Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Pulling my piece from the back of my pants, I cock it and slide the door open, making sure to be quiet. Using my phone as guidance, I see him in the bathroom, searching through the cabinets. Kicking my shoes off quietly so he doesn’t hear me coming, I walk around the side of the apartment along the wall. He begins walking out the bathroom, cocky like he has nothing to answer for. Think again. Bang.
I fire a shot in his thigh and watch as he drops to the floor like a stuck pig. “Ah shit.” he bitches like a sissy. Scrambling and bleeding all over the floor, he reaches for his gun. Bang. In his fucking shoulder my next shot goes. “Shit.” he cries out.
“Put your fucking hands up. Move again and the next one goes in your head.” The blood pooling underneath him gives me a moment's pause. I don’t want her coming home seeing this shit. Plus, I need his holes plugged up because I need him alert and awake. “Shit.” Pulling up my phone I call Nose once again.
“Boss.” I roll my eyes at his nickname for me.
“I caught one in her place going through her shit. I had to poke him. I need some maids here to clean her place and for you to meet me at the hideout. Oh, tell doc we need some temporary patches.”
“I’m on it. See you there.” Putting my phone away, I put my gun to his head and make him get up.
“Move motherfucker.” His groans and cries of pain are music to my ears.
“Where the hell are we going?” Oomph. I slam the butt of my gun against his head, reminding the dumb fuck who is in charge. “Fuck, man.” he says, limping and hanging his head.
“Shut the fuck up until I ask you a damn question.” I open the back door and walk him to my car. Popping the trunk, his head bangs against it as it comes up. Blood spews from his mouth as a few of his teeth fly out. “Get in.” he slides in, his eyes shooting venom at me as he holds his hand against his mouth. Blood is now draining from his body, including his mouth, but it only feeds me.
Removing the tape from inside the trunk, I wrap it around his arms and legs and put some over his mouth before closing it. My heart is barely beating, the animal in me taking over. It recognizes that this soon to be corpse in my trunk, is a threat, an impediment to my woman and child. A piece of shit sent to disturb her peace and no doubt give her boss more leverage. Yeah. We will see about that.
The entire drive is spent thinking about what would have happened if she had come home. She would have come home to a man in her place, going through her shit. What if she had been there already. Would he have tried to take something that has only belonged to me?
I am so incensed. My mind and body is coiled so damn tight. Just thinking of this fucker touching her, scaring her, touching her shit is making me hot enough to see red. All I want to do is cut his fucking head off and send it to his boss as a warning. But, I recognize this is my chance to get more information to do what really needs to be done. Take him the fuck down.
I make it to the hideout and see that Nose is already here. “Everything is setup.” He says, hefting the big fucker over his shoulder. I guess when I knocked his fucking head against my gun, he must have passed out at some point.
“Thanks.” We walk in and set the security systems before turning on all the lights. I was just here less than two hours ago, but I always make sure things are clean no matter how many times I come and go. “Tie him to the fucking chair and wake him up.” I turn and see the doctors kit. Doc must have dropped off what we needed.
I walk over to the wall that holds the tools and try to figure out the best way to get the information I want. “Ahh fuck!” I hear shouted over the drumming of my mind. I glance over and see steam bellowing from his wet clothes and body. Ah. The hot water dump. Always effective. “I hope you know who the fuck you are messing with.” the words are barely coherent considering the missing teeth situation. I chuckle at his attempt at intimidation.
“I am not the one tied up, Skurwielu.” Once again focused on the instruments at my disposal, I remove the pinchers and torch from the wall. Turning, Nose immediately curses when he sees the heating instrument in my hands.