Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
- Four, he broke all the fucking rules by looking at a minor and involving kids.
Tommy was not going to make it out of the cabin alive.
“No, no, I’m not saying you’re wrong.”
“That is what a mistake is, Tommy. It is a polite way of saying it is wrong. You’re telling me I’m wrong. So, why don’t you tell me what it is about fucking children you think is right?” Damion asked.
There was a sob.
“She wanted it,” he said, sniffling.
“Oh, so we’re going there. She wanted you, an older man, is that right?”
“I ... I would have said no, but she begged and begged, and all I did was give her what she wanted.”
Damion looked at him, and with each word he spoke, his anger built. This was not the first pervert he had to deal with, and he imagined it wouldn’t be his last.
“Is that right? She begged. They all begged. You want me to go back to the Gun family and tell them that?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong. She was asking for it, and I gave it to her.”
Damion had heard enough. Pulling out his knife, he held the man’s neck and stuck the blade in, holding him still as he twisted the blade.
There was no time to talk.
“The Guns will not accept anything other than your death, and that is exactly what they are going to get.” He looked into the man’s eyes, not stopping until the last of his life had ebbed away. Once he was done, he pulled the knife out, wiping the blade on the man’s shirt.
He turned to a man known as Fisher. “I want his body sent to the Guns, and you tell the Wrights the deal is done, and they owe a debt I intend to collect.”
Case closed. The problem was settled and done.
Leaving the cabin, he made his way back to his car, and before he climbed in, he looked down at his shirt and jacket, which were stained with blood. This would not be the first, nor the last. The cleaning crew was already there to take care of business, and he removed his shirt and jacket, checking his pants to make sure they didn’t have blood on them.
One of the women took the blade, cleaned it, and handed it right back to him. There was nothing he could do about the girls that were pregnant. That was their own families’ problem, but he had just gotten rid of a pervert that walked the streets.
****
Vicki Reid tried not to get too happy about seeing Damion Archer enter the diner. She knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, and knew everyone in Old County feared him. She should probably fear him as well, but there was a tiny problem—she liked him. He was the only person who talked to her with respect and didn’t treat her like trash or think she was like her mother.
She was not at all like her mother. Although she did try to love her mother, it was hard. Annette Reid was one of the town’s ... whores. She didn’t like to work for a living and often treated men as if they owed her something. No one owed her mother anything. She spread her legs for anyone who would take her, and then, when they got bored, she made scenes and spectacles. Vicki tried her best to do what she could, but her mother was a force that refused to go quietly.
The best solution was to hope she stayed in her drunken stupor, but even that was hard. Currently, Annette was missing. This also wasn’t unusual for Vicki. She was used to her mother randomly going missing for weeks or even months at a time. Most often she came back pregnant and would complain about the supposed father.
It was a nightmare, but it was one she was constantly trying to escape. Getting out of Old County was not easy. Once you saw the shit that happened on a daily basis, getting out was next to impossible, even if you were just a civilian. The one benefit to being a civilian was that it gave you an added layer of protection. You had a job to do to keep the town running smoothly, which was why she worked in the diner as a waitress, and she was a damn good one too. One of the best the Old County Diner had.
At twenty-two years old, she had built a reputation amongst the customers. They knew she was the daughter of Annette Reid, but that was all she was. She was nothing like her mother. There were some assholes who liked to think she was a whore in the making.
She had never had a boyfriend, never had sex with anyone, and kept to herself. She didn’t flirt, or allow any man to think he had a chance with her. To some, she was a good girl. To others, she was a prude. Either way, that suited her.