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No shit.
He turned onto a dirt service lane that led up to high-voltage power lines. Despite it being rough as fuck, he went far enough off the road that they wouldn’t be spotted on the off-chance someone drove by.
Gentry better hope someone eventually came along,otherwise, he would have a long fucking walk.Ifhe was capable of walking after Stone was done with him.
Stone glanced at his cell phone. No coverage.
Perfect.
“This isn’t a gas station!” The fucker yelled loud enough to make Stone wince.
“None ‘round here.”
“There isn’t even a place to wait. Turn this car around and take me somewhere else!”
“Sound like a whiny bitch, Gentry.”
“What?”
“What fuckin’ part of that didn’t you understand?”
Gentry huffed, “That guarantees you won’t be getting a five-star rating.”
“Oh fuckin’ well,” he muttered as he finally stopped about a quarter mile from the paved road.
Despite the fact they were now out in the woods with nothing around, Gentry immediately tried to get out. “The seatbelt is jammed!”
Another quick glance in the rearview showed that Gentry was yanking on the seatbelt in a panic.
That wasn’t even the reason he should be panicking. But he’d find that out soon enough. “It can be funny like that. Need to get that fixed. Hold on, gonna help you.”
“What kind of piece of shit is this? The door’s stuck, too.” He was shoving at it with all his might.
If he kept yanking on the door handle like that, it would break the fuck off. Then Stone was going to shove it up the man’s ass. “Said I’m gonna help you. Give me a second.”
Stone pulled the keys from the ignition and buried them deep in his front pocket, then shoved open the driver’s door, got out, and rounded the vehicle. He pulled open the passenger door. From all dickhead’s yanking, theseatbelt had tightened even more, pinning him to the back seat.
What a fuckin’ shame.
“Got a message for you from the jackass...” He yanked off his hat and glasses and tossed them inside the car. Stone pulled up his sleeves to expose his tats and smiled. “Remember me, motherfucker?”
Gentry’s eyes went wide, then he immediately scrambled for his cell phone. “You! I’m calling the fucking cops.”
Besides no cell coverage where they were, Stone knew from experience that the man’s phone was dead. It sat for almost a year and a half with the rest of his personal belongings and the fuck if those asshole screws were going to charge it for him.
No coverage and a dead cell phone battery was great for Stone, not so great for Vic the Dick.
“No you ain’t.” Stone took the heel of his palm and slammed it right into Gentry’s nose. It crumpled and began to gush like a stomped grape.
“Hey, you asshole!” he screamed, cupping his hand over his nose.
His smile widened at the satisfaction that brought.
But he wasn’t done yet. Not even close.
“Guess asshole’s an upgrade from jackass.” Stone plucked the useless phone from Gentry’s fingers, dropped it on a large rock, and stomped on it with his boot.
“Hey!” came the muffled shout.
