Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“What the fuck?!” his buddy shouts when he comes around the corner of the house and sees me killing his friend.
He suddenly remembers he’s got a gun in his hand and raises it. I yank the knife out and launch it at him as hard as I can. He jerks to the side at the last second and the blade grazes his shoulder.
Shit, I must be getting slower in my old age. The younger version of me would never have missed an easy shot like that. Derek would be laughing his ass off if he could see me now.
The guy recovers and points the gun at me. I hold his friend up, ducking behind him as six shots ring out. They all land in my human shield’s chest. He goes limp in my hands as I pull out my own gun.
This time, I don’t miss. I get the shooter clean in the head with one shot, killing him instantly.
I guess I’m not that slow after all.
“What’s happening?!” the guy on the other side of the house hollers. “Ivan! Michael! Where are you?”
I let go of the dead body in my hand and he falls to the ground.
“Talk to me!” the guy hollers in a frantic voice as I sneak around the front of the house toward him. I’m staying in the shadows, which makes me practically invisible with my dark outfit and black makeup. Him, not so much. He’s waving the light on his cell phone around as he swings his gun frantically from side to side.
“What the fuck is happening out here?!” Crenshaw bellows from a window on the top floor. It’s Ruby’s room.
I grit my teeth as rage rips through my veins, knowing that fucker is in my baby girl’s room. It’s time to end this shit now.
I shoot the frantic guy twice. Once in the chest and once in the head as he falls down.
“Christoff!” Crenshaw shouts as the gunshots echo through the mountains. “Christoff, you good?”
“They’re all dead!” I shout back in a deep primal voice. “Come down here, you’re next.”
“Oh, fuck,” I hear him mutter. “Who the hell are you?”
“The angel of death,” I holler back. “The eater of souls. I’m the man who’s going to take your life for trying to hurt my girl.”
“Come and get it,” he shouts before firing blindly into the night sky.
That’s it, asshole. Waste all those bullets…
The firing stops.
I crouch down in the shadows, waiting for him to make the next move.
Besides the buzzing and crackling of insects, it’s silent up here.
My body is screaming at me to go and take him out, but I sit and wait, listening for a door to open.
I would have already been recklessly hunting him down in my youth, but in my youth, I didn’t have Ruby. I didn’t have someone amazing like her waiting for me to return home safely. I didn’t have a bright future like I do now.
I have to be smart. And careful. I have to return to my girl in one piece.
The back door slams shut and I burst into action, hurrying around the house with my gun drawn.
I peek around the house to the backyard with my pulse racing. It’s empty. Where the fuck is he?
I’m scanning the dark trees when I hear a gun cock behind me.
My blood goes cold.
“Drop it.”
Shit.
How the hell did this punk sneak up on me? I must be getting old.
Derek wouldn’t be laughing now. I’m in it bad.
I raise my hands and slowly turn around.
“I said drop the fucking gun!” Crenshaw roars. “Are you deaf, old man?!”
Our eyes meet. My heart pounds violently as I stare him down.
“Drop it!”
I let go of the gun and it falls to the ground with a clatter.
“Back up!”
I take a few steps back and he grabs my gun and stuffs it into his belt.
This fucker is trying to kill my Ruby. He doesn’t know how dead he is.
“What’s that shit on your face?” he says, pointing the gun at me. “Fucking crazy mountain weirdos. Where’s the girl? Where’s Ruby?”
“Ruby is my girl.”
“Tell me where she is or I’ll put one through your heart!”
“You’re going to need more than that gun to stop me.”
“Fine,” he says with his eyes narrowing. “Have it your way.”
He fires until the gun runs out of bullets. The flashes light up my backyard as four bullets slam into my chest, knocking the breath out of my lungs.
The impact throws me backward and I hit the house. I fall to my knee, gasping for breath as he turns and hurries into the front.
He thinks he’s killed me.
He doesn’t know I’m wearing a bulletproof vest.
Those bullets stung like hell and I’ll be bruised up pretty bad tomorrow, but they didn’t pierce my skin.
I get up and go after him.
“Shit!” I hear him shout on the other side of the house. “Useless fucking idiots!”