Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“What the fuck have you done to them?” he asked, voice breaking with fear.
I fucking loved the smell of fear.
My head twitched, and I smiled. “This is it, yeah?” I gestured around the old barn.
“What?”
“Where you tied up my brother.” I pointed to the door. “Just out there. Tied him to a tree.”
Du Pont shook his head. “What the fuck are you—” He stopped mid-sentence, then looked back at his friends. At how they died. The way Hades’ dice had chosen to take them.
“Branded an ‘N’ into his back and then left him to fucking die . . . Ring any bells?”
Du Pont began shaking his head. A desperate smile—my favorite kind of smile—came on his lips. “Valan?” He laughed. “We were just fucking around. We were kids.”
My blood thickened in my veins as the cunt continued to speak, trying to dig himself out of his white-power hole. I didn’t know what the fuck he said. My mind drifted off at the thought of cutting out this asshole’s tongue and sending it to his Grand Wizard in a shiny silver gift box.
Of sending his tiny severed dick to his wife on her birthday.
Feeling Hades’ dice warm in my pocket, I cut the shit and punched the fucker right in his jaw. He fell to the ground, eyes dazed and head slumping to his chest. Dragging him by his collar, I dumped him on a chair in the center of the barn, next to an upturned old barrel. I tied his arms and legs to the chair and waited on a stool on the opposite side of the barrel.
I closed my eyes and inhaled. The dice burned, waiting to be thrown. The smell of charred skin traveled up my nose.
It was a real good fucking smell.
A quick breath came from across me. I smiled before I’d even opened my eyes.
It was time to play.
“Hades has a game,” I said and slowly opened my eyes. Du Pont’s stunned eyes fell on me, trying to focus. I leaned forward, forearms on my thighs. My leg twitched as adrenaline built inside me . . . waiting for the game to begin. I rolled my neck, my cock getting hard at what I knew would be coming. I glanced down at the inked crow on my arm. Its red eyes looked up at me as I lifted my elbow.
The scent of oncoming death filled the room.
“Hades?” Du Pont asked, trying to pull against his ties. “What the fuck are you talking about, you psycho?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my dice. I rolled them in my hand, the marble cubes dancing over my fingers. Du Pont’s eyes fell to them. He swallowed. Sweat dripped from his brow.
“You killed the Durands.” Du Pont’s face turned white as those words slipped from my mouth. He pulled harder against his ties.
My dice rolled faster and faster through my hands. I could hear the fucker’s harsh breathing from here.
It was fucking music to my ears.
“The Dark Lord decides if you live or die,” I shook the dice in my fist, hovering it above the barrel. “Hades’ Choice.” Du Pont watched my hand. My head tipped to the side. “What will I roll?” His eyes quickly searched mine. “What number will they show?”
Du Pont shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”
“Choose,” I snarled, shaking the dice harder. I leaned forward, his friends’ blood mixing with a falling drop of sweat from my brow. Fucker watched it fall to the ground. Du Pont’s eyes flew to his friends, and his face crumbled, no doubt seeing what his future would be if he chose wrong.
“Six,” he spat.
I released the dice and watched as they fell onto the barrel. As the dice stopped rolling, Du Pont’s eyes slammed to mine. “There’re no numbers on them!” he hissed, panicked. “They’re fucking blank!”
I smiled and locked my gaze on his. “Hades says you lose.”
I was off the stool in seconds, Hades’ dice back at home in my pocket. Du Pont started shouting behind me. I picked up the can of gas I’d brought. I shook it, listening to how much was inside. “Enough,” I said and turned to Du Pont.
He was shaking on his seat, eyes wide. “You won’t get away with this,” he said, his breathing getting faster and faster when he looked at his friends. Not one of those fuckers was recognizable anymore.
“Get away with it?” I laughed and poured the gas over his head. It ran over his body, and I poured until not an inch of him was spared. Throwing the can to the side, I leaned down to his ear. “Hades always gets away with it.” I inhaled deeply. “It’s you who’ll pay. For fucking with Valan. For killing his parents . . .” I paused for dramatic effect. “For being the racist, fascist cunt you chose to be.”