Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Never Brother and I mean ever,” he tells me shakin’ his body, and I smile
“Bachelor for life, huh” he laughs
“Bachelor for life, I like that.”
*
When we pull back into the clubhouse, Nash is sittin’ at the bar and turns towards us
“You know where Jake is fuckers gone AWOL” I shake my head, but I feel Ella stiffen up
“Baby,” I say, and she looks up at me
“Yesterday morning, I ran into him, and he was going on about making the guy pay and something about a life for a life, he said he was sorry and that he’d make it better. I told him not to do anything stupid that I didn’t want that” I look at Nash as he stands up and I look around for Cuff pullin’ my phone out and call Jake’s number, but it goes straight to message bank
“Fuck”
“He’s not going to do anything is he?” Ella asks, and I shake my head not sure
“I have no fuckin’ idea baby.”
I walk down the hall to Jake’s room and knock, but there's no answers, so I pull my lockpick out and open the door and step in. “What the fuck?” I look around as picture after picture of an old guy, and a young woman plaster the walls at a café shopping mall the dinner the park an old guy mowing his lawn and many others, Socket walks in and stops
“What the fuck?” he says pullin’ one of the pictures off the wall “This is the old fucker who killed Chance and Gunner,” he says, and I look at him
“Fuck, Saint warned us about this.”
“Who do you think the girls is?” Ella asks as I look at them all
“No idea.”
“She must mean something to him, the old man, do you think Jake’s going to hurt her to get even.”
“Fuck I hope not,” I tell her as Nash walks in and stops
“Jesus christ!” he says
“Brother, we need to find him before he does something stupid.”
“Where’s Cuff?”
“No idea” Ella walks to a wall with all different papers on it and rips one off
“Here,” she hands it to me and I look down at what's written on it
‘Harold Pen, 267 Lake Round Drive’
“Let’s move out,” Nash says.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jake
I walk into the kitchen and start going through all of the draws pulling out a mallet a few knives and a rolling pin to start off. I look outside towards the shed and head out there, pliers a hammer a hacksaw. I look around and pick up the tin of gasoline, it’s heavy, so I know there’s some in it and I grab the matches off of the shelf and walk back inside and putting them on the kitchen table. “This should work” I pick up the hammer and feel the weight of it and walk back in, I look down at the chick. “This is gonna hurt darlin’,” I tell her as I lift the hammer and bring it down hard onto her hand and she screams through her gag the old man shakes in his chair trying to get to her or me. I lift it again and smash it back down making sure I get every bone, and she passes out with the pain.
The old guy watching as her head slumps forward and I lift her head up and slap her hard but nothing. I go to the refrigerator and get out some nice cold water and throw it on her making her come to, and she cries the whole time as I move her to the side so I can get a good swing at her, and I smash both, blood gushing down her legs.
The old fucker cries and watches as she passes out again and I throw more water on her, but it’s harder for her to come around. I go back into the kitchen and grab the mallet this time and bring it back in. I swing hard smashing it into the side of her head blood flies through the air, landing on the old fucker face and he closes his eyes. “You close your eyes again, and I’ll keep her alive for days torturing her.”
He opens his eyes and looks at her blood drips down from her mouth, and I pull her head back and see her cheek and nose are definitely broken. She whimpers as I raise the mallet and hit her on the other side hard and blood splatters everywhere.
I walk back into the kitchen and pick up one of the knives and walk back in stabbing her in the stomach over and over. The old bastard looking at me and I know he wants to kill me “Don’t worry, you won’t have to live with this long, your dying tonight” I tell him, as the girl stops moving altogether, and I cheek her pulse. “Still alive,” I say and walk back into the kitchen and look at all of the things on the table.