Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“We gotta get a move on, so let me make this short and sweet. I’ve been asked to take you home, and that’s what I’m going to do. Kage is tryna protect you and himself. As you saw, there’s some unwelcome visitors on his land. Do you own property, Ms. Poet?”
“I do.”
“Do you want someone comin’ onto that property, messin’ it up, or worse yet, tryna hurt you or someone that you love, while you’re on it?”
“No, I do not.”
“Exactly. This is Kage’s domain. His land.” He pointed down at the ground as his voice rose. “Our grandfather definitely has somethin’ to do with this siege. That man is a bad motherfucker, and I don’t mean this as a compliment. I regrettably followed behind that son of a bitch, walkin’ in his footsteps for a short time, doin’ the devil’s work. I got the fuck out of dodge and lived to tell the tale. Few make it out.” He took another drag of his cigarette. “Now, he’s making our lives, and the lives of everyone who disobey him, a livin’ hell. This is Kage stickin’ up for what is right, and what is his, Poet. It’s not just about land. That house. It’s the damn principle.
“Some folks poke you just to see how many times they can jab a knife into you before you bleed. We’re not gonna sit there like stuck pigs. We’re attacking the farmer, and bringing him down. This is what defending what is yours looks like. And you’re Kage’s.” She chewed her lip until it palpitated like her pulse. “The fact that people are here trying to cause harm to him while you are here at the same exact time is inexcusable in his eyes. You’re not collateral damage. They put you in harm’s way, and that will require a special sort of retribution.” His green eyes darkened. “Us Wilde boys don’t play about our women, ma’am, and I don’t play about my cousins, ’specially Kage and several others that are in the same boat. He loves ya. Would do anything for ya. Plain and simple. Now that’s all I have to say on the matter. Are we clear?”
“Completely.”
“Good. Let’s go.” His voice was so smooth and silky, but his message and facial expressions were rough and angry. He turned the music on the motorcycle: ‘Psycho Killer,’ by Talking Heads, played loud in stereo. She got on the back of the bike and hung onto him as he slowly cruised down the wide bunker with the long antechamber, the Western style antique-style lanterns flickering, lighting the way…
Muddy Waters’, Mannish Boy blasted throughout the entire house. Kage was dripping with sweat in the heated passageway, moving through the tight, constricted pipes in his attic crawl space. It covered the entirety of the house, and was the best way to get from room to room without being seen. He paused when he got to the location he desired, looked through the ceiling vent to ensure the coast was clear, then popped it open. He slid it to the side, then dropped down into his guest bedroom. He swiped his forehead and listened to the sounds of shit breaking in his house. Sweat stung his eyes, and his hair was practically glued to his face, his muscles taut, his mind flooding with dopamine, and his body read to fight.
“SOMEBODY TURN THAT GOTDAMN MUSIC OFF!” he heard someone yell. That made him smile.
Kage’s heart pounded and he concealed a smirk, biting at the bit. His adrenaline soared like a falcon, his anger pounced on his enemies like a lion, his mind raced like a dashing wolf as he snuck about like a black sheep—and he could smell the shit hitting the fan, like a hound dog. As soon as he opened the guest bedroom door to take a look, bullets flew in his direction.
“THERE HE IS!” someone screamed. He ducked down, rolled to the back of the door he’d just come from, and as soon as the first bastard entered the room, he leapt up, head butted him, and ripped the gun from his hand—shooting him point blank three times in the chest. He grabbed his axe that he’d strapped to his back while navigating the attic crawl space, and swung it as two more men entered.
“FUCK WAS THAT?!” one of them yelled.
With one hand, Kage shot one of the men in the head, and decapitated the other right after. Thundering footsteps came from the staircase, and he made a mad dash down the hall before they could catch up, waiting in a closet. He could hear the men looking around for him, then one of them screaming as they discovered his carnage in the other room.
As he crouched down in the closet, someone entered the dark room, steps sounding over the loud music. He pulled out his Thompson/Center G2 Contender, and waited. As soon as the person was standing outside the closet door, no doubt ready to shoot as soon as it slid open, he blasted through the door. Wood splintered everywhere as yells and cries overlapped the music. When it was all said and done, there was a thick, smoky fog, and blood splattered everywhere.