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)
Opening his drawers, he pulled out some guns, loaded his holster, added some extra ammo, and then got his hunting knives.
“I’ll be around for lunch, and I expect Vicki to be able to take her lunch with me.”
“I’ll arrange everything. Do you need help?” Tank asked.
“If you help me, you’re back in the life, and that will put a target on your back. I’m good.”
And with that, he walked out of his office, closing and locking the doors.
His men followed him, taking the car behind him. He climbed inside his car, reversing out of his spot and spinning the wheel to take him to the edge of Old County. That is where the Thames family resided, right near the river. They found it funny to live near the river, with their name as Thames.
Damion didn’t give a fuck who they were or why they did the shit they did. Right now, they had broken his fucking code, and for that, they were going to pay the price.
As he arrived at the main house, the man at the front door went for his gun. Damion had his pointed out his car window, and shot out the man’s knee. He was not here to kill, but to give a warning, and with the hand on ice, he had time to make this right. Grabbing the box, he shot out another man’s knee that came out of the house.
“What is all this fucking shooting?” the Thames’s leader, Neil, came to the front door. He wore a white wifebeater shirt, and he looked pissed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Neil asked.
“You want to tell me why you’re breaking my rules, and why, right now, I have every fucking right to shoot you in the fucking head?” Damion said.
Neil frowned. Leaders of families didn’t frown when shit was brought to their front door. The man he shot first cried out.
“Shut the fuck up,” Neil said. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Damion tossed the box to the ground, and by accident, the hand fell out. “You and I both know that is Annette’s hand. Now, you’re going to tell me why you’re asking the daughter, and told her she is needed.”
Neil held a hand up, walked inside his home, and within seconds, he pulled out a young woman with long, black hair, dressed in shorts and a bra. She looked so skinny, and Damion knew that was from years of drug abuse. Most of the women within the Thames’s were slender. They also had the capital T inked on their arms, which made them Thames’s property.
Neil had a gun to her head. “Tell me what happened now.”
The woman started to cry, and for that, she got a slap to the face. Damion didn’t give a fuck. The woman knew the score, and if Neil hit her, then he knew his family and what they were capable of.
“Jude wants fresh meat, and Annette said her daughter was a virgin, that she would be fresh meat, but she also said there was no way she was going to come into Thames territory. Not unless she was going to protect her mommy, as she loved her mommy. Jude ... drugged Annette and chopped off her hand. She’s out in barn seven, and he’s keeping her filled with drugs.”
Neil hit her hard, and the girl knocked out on the main porch.
“I had nothing to do with this,” Neil said, holding his hands out.
“But you know there are going to be consequences.”
Neil nodded. “Yeah, I fucking know. Call the fucking doctor and tell him he needs to perform a miracle and attach a fucking limb.” Neil bent down, picked up the hand, and shoved it back in the box. “Come on, barn seven is around back.”
Damion didn’t let his gun go, but he also knew Neil was many things, but he didn’t use the products he made, and most times he kept a tight ship.
“Jude sounds like a real piece of work,” Damion said.
Neil laughed. “He believes he is an entrepreneur and wants to expand into trafficking. Like I said, we don’t do that shit in Old County. There are rules, and I’m guessing this is his way of saying, ‘fuck the rules.’”
They opened up barn seven, and that was where he saw Annette lying on a mattress. Her wrist was bound with a blood-soaked sheet, with her arm popping a vein, and still fucking alive.
****
There was a lot of talk around the diner today, most of it about Damion visiting the Thames place. Usually when Damion was visiting places, it was because they broke the rules. He didn’t go anywhere, they came to him. When he had to go somewhere, someone was going to end up dead.
Vicki looked into the bathroom mirror at her reflection. She wasn’t afraid. Maybe if she lived anywhere besides Old County, what she knew about Damion would terrify her.