Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
"This coming from a man who boxed in a woman and forced her to be taken at gunpoint. Sure, you're a real man. A man. Ha. I don't need to tie you down. The only reason you're there is that you're a little bitch and would try to run."
"Then kill me already."
"Nope. It doesn't work that easily. See, my wife is going to suffer from this second attack for a long time—months, if not years. Maybe that's what I should do to you? What do you think, guys? Should we string these fucks up until they die and let them fester in here? Or do we end it tonight?"
"I don't know. Jules is going to be struggling until she can get past the fear of leaving her house. I don't think they should get off that easily."
"Why don't you take us to jail?"
"It serves us no purpose. Give us a reason to spare you."
"I don't know anything. They only told us the first plan didn't work and the drugs must have not kicked in yet."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"They spiked her tea the first time, but it must have been too weak of a dose or he went in too soon."
"How did he get into her house?"
"Her parents met him in the driveway, gave him the code and keys."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Banks takes his gun out and finishes the first guy while Alan and his silent partner watch. The next guy gets it as well, but I want Alan to suffer. I slice a smile across his face and then add three swipes to each arm, light, non-fatal cuts, because I want him to suffer enormously.
We spend the next hour checking on him on and off while we let him stare at his friends. Each one of them deserved their fate many times over. They had brass balls when they attacked my wife and talked shit the entire time until I appeared. Then, they didn't have shit to say.
I walk back into our meeting room and take a seat. "So are we going to discuss the elephant in the room or not?" Banks asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Her parents. They set her up. Do we do away with them, or find a way to trap them and send them to prison?"
"I'd like to skin her stepfather alive and let the other two kill each other to see who would win, but I won't hurt my wife. She doesn't love them because of all the pain they've caused, but she might not want me to kill them."
"Since we got rid of these fucks, we can't say they told us. We'll have to find a different avenue if we go that way."
"Cyber, can you pull all of the Walkers' personal information? Banking, everything?"
"Yes. I'll get on it first thing in the morning."
We spend the next two hours cleaning up our mess and taking the bodies to be disposed of. It won't take long for the pigs to do their job, but Cowboy and Ghost will be looking over the work. By the time I finally check on Alan boy, he's completely passed out. A sense of guilt fills me, and I finish him off with my blade. I'll let the guys deal with him.
"So I'll see you in the morning. How is nine for you?"
"That should be okay. Jules needs all the company she can get. I don't want her to be frightened for the rest of her life."
“We’ll do all we can. The boys will be coming down to visit when they get a chance. It’s been rough with being on call.”
“No. I get it. I really appreciate that you came here.”
“She’s like a daughter to me. My brother would be rolling over in his grave if he saw the way she was being treated. I never knew the true extent of the abuse or I would have removed her years ago.” Yes, Jules told me her dad had died of a heart attack while out golfing with Mr. Banks. I know that’s total bullshit. He’d been on a secret mission when the heart attack came. It shocked them all that he had a bad heart. It makes me want to get another physical so Jules knows I’m okay. I’d hate for her to worry that something like that could happen to me so young.
“Do you believe they abused her physically?”
“No. Purely mental. Although I would definitely ask if she had anything to drink during the first attack. What had they tried to give her?”
I nod, and we shake hands. “I better get back to her. I don’t want her to worry about being without me. Fuck, I let her out for one day without me, and this happens.”
“I know. It’s like you have to lock her up.”
“And that shit isn’t cool either.” We walk out together, and I head home while he takes off to Jackson’s house.