Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
When the time was about right Zack had slipped away to track our prey, he was known to frequent a place a couple streets over almost every night and he pretty much kept to the same routine. He wasn't very well liked in these parts but because of his father's money he got away with shit, it appears that Katarina and her friend were not his first victims and he was still up to his old tricks, after tonight this little slice of earth will be free of one less asshole.
When the call came Jared, Pete, Tommy and Paul stood up to leave, they'd already told their women they needed to step out just as I'd told Angel earlier.
"You don't leave this place until I get back you hear me baby."
"I hear you, I'll be right here when you get back, though I think Linda is planning to drag me up there to sing."
I looked towards the stage where some chick was muddling her way through Whitney Houston's I'll always love you.
"You can't be much worse than that babe, I'll try to be back in time to hear my baby do her thing." I kissed her goodbye and held on tight for an extra minute.
"I love you so fucking much baby."
"I love you too, you sure everything's okay?" She was beginning to know me too well, she was giving me that look like she knew something was up but couldn't quite put her finger on what.
"Everything's golden babe, no worries."
I left before I couldn't and followed my boys out the door.
"Let's get this shit over with, you guys ready, remember..."
"Boss don't start that shit again, we're in, that's the end of it."
"Okay Tommy, let's ride."
Zack was in the big truck we'd commandeered for the night.
We picked up Taylor's truck just before the turn off for the desert, instead of letting him go straight on the highway we closed him in and forced him to take the turn with Zack riding hard on his shoulder. He laid on the horn and I could see him flinging his arms around and yelling at us, daddy's little rich boy was accustomed to getting his way, he wasn't accustomed to anyone fucking with him, too bad.
When we'd got him to where we wanted him, far enough away from the highway and into the dark desert night we circled him with the bikes. I could see the fear dawning on him through the windshield. He seemed almost frozen as he stared out at us trying to see who we wee behind the shields of our helmets.
I got off my bike and approached the driver's side door, he checked that it was locked and tried to reverse but Zack's truck had him locked in. I used the heavy chain link in my hand to break the window.
"What're you doing are you mad, do you know who I am?"
I didn't bother to answer him I just threw the picture of the two girls through the window into his lap.
He turned white enough that I noticed that shit in the moonlight which was about the only light out here except for our headlights.
After I'd given him enough time to grasp the situation and plead for his pathetic life, which he did, I reached in took the picture back before pulling him out through the window kicking and screaming.
My guys started up their bikes and got in position as I wrapped the chain around his fucking neck, I said the only thing I had any intention of saying to him then, I whispered it in his ear.
"This is for Katarina."
I dragged him into the middle of the circle of bikes where my men proceeded to lasso his legs and arms with their chains.
"Please you can't do this, it wasn't my fault it was the meds man, please you can't do this." He pleaded and screamed to no avail, I was deaf and blind to his plight the lying fuck, only last week he'd been up to his old tricks again, the meds my fucking ass.
Climbing back on my bike I revved up and pulled off with his screams in my ears. The five of us took our bikes in opposite directions with the chains wrapped around him and attached to the bikes, it didn't take long for his body to break under the pressure, his screams were chilling but they were lost in the desert night.
I'd taken his head and each of my guys had got a limb, he hadn't been drawn but the fucker had been quartered.