Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die.
Through the whole of his life, he’d never been afraid. Not once had he ever been afraid. Going to prison, getting beat up, he had lived through hell, and yet throughout it all, he’d not been afraid, and he had accepted his fate. Right here, right now, he couldn’t handle it. Charlotte’s scream would be something he’d not be able to forget for a long time.
He had failed her.
Master wouldn’t have gotten to her if he’d gone to the shops with her.
Fuck!
Riding toward the apartment building that had been rundown and was the filthiest building he ever seen, Gash pulled up, and climbed off his bike. He rushed toward the door, and stopped as he heard his voice. Master’s voice.
“Don’t you want to see who I am?” Master asked.
Gash was going to kill this fucker. He was going to destroy him, and laugh as he did.
“You messed with the wrong man,” Gash said, turning around, and coming to a stop. He’d never expected to see him again, and hadn’t given him a thought, as he’d assumed he was dead.
“Hello, brother.”
“Andrew.” He stared at the brother he’d not seen in over fifteen years. The last time he’d seen the man before him was when Tiny told him he couldn’t join the club.
“I go by Master now.” The man before him was his brother, but he’d changed. There was no sign of him being an addict. The suit was expensive, and he was filled out. “Do you like?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” This was the man who had been hurting women. His own brother had paid Jeff and Rebecca to set him up for rape and murder.
“I’m playing. You know as kids we always liked to play.”
“You also liked to trap and torture animals.”
“I’ve upgraded. I torture people now, men and women. It’s fun.” Andrew smiled. “I like to keep women as my pets now.”
“You brand them.”
“You’ve heard of my work.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” He charged toward his brother, slamming his fist against Andrew’s face.
His brother laughed, wiping away some blood from the cut lip. “You sure know how to pack a punch.”
Screams came from behind him, and Gash looked back. Charlotte was in there.
“I’m going to have to ask you, brother. Do you love your woman enough to let me go?” Andrew asked.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“All will be revealed. I sent Whizz an email. It has a rather poetic message.”
“You’re my brother,” Gash said.
“I wasn’t your brother a long time ago, even before we tried to join The Skulls. You should tell Tiny that it was his mistake, and he had it coming. MCs have a very short life. It’s outdated, and they’re all going to move on because of men like me.”
“No one is going to stop The Skulls.”
Master laughed. “I’m not like any other enemy you’ve faced, Gash.”
“We’ve defeated every single person who has come to take us down.”
“It’s going to be interesting, isn’t it, Gash? You won your chance at being part of The Skulls.”
“You were a fucking addict, Andrew. You were more interested in getting high than you were in being loyal. The point of the club is to watch each other’s back.” Gash didn’t even know why he was justifying himself to his brother. Andrew had always been a sick fuck, torturing animals when they were growing up, hurting people every chance he got. He should have stopped him, and now others were going to suffer.
Andrew shrugged, running his hands down his pristine suit. “Let’s see who will win this time. I’d say we’re equally suited. I’ll give you a proper burial when it is all over.”
This time Gash laughed. “You see, Andrew, the reason we’re not going down is because you sent us everything you’ve got, and yet, we’re still fighting strong. You can’t defeat us. We will kill you.”
There was an explosion in the distance, and he ducked as glass rained down from the building.
This time, Andrew laughed. “Go on then, kill me, Gash, but then you’ll never find Spider’s women, and Charlotte will die. Take me out, and you lose the time you need to save her. I guess that’s not a hardship. She’s nothing but a fucking whore.”
The memory of Charlotte’s scream echoed through his mind. Andrew took a step back. “Choose, brother, me or Charlotte. Who is it going to be? Tick tock, Charlotte or me?”
As he stared at Andrew, the man he needed to kill to stop the evil that was going on in the world, he thought about Charlotte. His memories went back to the moment he first saw her, and how attracted he was to her. Next, he remembered having fun and dancing with her late one night while he waited for Rebecca to come home. The memories went by to the point where he kissed her that morning.