Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I don’t want no trouble, man.”
“I asked you a fucking question.”
“Now, just hold on a minute.” We closed in tighter, making sure Bolder and every member of the Sparrows understood the gravity of the situation. “We got no qualms with you. What happened wasn’t about you and your club, man.”
“You made it about me when you came on our turf and killed our prospect.”
“Nah... it wasn’t... It wasn’t like that.”
He was scared shitless.
And he had every right to be.
One look at my father surrounded by his brothers and any man would be shaking in his fucking boots. It was even worse because he knew he’d fucked up, and he’d fucked up bad. He knew damn well that he shouldn’t have let his boys handle things with Nix like they did, and now, there were consequences to be had.
“I’m telling ya. You got this wrong. I don’t want no trouble.”
“Well, trouble is what you got.”
Bolder stood and started to back away. He didn’t get far before Grim and I grabbed him. The blood drained from his face when I tucked his arm behind his back, restraining him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Knowing he was fucked, the asshole started to completely freak out, and he used every ounce of strength he had to try and break free from our grasp. But it was no use.
He was no match for us.
Grim slammed his fist into his side, and Bolder crumpled like a tin can. I wrenched his arm up higher, and in a matter of seconds, Bolder’s face was smashed against the hard, concrete floor. Grim leaned down next to him and growled, “Only a fucking coward would order a drive-by on a kid like Nix. He deserved better than that, and you know it.”
“It was his brother’s idea. It was him.” Bolder started to beg, “Just let me go, and I give you my word that you won’t have no more trouble out of us.”
“Your word doesn’t mean shit to me.” Dad crossed his arms, causing his muscles to bulge as they rippled down from his shoulder to his forearm. His fierce appearance was intimidating as he looked at him with disgust. With a shake of his head, Dad looked to Grim and said, “Pull him up.”
Grim gave Bolder a quick tug, and once he was up on his feet, Dad stepped forward and looked him dead in the eye, “You’re gonna step down as leader of the Sparrows.”
Suddenly, panic crossed his face. “I can’t just step down.”
“You can and you will,” Dad demanded. “And if you don’t, you’re as good as dead.”
Hoping that he could persuade Dad to give him a break, Bolder immediately said, “Nix was our legacy. He grew up with us. We looked out for him and his family, and then, he turned his back on us and his brother. He knew what was expected of him, and he bailed. That shit’s on him. We gave him a chance to make it right, and...”
“I’m not here to argue with you. It’s not worth my fucking breath. I’ve told you how it’s gonna be, and either you do it or face the consequences.”
Bolder looked around at his crew, and they all had bowed heads and looks of repulsion. There was no respect there. His days were done with or without Dad’s order. Knowing he had no other choice, he succumbed to his fate and said, “Fine. I’ll step down.”
“If I see you or any other Sparrow near Fury land, you’re as good as dead. Is that understood?”
“Yeah, we got it.”
“Good.” Dad withdrew his weapon and aimed towards the ceiling. “You’ve all got two minutes to get out, or you’re going down with the bar.”
“What?” Bolder gasped.
“A minute and a half,” Dad warned as he fired off a round.
The Sparrows scattered like flies, and within seconds, they’d all left the premises. Dad took a quick look around, then ordered, “Do a walk-through and make sure everyone is out, then torch the place.”
No one questioned the order.
We all knew it was coming.
The bar wasn’t just the Sparrow’s hangout. It was owned and run by one of their own, and they were lucky it was all they were losing. It would’ve been much more, but we’d already taken out everyone involved in the shooting. Ghost and I checked all the bathrooms and the kitchen, and once we were certain there was no one around, we went back to the main bar and checked in with Seven. “Bathrooms and kitchen are good.”
“Office is too,” Goose added.
“Then, we’re good to go.” Seven gave Rusty the go-ahead, and he and several of the prospects started dousing the place with gasoline. “Time for us to clear out.”
I nodded, then followed them out to the parking lot. We’d just mounted our bikes when Rusty and the prospects came rushing out behind us. We all stood in the parking lot and watched as the flames started to engulf the bar, and as soon as he could see that the fire had taken hold, Seven gave us the signal to roll out.