Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Flame?” Maddie said and stood up.
“Flame, you’re fucking coming with us,” Ky ordered. I wasn’t letting Maddie fucking go. “Flame! Get Maddie to the fucking back room! You’re needed!”
“I will be okay,” Maddie said. “You must go.”
“Rider, you protect them. Zane, you watch them all too. Patrol and get some fucking guns from the armory.” Styx hands were moving so fast I could barely fucking read them.
“Let’s go!” Ky shouted. Maddie moved to the back room, Rider and Zane following behind her. I wanted to run after her, fucking keep her beside me. I could protect her more if she was beside me. Nothing would happen to her if she was protected by me.
“Flame, she’s safe. Let’s get this done with.” AK waited for me by the doors with Vike. We ran out of the clubhouse. I jumped in the truck and followed the bikes down to the barn. I saw the flames climbing high through the trees. Orange flames. My blood rushed faster the closer we got to the flames. The fire fucking called to me, the devil calling to the demon in my soul. I gripped the steering wheel.
“No,” I said to the fucking devil inside me. “Go the fuck away!” I jumped out of the truck and ran, following the path to the barn. I stopped beside Vike and AK. The rest of my brothers were already there.
“What. The. Fuck?” Vike said. The flames cut across the dirt in a wide circle, crawling on the ground like a snake. The circle reeked of burning gasoline. Then, in the center of a circle, was a woman tied on an upside down on a wooden cross. A dead, naked woman with her torso split open, all her organs gone from inside her. And her mouth… her mouth was sewn shut with thick black stitches.
“Well. That ain’t something you see every day,” Ky said and walked closer. “What the fuck’s this sign?” He looked to Tanner and Beau. “Some Klan shit?”
Tanner shook his head. “Ain’t Klan.”
“It’s a pentagram,” Samson said. Solomon was beside him, nodding, arms crossed over his chest.
“Sign of the devil,” Solomon added.
My breathing became faster as I stared at the symbol on fire. It smelled of gasoline too. The fire hissed as the flames roared higher. The devil… the snakes… the flames… it was the fucking devil. My poppa warned me of this. Fire. Evil was coming. I knew it was coming. Death and pain and fucking flames.
Ky bent down near the fire. “There’s her heart.” Ky pointed to the center of the symbol. The bitch’s heart was sitting in the middle, blood dripping onto the small patch of grass untouched by fire. Beau arrived with buckets of sand. He tossed the sand onto the fire, putting it out. The second it was extinguished I felt myself take a deep breath. But my arms began to itch, my feet began to pace. I could still feel him near. Feel the fucking devil near. Turning over my arm, I sank my nails into my flesh until I felt my nail break through to my vein. I hissed as the blood began to trickle down my skin, rolling over my palm. I fisted my hand and breathed as my dick grew hard.
Styx moved closer to the bitch who was tied to the upturned cross. She was tied down. Just like I had been tied down by Pastor Hughes and bitten by snakes. My skin twitched as I remembered them slithering over my skin. As they crawled all over my body, sinking their teeth into my flesh—the devil recognizing me as his own.
Styx lifted his hands. “Samson, Solomon, Beau. Take the perimeter. Check for any signs of the fuckers who left this.” The three of them jumped on their bikes and took off. Styx stood up and crossed his arms across his chest. Ky flicked his chin at Ash. “When did you see it?”
“Just before I came to y’all. I was walking through the woods and saw the flames.” Ash turned his head to me. I didn’t know why he was looking at me. We hadn’t spoken since that night in the woods.
“You never saw who left it?” Ky asked. Ash shook his head.
“The goats’ heads. The fucking blood. Now this?” Tank bent down at the cross, at the bitch hanging, hole on her stomach. “The heart in the pentagram. Her fucking stitched-up mouth. What the fuck?” Tank ran his hand over his shank scar. “Devil-fucking-worshippers? That who we fucking dealing with now?” My pulse started firing faster. Devil-worshippers. I had demons in my blood.
“Or fuckers pretending they are,” AK said. “Don’t think we get many legit devil-worshippers around these parts.”
Styx began to sign. “Cut her the fuck down and burn the body. Not having this shit on our land. We need to patrol. We need to find the assholes who brought this to our door.” Styx smirked. “And we need to teach them a fucking lesson.”