“Jess,” I whispered, softly only so she could hear. “When I start shooting, I want you to run. You hear me. Run. Don’t look back and don’t you dare come back here. Just run.”
“What?”
“I love you, always remember that.” I said, as I aimed my gun at Toxic and started shooting. I felt Jess release my shirt. I didn’t bother checking to see if she listened.
This was about me and Toxic.
I’ve been waiting for this moment since he abandoned Kitty and I in Louisiana. I may die today but so would this mother fucker.
I looked forward to meeting him in hell.
Shooting while I ran for cover, I kept shooting at anything that moved. The men with Toxic scattered, returning fired immediately. Picking them off one at a time wasn’t easy but I refused to give up.
I couldn’t.
Not until Toxic lay on the ground with a bullet in his head.
I always knew this day would come. I was ready for it.
Seeing a fucker hiding behind his bike, I grinned, aimed at the gas tank and fired.
BOOM!
What a beautiful explosion.
Running to the next tree, I took aim at a coward who thought he could run away. He started this fight. I was going to finish it. “You picked a fight with the wrong mother fucker, asshole,” I said, pulling my trigger and watched as the bullet left the chamber and struck the bastard in his back sending him flying face first into the dirt.
“FUCK!” I heard Toxic shout as a bike revved. Stepping out from behind the tree shielding me, I spotted Toxic and took aim only to see his head explode before my eyes.
The remaining men scattered, screaming as they shot into the surrounding woods. Then as if I conjured him out of nowhere, Sandman appeared, killing everyone as if he were at a carnival playing whack-a-mole. The crazy mother fucker was actually laughing as he killed them one at a time. I went to move from my spot to help him when a bullet whizzed right by my face, lodging itself into the tree next to me.
Sandman wasn’t alone.
Looking to the tree line, my heart raced.
There was only one man I knew capable of killing indiscriminately. The very man I feared above all others and when he walked into the clearing like the devil himself, I dared not move.
His eyes never left mine.
He looked nothing like I remembered. He was harder, harsher, more everything. His face was covered in a beard, his hair was disheveled. He wore only jeans, a long black sleeve shirt, and riding boots. In his left hand was his weapon. The one he proficiently used. But it was his eyes that captured my attention.
There was no life in them.
Only death.
And he was coming for me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Sandman said nothing while he killed the last remaining man, then lit a cigarette and smiled at what he’d just done.
That man was fucking crazy. If I got out of this alive, I was seriously going to have a conversation with Reaper about Sandman. The fucking lunatic needed to be in a fucking insane asylum, not running around without a leash.
Surrounded by dead bodies and a crazy lunatic none of them mattered. The only one I cared about was him.
The one who was here to kill me. And he would. I knew it. Sure, as I was breathing, I was a dead man walking. For a brief time, we used to be brothers. We had each other’s back.
Now, we were nothing.
He walked right up to me and stared at me with his hauntingly lifeless eyes. It was like looking into a deep black pool of the darkest, coldest recess of the ocean. No life, no warmth, nothing. Just black.