Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
I scanned the area for my chapter. Ky, Tank and Bull, Hush and Cowboy were firing their Uzis from the right, hitting targets. Vike and Rudge were together on my left, doing the same. Flame had his knife in one hand, Uzi in the other, hacking up the fuckers he shot first. Smiler was the furthest ahead. Deep in among the Klan who were pouring out in fucking waves from the buildings. Brother was shooting, then using his knife to cut off fingers, tongues, ears . . . whatever fucking else he could, before taking down another. He was going postal . . . but he had the fucking right.
Seeing a Klansmen coming from my right, I sent a bullet through his head. Another three fell because of my bullets. Then I noticed what looked like the headquarters ahead. Whistling to Ky and Tank, I pointed at the building. Klan were dropping fast. There were too many of us for them to take without the support of the cartel. I scoured the area for any cartel—nowhere to be fucking seen.
Seemed Valdez was holding up his part of the deal.
Shooting my way through the Klan charging at us, I made a path for the headquarters. The giant swastika that hung outside made it fucking obvious this was where shit went down. Assholes. Always made themselves easy to fucking work out. Never knew how to just shut the fuck up with all the Nazi shit.
Making it to the front of the building, I killed the fucker who came running out—a shot straight through the heart. He fell at my feet, and I spat on his ugly fucking white-power face. I stood to the side of the building; Tank and Ky did the same. Nodding at Ky, I smashed the door and started searching the rooms. Nothing. There was nothing fucking here.
A shot suddenly rang out from my right. The bullet grazed my arm. I glanced down at the wound—the fucker had drawn blood. Pissed the fuck off, I charged in that direction. I knocked the fucker to the ground the minute I found him hiding behind a door. Taking my German knife, I sliced it into his thigh. The moment his gun fell from his hand, I grabbed the prick by his neck and dragged him to his feet. Pulling out my knife, I held it to his throat and threw him into the main body of the building. Ky and Tank came running in.
“Empty. None of the leaders are here,” Ky said.
Tank looked at the prick trying to pull out of my arms. He smiled, but it was nothing but a bloodthirsty fucking grin. “Keaton Brown.”
The asshole in my arms tried to run at Tank. I let that fucker go, and Tank slammed his fist into the Nazi’s face. He knocked him to the ground. Tank picked him up and held him still. Walking toward him, I plunged my German blade right into the fucker’s shoulder. He screamed, and I made sure I was looking into his fucking eyes as I did so.
Pulling back my knife, I nodded to Ky. Ky kicked the Nazi off his feet. Fucker sprawled on the floor, groaning. Brothers started coming in through the door. Bull lowered his gun when he realized it was us. Vike, Rudge, Smiler, Flame, Cowboy, Hush, and AK came in too. They were covered in blood and wired from their kills.
“Other chapters are on the perimeters for any fuckers trying to escape. Diablos are making contact with Valdez.” AK lowered his rifle. “The camp is ours.”
I turned to the fucker on the floor. As I pocketed my knife and gun, Ky spoke my sign aloud. “Where’s Landry, Beau Ayers, and the governor?” I stepped closer until my foot stepped on the fucker’s fingers. I smiled when his bones crunched under my boot.
The Nazi looked up, but only after the pissant had stopped screaming. “Not here,” he spat out through gritted teeth . . . then the asshole tried to smile. Taking my knife from my pocket, I started slicing an “H” into his chest. He screamed again, his body jumping. Tank yanked up his head.
“Where are they, cunt?” Ky snarled. When the prick didn’t answer, I dug my knife across his stomach. “He can do this all day,” Ky said, as the Nazis eyes started to roll in pain.
Tank leaned down. “Tell us where they are, Keaton, and where you’ve got Tanner, and it’ll be a quick death.” At the mention of Tanner, the fucker smiled. Blood stained his teeth.
He spat blood to the floor. “That traitor will die,” he hissed.
Will die . . . Tanner was still alive.
Moving in front of the Nazi, I rolled my neck, then drove my blade into his thigh. He nearly passed the fuck out. With every new slice or cut I made, he screamed until he was too fucking far gone to scream anymore.