Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
They quickly drew their weapons and started firing off round after round, but it was all in vain. Neither of them knew where the shooter was hiding, and within seconds, they were both lying on the ground with blood pooling around their lifeless bodies. I still couldn't see who was doing the shooting, so I leaned forward and tried to get a better look.
That’s when I spotted a tall, dark figure emerging from the shadows.
He was wearing all black clothing with black cowboy boots, and he had long, dark hair that laid oddly close to his head. It was dark and hard to make out his face, but I could see that he was carrying an AK-47 with a large Wolverine suppressor. He looked intent on killing everyone in his line of sight, and he was headed straight for me.
It was only a matter of time before he spotted me.
I had to do something, so I crawled to the front seat and got behind the wheel. He was still charging towards me when I cranked the engine. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his weapon and began shooting. Bullets were raining down on me as I threw it into reverse and skidded out of the parking lot.
Once I could see the road ahead, I whipped it into drive and slammed my foot on the gas. When the shooting stopped, I glanced into the rearview mirror, and my heart started pounding as I watched the man climb into the van and start after me.
Fuck.
He was coming after me.
I had to get the hell out of there, so I turned my focus to the road ahead. The tires screeched against the asphalt as I took the corner on two wheels. The high speed made it difficult to keep control of the vehicle, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to gain some ground on him.
But I wasn’t gaining ground.
The asshole was coming up on me, and he was coming up on me fast.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, making my heart race and my vision blur. I tried to shake it off, but the impending threat made it difficult to think.
I did know one thing for sure. I had to get in touch with Cotton and let him and the others know that things had gone to shit. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and quickly dialed his number. Seconds later, he answered, “You got Cotton.”
“Prez, we’ve got trouble.”
“What’s going on?”
“All of Bruton’s guys are dead. His distributor, too.”
“What the fuck?”
“It was crazy, Prez. This guy came outta nowhere... None of us saw him coming. He killed them all. Every last one of them.”
“Fuck.” I could hear the concern in his voice as Cotton asked, “Where is he now?”
“Right on my tail.”
“Shit... Where are you?”
“About ten miles out of Seattle at the industrial park.”
“You gonna be able to shake him?”
“I’m trying.” I could see the van’s headlights drawing closer, so I told him, “But he’s not backing down.”
I knew I could handle the guy, but having this guy on my ass in a place I didn’t know was going to make it tough. And to be there without my brothers was only going to make it tougher. I was trying to think of my next move when Cotton asked, “What do you need us to do?”
“Just be on standby. I’ll call back when I can.”
I didn’t bother hanging up. I just left the phone sitting in the passenger seat and continued speeding towards downtown. I noticed that the van’s headlights had drawn closer, and in a blink, bullets shattered the back glass, sending glass blasting through the SUV. Several more shots were fired, and I could hear the bullets as they ripped through the seats, shredding the leather.
I hammered down on the accelerator again, causing the engine to roar. The sound helped to drown out the questions racing through my mind. Should I pull over? Should I continue to run? Those questions would’ve been easier had I been armed. Hell, there was a trunk load of weapons in the back, but without ammunition, they were of no use to me. I always carried, but Bruton wouldn’t allow it on the run.
He’d assured me and Cotton that his men had it covered.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
As soon as I made it back to the city, I started weaving through the busy streets, and after a few surprise turns, I started to put some distance between us. Even though I had no idea where I was going, I listened to my instincts, and it wasn’t long before the man was consumed by the very darkness from which he had emerged.
When I felt certain I’d lost him, I eased off the accelerator and took a couple of deep breaths. Once I’d collected myself, I grabbed my phone and was about to call Cotton back when I heard him shout, “Wrath! Wrath! Are you there?”