Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
I'm making the rules now.
Getting into Tully Adcock's house is as easy as getting into Kaleo's was. Seems guys like them are all the same. They think they're tough, that no one will step to them. That no one would dare come after them inside their own homes. They're wrong.
I find the first of the three, Jace Adams, passed out on the couch with a bottle of Stoli knocked over beside him. I kick his Jays to wake him up. He doesn't get to die in his sleep. They didn't give Titan and Jana any mercy. I won't give him any, either.
"What the fuck?" he asks, jarring awake. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Kincaid."
The confusion in his eyes is laughable.
"You killed Titan James," I say.
Recognition flares in his gaze as soon as I say Titan's name. Kaleo wasn't lying. This motherfucker killed Titan.
"He was going to pay you," I say and pull the trigger on the gun I stole from Kaleo. The shot is loud, echoing in my ears. There's nothing satisfying about it. I still feel nothing.
His brain splatters all over the arm of the couch. He dies with his mouth hanging open and his hand on the back of the sofa where he was trying to push himself up into a sitting position.
I'm moving again in an instant, making my way carefully through the house. I find Tully in a bedroom, bare-ass naked with a line of cocaine still on the fucking mirror beside him. If he heard the shot that killed his friend, I don't think it registered in his cocaine-addled brain because he's still rolling up a dollar bill.
He jumps to his feet when I step into the room, but he's too full of blow to comprehend what's happening.
"You remember Titan James?" I ask him.
Like an idiot, he nods. That's all the confirmation I need.
"This is for him," I say and pull the trigger, pumping two bullets into his chest. He crashes backward, collapsing onto the bedside table. The mirror tumbles off the side of the bed, white powder sifting to the floor.
Sean's harder to kill. He hears me coming and starts firing through the bathroom door. I crouch down and wait for him to empty the magazine. As soon as he stops firing, I kick the door open. He's trying to jump out the window, his pants around his ankles where he tried to get them on in a hurry and failed.
"I'm gonna kill you, motherfucker!" he yells when he spots me.
"Like you killed Titan James?" I ask.
"Fuck you!" He reaches for his gun.
I don't know if it's the same one he just unloaded or not, but I'm not willing to take the chance. They've already given me everything I need to know Kaleo didn't lie to me about who killed Titan and Jana. I fire twice in rapid succession. One shot goes wide, slamming into the wall. The other hits Sean in the side where he's turned halfway toward me and halfway toward the window, torn between staying to fight and fleeing for his life.
"Fuck Titan's bitch ass and his whore mama!" he yells loudly and tries to haul himself the rest of the way through the window.
I pull the trigger again and then again. I don't stop firing until I've unloaded the gun in him. He slumps over, his upper body hanging halfway out of the window while his lower body is still in the bathroom. He doesn't move.
Satisfied none of them will ever be a problem for anyone again, I shove Kaleo's gun into my pocket and hurry from the house. People are hollering out front, asking what's going on. I jog through the backyard, keeping to the shadows as I strip the gloves off my hands and yank the beanie off my head.
By the time I hear sirens in the distance, I'm three streets away, headed toward Kaleo's territory. If anyone sees me, I'm banking on them thinking I'm one of his. If they don't buy it and I get busted…well, at least there are three fewer murderers running loose.
That's the best I can do for January. I couldn't save Titan. I couldn't protect her. She'll probably never even know that the men responsible for destroying her life are gone. There's no justice here. There's no peace in knowing they're dead. But their deaths are all I have to give her.
Maybe, someday, it'll be enough for her.
Maybe, someday, it'll be enough for me too.
Chapter Twenty
Cade
Present day
"Michael Kincaid?"
I glance up from the gun safe I'm trying to wrestle out Kaleo's front door to see an LAPD detective standing at the bottom of the steps with the same beat cop from the night of the break-in…the one who looks like he's twelve.
The detective standing next to the patrol officer with his hands on his hips makes the kid's inexperience glaringly obvious. The kid is baby-faced and full of hope. The detective is hard and unyielding, years of doing this job hanging in the air around him. He's got hard-ass stamped all over his face. He's maybe thirty-five, with dark hair and piercing eyes that blaze with intelligence. He's familiar, but I'm too fucking tired to place him.