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)
“Shut the door,” Pop ordered.
I did as he said, then I heard someone suck in a breath. I looked over to see a slut in the corner of the room. She’d been beaten up. She had blood on her face and was crouched on the floor. “River?” she whispered. My stomach rolled at the sound of my real name.
I frowned. My pop laughed. “Don’t recognize her, kid?” He shrugged. “Maybe it’s because I’ve rearranged her face. Or maybe it’s because you were so young when she betrayed us for Diablo cock.” He paused, and I knew it was so whatever he said next would punch me harder. “It’s your slut of a mama.”
My eyes widened as shock cut through me. “Mama?” I wanted to say, but my throat wouldn’t work. I couldn’t fucking speak!
“Kid’s still a retard. Actually . . .” My pop laughed. I couldn’t stop looking at my mama. She started crawling toward me. I wanted to go to her, but when I tried to move, my pop said, “One more step, kid, and I’ll make sure you don’t wake up for a week.”
I stopped dead, because that was a promise I knew he’d keep. He’d done that before. I wasn’t going through that shit again. Pop turned back to my mama, whose eye was closed with bruising. “Like I said, he’s still a retard. Can’t speak for shit. But it got worse when you left.” I glared at my pop. I fucking hated him at times. He smiled at me. Sometimes I wanted to punch him so hard. “You made him st-st-stutter. My fucking heir to this kingdom, nothing more than a useless little mute cunt. Who the fuck is ever gonna be scared of him? How the fuck will he ever lead my Hangmen when I’m gone?” My pop shrugged. “The fucker takes after you. Weak-as-piss retard.”
“River.” My mama reached out for me. I felt my throat getting thicker, and tears built in my eyes. But I couldn’t cry. Pop would beat me if I dared cry.
In a second my pop was off his chair and gripping my mama’s hair. He yanked her to her feet. Mama screamed, but Pop didn’t care. “She left you, kid. Don’t let her crawling on her slut knees, calling you by that piece-of-shit name she gave you, fool you. She fucking left you for a Diablo.” I frowned. We didn’t like the Diablos. They hated us and we hated them. My pop told me that one day soon he was gonna catch one and give me my first kill. He said that another war with them was coming. It hadn’t been long since the last one ended.
“River,” my mama said. “I can explain, baby. I’ve come back for—”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Pop punched my mama in the stomach. Her legs buckled, but Pop’s hold on her hair kept her upright. Pop looked at me again. “She left you, kid. She chose her new man over us. She’s back now because he saw through her pathetic shit and doesn’t want her anymore. Or . . .” He turned her and slapped her across the face. I stepped forward, ready to stop him, but Pop smiled at me over her shoulder. I knew that look on his face. I didn’t dare move anymore. My heart was beating so fast, and all I wanted to do was rip her out of his arms and run away. “Or have you come here for that cunt? Has he sent you in as a mole?”
“No!” Mama cried. My pop turned her around until she faced me. Mama held out her hand. “River . . . I’m so sorry . . .” she whispered, but before she could finish what she was saying, Pop put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. My eyes snapped shut as the bang thundered around the room. When I opened my eyes again, Mama was on the floor, blood pouring from her head. But her hand was still stretched out in my direction, and her eyes were open . . . and looking right at me.
“Mama . . .” I whispered. I felt a tear on my cheek.
Pop walked past me and slapped me across the face. “Cut the pussy fucking tears, Styx. That slut was nothing but trouble from the first time she spread her legs for me. Sanchez sent her to start the war. And it worked. She didn’t want you, kid. She didn’t love you. This was all bullshit, and she was using us to get in further with the Diablos. She’s going to the boatman with no coins on her eyes. She can wander lost for eternity. It’s what the whore deserves.” My pop slapped me on the back, then left the room. I stared at my mama until the prospects came in to move the body. I stared at her blood drying on the floor until someone came in and cleaned it.