Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You know fuck all about Emma.” He spat.
“Really? You sure about that?” Prez taunted. He rattled off her and her mother’s address and then gave a brief description. “She seems a sweet kid. Didn’t like it very much when we told her what you’d done and that anything that happened to Nicole would be done to her. So far you’ve said you fucked her ass. Anything you want yo add?” Duke could see thin lines of blood trailing down Wrath’s fingers from where his hands were fisted so tightly. He gave no response, visibly seething. “Make the call Duke and put it on speaker.”
Wrath was shaking now, neck bulging and wide eyes showed his fear and disbelief that he was trying to unsuccessfully mask. Duke dialled a number and silence reigned as everyone listened to it ring.
“Boss.” It answered.
“Nicole’s been fucked up the ass. Make it brutal.” They all listened as girlish screams blared from the phone’s speakers amidst desperate pleas for help.
Wrath shot forward but was restrained by his brothers. “Give her up Wrath or this is going to get bloody, if it isn’t already.” Prez nodded towards the phone. “We’ve got no beef with your brothers. Just you. The girl’s already got shot in the arm and now this. How much more are you going to put your daughter through? And make no mistake about it, we’re making sure she knows that everything that’s happening to her is because of her dear old daddy.”
His face was distorted by his anger. He looked manic. “Light them up!” Wrath yelled, reaching for his own weapon. The only ones who did were his inner circle. They were quick, but the Fallen brothers were quicker. Duke’s shot stayed true as if blasted through Wrath’s VP’s forehead. He watched as the body crumpled to the ground amongst the others and blood seeped into the ground below. The fucker had tormented Nicole when she was here before, that shot was for her.
Wrath’s gun was pointed straight as Prez but he had yet to pull the trigger. Indecision shadowed his eyes. He was twitching and blood was splattered over his face and body from his fallen comrades, the only men present who were loyal to him. Now he was alone and he knew it. His eyes turned to his remaining brothers who were stood with their arms raised. Some of their own free will, others from the guns pushed into their backs by their own brothers. These were their inside men. They were loyal to Riot MC but not Wrath. The club had gone to shit and they wanted to see a change. This was their way of bringing that about. He could see confusion and terror behind Wrath’s dead eyes. His world had crumbled and he hadn’t seen it coming and he didn’t know where it was going either. There was no way out. No happy ending. Duke couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face.
“I’d drop that gun if you ever want to see your daughter again, Wrath.” Prez was smirking at him and Duke was revelling in his downfall.
Wrath held his position for a few seconds before his gun fell from his grasp. Duke broke from the group and circled behind Wrath, roughly pushing him to his knees. He got the cable ties from his pocket and tightly bound his hands and feet making sure the they cut deep into his skin. He wanted to do so much more but they needed answers first. Prez gave him the nod and Duke ploughed his fist into Wrath’s head with as much force as he could muster. The crack sounding from his skull was deeply gratifying. Wrath was slumped on the ground, knocked out. Two of his brothers dragged him to their truck that was waiting just outside the gates and threw him in the back. Duke walked back to Prez and turned to face what was left of Riot MC.
“We’re leaving. We got what we came for. We don’t want a war but if you bring it we’ll make sure to end this MC for good. You’ve been warned.”
Duke saw some of the brothers nod in acceptance while others sneered and their eyes promised revenge. It was up to whoever their President was now to sort the ranks and enforce decisions. If they decided to come at Fallen it would be the last thing they’d ever do. His breathing was easier as he climbed back onto his bike but it wouldn’t slow until Nicole was back unharmed and Nole Fletcher and Wrath were in the ground.
They headed back to the compound where all the other brothers were waiting. Prez filled them in while Duke supervised Wrath being hauled into an outhouse and strapped to a chair. He was joined by Razor and Slam. He turned to them, eager to hear news of Nicole.
“Nic wasn’t in their hideouts, brother. We need answers from this fucker and we need them now.” Razor seemed to be acting different but Duke hadn’t got the time to figure out why.
Prez, Hollywood and the Musketeers approached and they all headed in to the outhouse. Duke was taking lead. He knew no one would argue. This was his retribution to deliver. Wrath was staring, defiance radiating from him. Duke knew it would take time to break him but he’d get there.
“You wanna tell me where you’re keeping Nicole?”
“Fuck you!”
“You sure that’s your answer?” Wrath kept his stare and didn’t answer. “Okay, have it your way.”
For the next hour Duke tortured Wrath. He pulled his finger nails and teeth with pliers, carved ‘Fallen’ onto his stomach, beat the soles of his feet and carved up his arms. Wrath was starting to break but not fast enough for his liking and Duke was getting desperate. The fucker was stronger than he gave him credit for. He was afraid to do much else, he could bleed out from the injuries he already had and dead men don’t talk. Time to kick it up a notch.