Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re not even human. No one would listen to you in a court of law. You’d be laughed out of the chamber.”
I smirk. He’s wrong. If he believes that, he’s been off the grid a bit too long. My pride is well respected in these parts. We’re contributing members of society. We even make sizable donations to the local causes to help improve public perception. None of us have ever done a single thing to cause the authorities any concern. And we won’t be caught for what’s about to happen here either.
Ronan steps past me to enter the kitchen. “Sturdy light fixture in here.”
“Good. Set it up.”
“Be right back,” Ronan says as he passes back by me. We planned this, so I know exactly where he’s going. The best way to get rid of a piece of shit like Vincent is to use his own equipment so nothing can be traced back to us.
We’ll wait. Meanwhile, I’m disappointed that Jones hasn’t even taken a swing at me. How boring. I don’t mind him trying to injure me. Any wound he inflicts will be healed before the deputy shows up on our property to question us.
But Vincent is trembling with fear. He doesn’t even try to hit me.
“Been digging around in your background,” I say.
He winces. “You can’t prove nothin’.”
“Don’t need to. I don’t even care what you did to anyone before you met Cora. The way you’ve treated her is enough to make steam come out of my head. But I’m happy to rid the Earth of the likes of you before you find your next victim.”
Vincent fists his hands and growls at me. “Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my house.”
I chuckle. “You want to hear a growl? Yours is pitiful. Have you heard a lion roar up close and personal before?”
He’s trembling now. He glances to the right and left, but Pryce and Quinn are flanking me. He’s trapped.
I don’t usually shift in the house. I’m huge, and I don’t like to run the risk of breaking things, but I’m going to make an exception just for the satisfaction of causing this man to piss himself.
But not here. He needs to pee his pants in the kitchen. I nod that direction. “Kitchen, fucker.”
When he doesn’t move, I lean in and shout, “Now!” I still haven’t touched him, and I don’t intend to unless I have to.
Vincent startles, but he slides around the corner into the tiled kitchen. “You need to get the fuck out of my house before I call the sheriff.”
I chuckle again. “I’d love to see you try to explain yourself to the sheriff. I’ve already informed him of your past troubles with the law.” This is a lie, but I don’t give a fuck. Vincent won’t be alive long enough to follow up on my statement.
Vincent is sweating. The scent coming off him is fear and hatred. I’m good with that. He lifts his hands in the air. “Listen, I won’t sell the land to you guys if you’re that bent out of shape about it.”
What a joke. Does he think I care about the sale of the land over his abusive tendencies?
Ronan returns. “Found exactly what we needed in the garage,” he says, holding up a thick piece of rope. He’s wearing gloves. We won’t be leaving any fingerprints. None of us have touched a damn thing yet besides the front door knob, and I pulled my shirt over my hand to do that.
Vincent gasps when Ronan drags the kitchen table under the light fixture and hops on top of it without using his hands. He makes a nice noose out of the rope and attaches it to the ceiling. Hopefully it’s sturdy enough to hold this asshole aloft long enough to kill him.
“Get on the table,” I order.
“No fucking way. Are you insane? So what if I slapped that bitch around. She deserved it. If she told you otherwise, she was lying. She’s a lazy cunt who needs a firm hand.”
My lion almost comes out at his insulting words. “She’s my mate, you fucking piece of shit. Now get on the fucking table before I decide to shift and tear you limb from limb with my teeth. Do you know how long my incisors are? Are you aware that lions are carnivorous creatures who like to eat their prey live?”
Vincent flattens himself to the wall. His face is white. He glances around at all of us before returning his gaze to me. “You can’t do this. I have rights.”
“I’m the judge today. I’ve found you guilty. If you’re not on that table in five seconds, I will shift and eat you alive.”
Vincent is sniffling as he climbs onto the table.
“Put the rope around your neck, you piece of scum.”