Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I wrapped one end of a chain through the bars of the gate and the other to my ride. I made sure that shit was done right and hopped back on my bike.
Revving up I pulled off hard pulling the gate and part of the wall behind me. We had to move fast because I didn’t want the fucker to know we were here and call the cops before I’d done what I came here to do.
Leaving the bikes parked out of sight we stayed to the tree line that surrounded the property and headed up to the house on foot.
I moved ahead of my boys who hung back, and rang the bell. You’d think I’d had some time to calm down on the ride over but nah. I punched him in his surprised face as soon as he answered the door.
“You hit my son you fuck?” He held his hands up to ward me off, but I kept coming.
“Answer me asshole, did you think it was funny to fuck with my kid because he didn’t have a father?”
“I never touched that boy, he’s lying.” The fucker cowered like the bitch that he is and looked around with wild eyes. I don’t know who the fuck he was expecting to save his ass.
“You calling my boy a liar you fuck?” I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the floor. Ten years in prison all a man has to do is work out. What the army hadn’t honed prison did.
“No-no it was just the one time.”
“You’re a fucking liar you fat fuck. He told me everything you did to him, how you told him he was nothing and his father was a piece a shit murderer.”
“Sucks to be you that I got cleared huh? You were gonna get rid of him so you could have his mother all to yourself? Who the fuck says that shit to a little boy?”
That was the shit my kid had told me on his way to school this morning, before this fucker tried to kidnap him. Like I didn’t have enough of a reason to take his ass down.
I was seeing red at this point and the only thing saving his ass was the fact that although he was by no means frail, his ass was still old and I might kill him.
Then this fucker changed right before my eyes and I saw the monster beneath the mask. This is what my son had lived with for the past year. This sick twisted fuck.
“I was there when you weren’t, and no matter what that bitch told you she knew. She didn’t want the little brat either. The son of a murderer.” He’d lost his fucking mind.
I didn’t believe for a second that she’d allowed him to fuck with my kid, but I was still pissed way the fuck off that she was careless enough to expose my
kid to this fuck.
Then the look in his eyes tipped me. He was seriously trying to get me to fuck him up. He wanted me to be sent away again. Sick fucker. That look worked to throttle me back, but not much.
“You ever come near my family again I’ll fucking end you.” I plowed my fist into his face one last time before stepping over his body and leaving him there.
My boys hadn’t moved from their posts at the door as lookouts. I turned to look back at him as he tried getting up off the floor. “Oh yeah, in case you’re thinking of calling the cops don’t.”
“I’ve already done time for a crime I didn’t commit I have no problem decapitating your ass and shitting down your fucking neck.”
I saw stark fear on his face as I turned and jogged down the steps heading back to my ride. I’m going to look into this asshole. My gut was telling me there was something there and I never ignore my gut.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later, I have to go see to my son.” They understood and we made plans to catch up over the weekend as I headed back home.
“Shelly, where the hell are you?” I called out as soon as I opened the door. I was finally pissed the fuck off at the situation and no longer trying to pretend that I wasn’t bothered.
She came to the bedroom door looking scared. I walked down the hallway to the other bedroom and found it empty.
“Where’s my son?”
“I called my mother to come get him.” She saw my hand go to my belt and the look on my face and turned to run.
“Uh-uh-uh, don’t do that, you’ll only make it worse.”
“Kane don’t, you just got home.”
“You let that fucker abuse my son it’s your ass.” It was suddenly all too fucking much.
I’m not the kind of man who can let that shit slide and now this business with him trying to grab my kid from school had tipped the scales.