Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Asshole.” Preacher growls angrily at Braden and taps the clamps to the battery, sending about twelve volts through the pastor’s body.
I smile as I watch him twitch and convulse, eyes rolling in the back of his head. A gurgling sound comes from him for several seconds, and I keep grinning because it’s no less than this asshole traitor deserves.
He collapses onto himself when the volts stop pulsing through his body, panting heavily and shaking his head.
Before I can think better of it, I throw another fist at his nose.
“You are a real fucking piece of work, you know that? Letty, an innocent, could have died because of you, and all you can think about is yourself. You deserve to die, you filthy piece of shit! You know that?”
He nods. “I know. But I’m here because it is His will. Not yours.”
I smirk at his words. “I can’t fucking believe you. Easy to be pious when you’re here, alive because of a woman you should have protected. But I’m glad you have your faith, Braden, but it’s not your God you need to worry about. Fuck his forgiveness. It’s mine you should worry about because whether or not I forgive you will determine if you live to see the sun rise over another day in Angel Harbor.”
Braden nods. “Your judgment worries me less than His.”
“So be it,” I tell him and grab the clamps from Preacher, sending more volts through his body. “I don’t forgive you, and neither does Letty. You almost killed her. You fucking traumatized her, and you broke your word, dishonored your fucking promise. Think of that when you meet your so-called maker.”
Braden is whispering to himself, another fucking prayer as if that can save him now.
“Shut the fuck up,” I roar and backhand him before sending another dozen volts through his body.
“Shades,” Preacher growls but it’s too late. Braden is unconscious. Preacher checks his pulse. “He’s still breathing, which is damn good for you. Ace is gonna be pissed.”
“Sorry,” I shake my head, not feeling sorry at all. Fuck Braden and all the bullshit he stands for.
“I know he hurt your girl, but you gotta pull it together. Letty is fine, and she’s waiting for you. Don’t fuck that up.”
I nod at Preacher’s words. “Thanks, brother.”
The heavy metal door of The Chamber slides open, and Ace appears along with Joaquin, Coop, Jordi, Wild Man, Lucky, and Devon.
“Get anything useful?”
I look at Ace. “Not really. Braden’s been working with the Kings the whole fucking time. He’s got a bitch on the side with a kid who’s a junkie and needs the money.”
The story sickens me, and I shake my head. “He offered up Letty as a sacrificial fucking lamb to get at our money in the safe.”
Ace’s eyes widen in surprise. “She didn’t give it up?”
“Seems like she didn’t, not that it fucking matters with the church in ruins now.”
Ace turns to the group. “Wild Man, Jordi, go back to the church and find that fucking safe. Chief Doherty won’t cause you any problems.” The two men take off quickly at the Prez’s orders. “We’re gonna need a bigger safe.”
Joaquin laughs the loudest. “A bigger safe,” he snickers. “Like a bigger boat.”
Lucky rolls his eyes but ultimately joins in on the laughter.
“Is he dead?” Ace asks with a nod in Braden’s direction.
“No.” Preacher speaks up with confidence. “He’s unconscious, probably from the shock or the pain, but he’ll live.”
Ace nods. “Good. Anything else?”
“Other than the fact that Hector is so fucking jealous he’s willing to burn Angel Harbor to the ground to get at us, not really.”
“Too bad. We’ll keep him until I’m sure he has nothing else to offer,” Ace says ominously, but the truth is I look forward to watching the fucker wither away until he’s nothing but skin and bone.
“Doherty has Hector, Nogales, and two other Iron Kings in custody. Don’t know if it’ll last, but for now, they’re behind bars.”
“Fuck yeah,” I roar with excitement. “Should we hit a stash house or ten while the leader is out of commission?”
Ace grins. “Love the way you think, brother.”
The metal door creaks, and on instinct, each of us pulls a gun and aims at the door. No one knows about The Chamber but us.
Whoever it is clearly is too fucking dumb to realize he’s about to get pumped full of lead, and I cock my gun, forefinger ready to squeeze the trigger.
A figure steps inside. The darkness in the parking lot and the shitty illumination of the naked bulb do fuck all to reveal his identity, but the intruder is big with broad shoulders nearly spanning the width of the door.
A deep voice says, “What the fuck is going on down here?”
Ace shouts, “Don’t shoot!”
Oh shit! Who could it be?