Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
For fuck’s sake.
One side of Stone’s upper lip pulled up as he leaned in closer to make sure Gentry heard every word he uttered next. “Just wanna let you know, I fuck your ex at least twice a day. Fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. She said you sucked in bed. Bet you couldn’t make her squirt or even come, you selfish motherfucker. You should also know that I plan on raisin’ your kid like he’s my own.” He emphasized his words by digging his finger into one of the punctures in his thigh.
Gentry’s body jerked like a fish caught on a hook. Between gritted teeth he said, “You can have the bitch and that money-sucking leech.”
That money-sucking leech? That was what he was calling his own damn son?
What a motherfucker.
Death would be too good for this asshole. “Don’t worry, about to guarantee that you ain’t ever goin’ near that bitch and your money-sucking leech again. Gonna help you achieve financial freedom.” Like a goddamn infomercial.
After slipping his knife free from the sheath on his hip, Stone kept his eyes on the blade as he slowly scraped dirt out from under his nails. “Three to zero, motherfucker.”
“Speak English, you uneducated animal.”
A smile slowly spread across Stone’s face. “Means you got your ass beaten three times versus my big fat fuckin’ goose egg. Guess you only like beatin’ women, you cocksuckin’ coward.” He drove a finger into one of the other dog bites and wiggled it around.
Gentry grimaced. “Fuck you.”
“Nah. I’m about to fuck you. Just not with my dick.”
After taking about fifteen strides away, Stone spun on his boot heel to face the woman beater.
He pursed his lips as he considered his target. So many good bullseyes.
With a flick of his wrist, the knife left his hand and appeared in Gentry’s right shoulder.
“Jesus fucking Christ! This is barbaric! Let me go or you’ll regret it!”
“Barbaric? Like kidnapping a child? Like abusin’ the mother of your child. I mean, money-suckin’ leech?” Stone went over and yanked out the knife. Of course, that was after wiggling it a little to loosen it from the bone. “Damn. Looks like I need to practice my aim some more. I really fuckin’ suck at this.” As he headed back to the spot where he’d previously stood, he ordered Shit Stain, “Tape his mouth shut. Don’t wanna hear any more of this whiny fuckin’ bitch. Nothin’ he says is gonna change his fate.”
The prospect quickly disappeared from his peripheral view and when Stone turned to face Gentry again, Shit Stain had already returned with a roll of duct tape.
“No! Don’t—”
Shit Stain tore off a long piece and slammed it over Gentry’s mouth.
Finally. Blessed fuckin’ silence.
The wide, silver tape over his mouth began to puff in and out rapidly. Maybe someone was having a panic attack.
Damn shame.
“Stay there,” he told Shit Stain. He addressed the prospects standing off to the side. “All of you, stand by Shit for Brains. You’re gonna retrieve my knife so I don’t gotta tire myself out by walkin’ back and forth.”
Ogre snorted and Ransom chuckled.
Nut Sack appeared worried as he moved into place. “Just don’t miss and hit us.”
“Why you think I’m usin’ prospects ‘stead of my brothers? If I miss, I fuckin’ miss.” Stone shrugged. “Now, do what you’re fuckin’ told ‘less you wanna give up your fuckin’ cut.”
They fell into line with wide eyes, clenched hands, and tense muscles. Little did those pussies know that Stone had damn good aim. Maybe he should pretend he sucked and land one directly between Nut Sack’s eyes.
It would be no loss since they had plenty more potential recruits wanting to take his spot.
Throw after throw, the knife landed exactly where he aimed. Right shoulder, left shoulder, right thigh, left thigh; all easy targets. None of them fatal.
All of them painful.
The prospects kept retrieving the knife and bringing it back to Stone.
Only, he was now getting fucking bored. And extremely dissatisfied.
He needed to up his game.
It certainly wasn’t by doing more knife throwing.
He ordered Squid, “Go clean my knife good. Don’t wanna see a speck of this asshole’s blood on it when you hand it back to me.” He then snapped his fingers at Shit Stain. “Grab me one of those reciprocatin’ saws.”
The prospect jerked into motion, rushed over to the area where they kept the tools for chopping up stolen vehicles, and brought it over.
Instead of taking it, Stone stared at the dumbass. “What fuckin’ good is it if it ain’t plugged in?”
His fellow Kings’ low chuckles rose around them as Shit Stain scrambled to find an extension cord.
Since Gentry was still conscious, Stone had no doubt he’d be a whiter shade of pale if his face wasn’t already shades of purple and blue from the bruises gifted to him from Stone’s brothers.