Page 76 of Harley

I watched Serenity go and turned towards the lump of meat lying on the floor. Walking over, I pulled my weapon and shot Bronson in the forehead. The callousness of my action set Sarah screaming, and I slapped her.

Sarah gaped in shock.

“Bitch, I swore never to hit a woman. And I’m pissed you’ve made me break my promise,” I said before repeating my actions.

Edmond began yelling as Sarah’s brain matter and blood splattered across his face.

“However, I never promised not to harm an asshole who harmed my family.” I punched Edmond so hard he passed out.

Fuckin’ pussy. I turned to Reverend Jeffrey and smiled.

He blanched.

“Hope you really believe in God because you better start praying,” I said and got to work.

Dad finally stopped me after half an hour and checked my hands over. “Enough, Harley, before you fuck them up.”

I looked down and nodded. My knuckles were swollen, and a couple had split. I’d been using brass knuckles, and I dropped them on the floor. There were other ways to hurt someone.

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I let Edmond’s head fall forward and stepped back. I had taken my time. He was going to learn a lesson, one that would end his life, but Edmond would know why he was dying. Edmond’s breath wheezed from his lungs, and his eyes were so swollen he couldn’t see out of them.

“Okay?” Dad asked.

I nodded as I put the hammer down that I’d used to smash every finger in Edmond’s right hand.

“Anyone else want a go?” I questioned, and several chuckles were returned.

“That might be nice, son. You ain’t left much of asshole there to beat on, but the Reverend is a different story.” Ace chuckled.

I kicked Edmond and laughed.

“There’s still life in him. I’ll start clearing the bitch and would-be rapist away,” I said.

“No need, your brothers have taken care of that. By now, they’re already ash. Hear that, Reverend, your piece of shit son is on his way to meet his maker. The devil. That’s who you worship, really, ain’t it? Because no man I know would raise his boy to be a rapist!” Dad sneered at Reverend Jeffrey.

The guy managed a grunt.

“Fuckin’ assholes.” I spat on the floor at his feet.

“You done, son?” Dad asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. I’m finished.”

“Go clean up and leave your overalls. I’ll burn them with the remains,” Apache said.

Within an hour, I was home.

Oakley

I paced back and forth.

Harley remained out, and I was worried. I was waiting outside, staring at the snow, when there was a stampede as the Michaelson kids and some of their friends ran out. They instantly began a snowball fight, and I laughed. It was a great distraction from wondering where Harley was. I’d sensed the anger inside him when he’d left.

I glanced up as a bike roared. As Harley rode up the drive, he waved before passing beyond the house to the huge double-storey garage hidden in the trees. The kids gathered together before splitting and collecting a ton of snowballs. Oh boy, Harley was about to get creamed.

Amused, I bit the inside of my cheek as Harley jogged around the corner of Reading Hall, making a beeline straight for me. Harley sent me a smile and then jumped as Tony, Eddie’s twin, yelled a war cry.

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