Page 26 of Redemption

“Got it.” Asher nods, keeping his gaze on the road.

“Aim for the tires.” I slap Zane on the shoulder as my eyes stay glued to the jeep.

Zane nods, but keeps one hand on the roof of the cab and the other trained in the direction of the jeep, waiting for his opportunity to strike. They slam into us a few more times, but Zane hold his position. His training is coming in handy right now.

“Now, Ash!”

Asher does what he says. A split second after that the right front tire on the jeep goes flat. The movement is so sudden that the vehicle loses control and crashes headfirst into a nearby tree.

We pull up alongside it, ready to kick some ass but we find two lifeless bodies on top of the hood.

Movement in the back seat catches my eye. “I got a live one.” I lean into the jeep and pull the dip shit out by his shirt. He’s covered in blood and has cuts every where, but I give no shits. This asshole won’t live much longer after I’m through with him anyhow.

He groans and gasps for air like a dying pig as I slam him to the ground. Asher and Zane flank my sides, with their guns out as we stand together as a unit taking in the asshole who tried to kill us. When I get my first good look at him I can’t believe my luck.

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.” I turn to Zane. “Look who caught up with us.”

“Ain’t that the dumb fuck from the bar?” Zane’s eyebrows pull together when recognition hits.

“It is.”

Asher folds his arms across his chest and stares our new catch down.

“No, please.” The guy pleads like the whiney ass pussy he is.

“The call is yours, Ax. What do you want to do with him?” Asher makes sure the guy knows he’s my bitch and it’s up to me whether we play nice or not.

“Wait a minute.” The guy pleads as blood drips from his dark hair and down his face, coating his mustache. “I can explain.”

“Shut it.” An idea forms in my head as his whimpers fuel the fire inside me and my heart pounds with adrenaline. “Got any rope.”

Asher runs back to the bed of his truck and pulls out a decent length of rope. “This work?”

“That’ll do just fine.”

He tosses it to Zane, who comes to stand closer to me. He jerks the guy around by his wrists and hands me the rope.

“Make sure it’s tight enough that he can’t get loose.” Zane doesn’t look away from the guy as he speaks to me.

“Won’t be a problem at all.” I step forward and wind the rope around his wrists all the way down to his feet. When I’m through he ends up looking like a stuffed pig. “Grab his other arm, Z. Ash, can you grab his feet. Fucker’s heavy.”

He screams the entire way to the truck, which is annoying as shit. “You got something to shut his ass up?”

“Will this work?” Zane hands me a roll of duct tape from the bed of the truck.

“Perfect.” I rip a piece off and slap it on the dumb ass’s face, mustache and all. “It really does fix everything.”

“What now?” Asher asks.

“Now, we get him to talk.” And maybe skin him alive.

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