one with the long beard growls at me.
I pull my fist back and punch that fucker right in the nose.
“I think that’s my line, asshole.” Just as the words come out, a fist hits me in the side and knocks the goddamn wind out of me.
“You fuckers wanna fight? Let’s fucking fight!”
And then, I’m a wild man, throwing punches at both assholes until my knuckles are red and bloody, and I keep pounding.
“Save some for me.” Ace’s voice sounds behind me one second and the next, he’s got the dark-haired asshole by the kutte, and he’s throwing punch after punch right in his face.
“Think you can steal my fucking money?” He sends a fist to his nose and one straight to the chest. “You come into my fucking house and steal from me?”
His anger is palpable. He’s on fire as he takes it out on the closest Iron King.
While I’m busy watching Ace, the other fuck sucker punches me, and I turn to him with murder in my eyes. I spit out some blood and wipe my mouth with a smile. “You’re still alive? Let’s change that.”
His eyes widen, and the punk ass bitch tries to crawl away, but that shit’s not gonna happen. I grab his ankle and drag him back as I get to my feet and stomp the back of one knee and then the other.
“Ow, shit!” he screams.
“That’s right, you little bitch!” I grab a handful of his hair and use it as leverage to smash his face into the filthy linoleum of the kitchen that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned up since the nineties.
“How does that floor taste? Like your friends’ piss and jizz?” I smash is face three more times because that shit makes me happy.
He squirms to get away, but my knee is on his lower back, making it impossible for him to move. He wiggles like a giggling fucking toddler and gets away.
“Asshole! I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he says, managing to stand. Then he starts wildly swinging a blade in my direction.
“Oh, you want a knife fight?” I produce a blade of my own. “Let’s go, motherfucker.”
His face turns red with anger, and he lunges with a clumsy slice that tears the front of my t-shirt and nothing else.
“Dammit,” he says like someone stole his candy.
I smile. “Nice try, dick breath.” I swing next and the knife sinks into the skin between his shoulder and his chest. “That’s how you do it.”
He’s still swinging wildly and gets two baby slices on my right forearm and bicep. His satisfied smile just pisses me the fuck off, and I move forward, prepared to wipe that smile off his face permanently.
We both move forward at the same time except, my blade is longer and makes it to him first. The freshly-sharpened blade cuts through his abdomen like a tender steak, and he gasps and then grunts before falling to his knees, both hands now clutching his belly. “Don’t fuck with the Reckless Souls.” I take a step forward, and Ace puts a hand on my shoulder.
“That’s enough, Shades. We gotta get back.”
I nod, but I don’t move, not for a long minute. “Which one of you assholes threatened the girl at the church?”
Even through the pain of two stab wounds, the asshole smiles. “Fuck. You.”
“I still got my knife if you’re looking to get penetrated by something long and hard.” I smile at him and twirl the blade between my thumb and forefinger.
“It wasn’t either of us,” the other one growls, spitting blood on the floor and clutching his belly. “Get the fuck out.”
Ace kicks him in the head and pulls out his piece. A black Ruger nine mil and holds it out, ready to shoot anyone who moves.
“Shut the fuck up.” He turns to me. “Find something to tie these motherfuckers up with.”