Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Yeah, you ain’t deaf, just dumb.”
The Trooper slid his sunglasses down his nose far enough to peer over them. “How old are you, kid?”
“Eighteen,” he lied.
“Must have a glandular problem, then.”
Randy grabbed his crotch. “Had no problem fuckin’ your mom’s hairy snatch. She even begged me for more.”
“Why don’t you step out of the car.”
“Are you askin’?”
“Did I make it sound like I was?”
“Did your sister tell you I throat-fucked her ‘til she gagged and swallowed my hot, salty cum?”
A hand reached into the driver’s side window so quickly, Randy didn’t have time to dodge it. Fingers snatched the collar of his T-shirt, while the pig’s other hand grabbed his neck, and he was yanked bodily through the window. He landed hard on the searing hot berm of the road.
After registering the pain, his first thought was that vehicles were driving at a high rate of speed not that many feet from his exposed melon.
As he tried to get up, a boot on his back shoved him back down.
“I was wrong. I do think I need my ears cleaned because I couldn’t have possibly heard what I did.”
Randy spit a little bit of blood out onto the blacktop in front of him. “Nah. You heard me right. Fucked your mom, fucked your sister, then I blew my load up your daughter’s tight ass. It was sloppy seconds, though, you musta gave her the first load.”
The boot on his back turned to a knee and the pig’s crushing weight made it hard to breathe.
Randy heard a clicking sound before feeling the press of a metal rod to the back of his neck. One of those expandable metal sticks that five-o carried. The one they loved to beat innocent people with. Fuckers.
“Good thing you’re eighteen. Otherwise, you’d end up in juvie for grand theft, instead. They’ll like fresh meat like you in prison. Tight hole. Sweet, young mouth. Just enough hair around your asshole so Bubba can pretend it’s a virgin pussy. Hope you like big, black dick.”
“Know your wife loves it,” were the last words he recalled saying.
He didn’t remember anything after that.
Not for a long time.
Chapter One
Rook followed the same well-beaten path through the woods they’d followed a few times before. One they knew was free of booby traps. Or at least it had been the last two times he and Easy hoofed it up the mountain and searched for Shade.
They’d hit the edge of the main clearing, then the two of them would branch off and begin their search for their missing brother.
Rook hoped like fuck he didn’t stumble over the man’s body in the dark. That would freak him the fuck out.
He would’ve skipped going up Hillbilly Hill tonight because he was horny as all fuck and would’ve rather gotten laid instead of trudging through fucking woods filled with a dangerous and crazy cult, but fuck no...
Instead of sweating over some wet snatch, he was sweating as he tromped over wet leaves and uneven terrain in boots definitely not made for hiking. They were made for riding his sled. Or kicking in someone’s teeth. Or stomping on someone’s fingers because they needed to be broken and the asshole needed a lesson.
Yeah, not made for flitting through the fucking woods like a forest fairy.
But Shade was not only their club brother, he’d gotten really close with Easy, who was now more like his blood brother.
And, of fucking course, that was what family did. Had each other’s backs.
Or at least real family did.
Not sperm donors and cum dumpsters. Those didn’t count as real family.
He muffled his frustrated sigh.
They were as quiet as possible whenever they came up here to search. The plan was if they crossed any Shirleys old enough to grow hair on their balls, they’d take them out if the opportunity was right, but right now, their main goal was to find Shade.
The man had been on the Clan Plan by himself and already gotten beat to fuck by one of the inbred hillbillies and had to take two weeks off to recover. However, the moment Shade was allowed back on his feet, he ghosted.
Judge had pinged the tracking app on Shade’s cell phone several times, but the thing had been turned off. Or destroyed.
It was too weird the man just upped and disappeared without a fucking trace.
Judge and Trip didn’t want to give up looking for their brother until they either found him, dead or alive, or they at least heard from him.
From what Shade last told the prez and sergeant at arms, only about eight Shirley males remained breathing. Well, now seven since Easy took out one on their last trip up.
Maybe since they were running out of Shirley males, they trapped Shade and was using him for breeding like they’d done with Autumn. It was a desperate way to bring in fresh blood since the Shirley bloodline was so damn incestuous that their family tree looked like a twig.