Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
But the fucker bounced back.
“The soul who sins shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be upon himself, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon himself.”
His eyes flared as he coughed up the Bible.
Gripping his cheeks, my face met his. “Nah, the soul that sins is gonna fuckin’ rip you apart and send you to Hades, motherfucker.”
“Then Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire.”
“Fuckin’ kill him, Ky. Kill him or I will,” Flame hissed, his blade pressed so hard it started to draw blood.
“She is a temptress, a harlot! She must burn. She must repent!”
Turning my attention to the old fuck being held by Styx, I pounded over to where he stood, his face all high and mighty and proud.
“You got something to say, Grandpa?”
His wrinkled face reddened and he said, “She is born of the devil! She tempts anyone in her path. She must die! It is the only way to save her damned soul!”
“Maybe you need to fuckin’ die,” I spat back and turned my attention back the other cunt. He was the one that had hurt my bitch, and he was the one gonna die first.
“She was once my daughter! And she tempted even me!”
Stilling, I slowly turned to the old man. Rage like I’d never felt before swept over me. Reaching into my boot, I pulled out my blade, marched up to where Styx held him, and slit his throat. Styx dropped his almost-dead ass to the ground, and I knelt down and said, “You pedo piece of fuck. You touched your own kid and then fuckin’ blamed her. Tell Hades I said hello, ‘cause that’s the only place you’ll be going.”
As he gurgled on his blood, I stood, but not before I crushed his nuts and winkle-dick with my boot, smiling as he screamed out, the movement slicing his throat farther.
Shock spread on his features as blood poured down his chest. I left the molesting fucker to choke. He deserved to die… slowly.
“Ky!” Flame shouted. I jerked my chin at my brother, and his hand was shaking. “I wanna kill him. I wanna spill his blood… slowly. I wanna fuckin’ bathe in that shit.” Flame’s crazy black eyes were set on the Jesus in his hold.
Walking back to the disciple, I looked into his eyes and said, “You fucked my bitch? You lashed her, burned her, and tied her to this fuckin’ stake like you’re some cardinal in the Spanish Inquisition?”
He tried to give nothing away, but his eyes and nostrils flared slightly. That was all the confirmation I needed.
“Flame,” I said, “take off that fuckin’ gay-ass white dress he’s wearing.”
Flame frowned, but pushing the prick forward, he wrenched off that god-awful fuckin’ tunic and held it out. Glancing behind me, I spotted Cowboy and Hush with Lilah and said, “Cowboy?”
“Yeah?”
“Get this on Lilah. Cover her the fuck up so none of you fucks are staring at her pussy.”
Cowboy took the tunic, and I turned back to the bearded disciple. “So you fuckin’ raped my woman?” I asked tightly, feeling fuckin’ sick at the image. I felt like my blood was boiling, fuckin’ bubbling under my skin.
“She is a temptress and I am a blessed elder charged with her care… I was saving her black soul!”
Pointing my Uzi at his leg, I fired and sent a slug straight into his thigh. He screamed, but Flame put his gloved hand over his mouth to shut him the fuck up.
Next, I aimed at his right shoulder and sent another bullet into his flesh.
Tucking my Uzi into the back of my leathers, I pulled out my serrated knife. “Flame, strip him.”
The rapist on the floor began thrashing around, so much that I could almost smell his fear. Pussy. That was until Flame took his gun and smacked the butt into the back of his head. Flame sliced down the prick’s pants and ripped them clean off, the disciple’s goods all on show.
“Ky!” Smiler shouted, and when I turned around, he was hovering over Lilah. “She’s in shock, bleeding bad. We need to get the fuck home before it gets infected. Kill the cunt and let’s go.”
My eyes met Flame’s. “Cut his cock off, slowly, and fuckin’ choke him with it. And don’t stop until he’s dead. He doesn’t get to survive hurting my bitch.”
Flame’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas, and I leaned down to the disciple to say, “You fuckin’ love your God so much, go fuckin’ meet him.”
I stood and stormed across the clearing to retrieve my bitch. Hearing Flame tearing at the prick’s cock and the disciple’s pained cries had all us brothers wincing.
“Fuck, Ky!” Cowboy said. “Did you have to be so fuckin’ graphic?”
The cries soon became silent, and Flame made sure the fucker choked his dick down. The sputtering and gagging went on for a fuckin’ age until Flame suddenly roared out like the brother had just come in a bitch, and we all knew the disciple was dead.
Flicking out his German blade, Styx walked to the disciple, hovered over his chest, and began carving a huge H in his chest—his signature Hangmen mark. He then did the same to Lilah’s old man.
Prophet fuckin’ Cain would take one look and know who killed his pedo men. But I’m guessing the rat-brother would’ve known anyway. He had to know if he attacked us, a whole load of that prophesied evil he preached about so much would be dumped on his holy fuckin’ shoulders.
War was coming. Not right now… but it was coming soon, and I’d be fuckin’ ready.
“Let’s go,” Styx signed. Wiping the blood from his blade on the dried grass, he tucked it back into his boot. I scooped Lilah up in my arms, the blood from her injuries seeping through the tunic. Even in this state, she was so fuckin’ stunning my chest literally ached at how much I’d missed her. But fuck, what those bastards had put her through, her stunning body hacked up.