Page 213 of Affair
You didn’t steal a man’s wife, you didn’t touch a dude’s truck, and you didn’t hurt his dog.
That was a code here, and these pieces of shit were about to die for it.
On top of that, they’d talked shit about his Poe. No one was calling him vile names and degrading him. That wasn’t happening anytime soon.
Yeah, he was done fucking around.
Backing into the stable, he set Snow free, and whispered in her ear.
“Go get some apples,” he said, slapping her on the ass so she charged out of there like a bat out of hell.
Oh, and she did.
Snow did exactly what he wanted, heading right for the men torturing his dog. As soon as they saw her heading their way, they did the first smart thing in their lives.
They scattered, and when they did, Gamble hid in the shadows with a shovel in his hand.
He knew they’d head his way.
Well, welcome to the jungle, boys. He had some fun and games planned.
It was time to pay them back for what they said, and what they did to his dog.
“What the fuck?” the one said, nearly being run over by the horse.
They stared at the barn.
“How did that horse get out?” he asked, moving toward it. “It was locked in the stall. I checked on it before.”
The other man brushed himself off.
Personally, he didn’t care. They were just going to shoot it in the head later out of boredom.
“Maybe it kicked open the gate,” the other said. “Go check.”
The three men looked at each other, and from where Gamble was tucked, he could see them through a crack in the barn wall.
This might be the first time these pieces of shit did anything logical, and Gamble knew it.
“I’m not going in there, Mate, you go,” the one said. “That horse doesn’t have thumbs. It didn’t open the gate on its own.”
Oh, Gamble wanted him to come in there in the worst way for suggesting they burn his dog alive and for what they called Poe.
“Go,” the bigger dude said, shoving the smaller guy. “You have a fucking gun. Handle it. What could be in there? A ghost?”
Yes, actually.
A Marine Mercenary ghost.
It was time to end some lives.
Because they were busting his ass, the man pulled his gun, and he headed into the barn.
It was clear common sense wasn’t big with these dudes.
When he flicked the light switch, that would normally illuminate the place, he was shocked to see that it didn’t go on.
Yeah, Gamble hit the breaker already. They were doing this in the dark. That’s how good Marines liked to work.
