Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
He says the word "allowed" as if it's the foulest thing he's ever had in his mouth, and considering the condition of his teeth, that has to be some nasty shit.
Smiles slide right off the other two idiots' faces.
"So this isn't a League club?" I ask.
Idiot one shakes his head.
"Word is that Bobby got in trouble with the new owner, and he's using us to work off whatever debt is owed," the guy explains. "Our labor, our sweat, his fucking reward."
One of the guys swats the man in the arm as if to tell him to shut up, that he's talking about shit in front of someone who isn't supposed to know.
I shrug as if the news doesn't bother me.
"Still gonna go back home and eat tonight. Still gonna sit by the fire and drink beer I didn't have to pay for," I say. "We're getting paid, just not the way you may be used to."
One guy tilts his head to the side as if he's never considered the benefits the compound provides. As shitty a place as it is, they don't have bills there. Granted, we gave up everything we owned when we stepped inside the gate, but maybe the reasoning is sound enough to calm these motherfuckers down.
The last thing I need is for them to go rogue and refuse to go back. Zayne is there, and there's no way I'm going to leave him behind, even if it means we burn this fucking case.
I have no idea what Cerberus will do when they find out exactly how we fucked this up. I won't lie to them, even though the explanation is enough to make me want to run as far as my legs will take me to avoid the confrontation.
I know it'll end with one or both of us being released from the club, and as quickly as I want to blame anyone but myself for letting that happen, I was the one who reached for Zayne this morning, guilt eating me up for letting myself believe he was further victimizing that girl. Despite the way he looked at me when I lifted my arms over my head, he probably would've continued to ignore me for several more weeks if I had let it happen.
I know now that the silence was out of anger, not shame for what he had gotten caught doing.
"Can we get this shit done so we can go home?" I ask, getting back to work.
It takes them longer to start digging again, but even as they bitch among themselves about every rule they hate and how unfair their lives are, they work.
I dig faster, the urge to get back to the compound and make sure that Zayne is okay fueling my actions despite my exhaustion.
We finish up, having dug lines from each of the downspouts out to twenty feet toward the ditch. I don't know if the shit is going to be up to code, but that's not my issue to worry about.
"Can we get the fuck out of here?" I ask when I find the three fucking idiots standing near the small stream at the back of the building.
I smell what they're doing before I close the distance. These guys are part of what Bobby considers his inner circle, and just like Billy and Scott, they celebrate a half-assed day's work with a meth pipe.
No wonder every man in the conference room earlier fidgeted and looked guilty when Bobby was demanding a confession from one of them.
They're all breaking the rules, but I know better. Even with all the complaining and the long list of shit they hate, they're still loyal to that piece of shit. Taking him out themselves doesn't solve the problem, and if it were one of these fuckups rather than Bobby, it could be even worse, and that's saying some shit. Some of the rules are about control, but the rule about leaving your stash at home makes fucking sense.
You're no help to the organization if you get pulled over and sent to jail for fucking possession of narcotics.
These dipshits see it as the very first rule to break, but it's more likely they can't go a handful of hours without getting high.
"Fucking, Billy, man," one of them says as he passes the pipe to the left.
"He fucking knows better," another responds. "Bobby won't tolerate that shit, and he fucking knows it. He’ll be gone for this."
"He should've been gone when he brought Ruby back without permission," the third mutters.
"At least she got to stay," idiot number one adds.
"That poor fucking girl," the guy standing directly in front of me whispers.
These fuckwads are so stoned they don't even know I'm overhearing this shit.
"What do you think will happen to her?"
They all jerk their heads in my direction, the one holding the pipe sliding it behind his back as if a plume of rancid smoke isn't surrounding them.