Page 159 of Cain
I have to find Katerina and make sure she’s okay. Fucking bitches. I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at her.
I gaze around the room to make sure I’m alone. I need to be fast. With great force, I push the chair back until it topples over, shattering.
Now I’m free.
I roll over and push myself up. I get to the wall, drop to my knees, reach behind a loose brick, and rip it out.
There it is.
The axe.
Right where I left it.
I grab it, line up the blade, and press the edge against the zip tie around my wrist. Fuck! It’s harder than I thought. But I do it, and now my hands are free.
My jaw clenches as I crack my neck and head upstairs.
They turned against me …me.I was a fool for letting them all live. I should have killed every single piece of shit who breathed wrong.
I have to find my girl.
Then, I’ll kill them all. One by one, I’ll wipe every worthless bastard out.
And when they pray to the Lord for mercy, they’ll realize God abandoned this place long ago.
Mercyisn’t in my vocabulary anymore.
I should’ve fucking seen it. That’s how those bastard cops made it to my door. That’s how they slipped past the entrance so easily. Everyone was in on it. Every fucking one of them.
I’ve gone soft. I let the hunt for my father blind me, and I forgot to watch my back. But that’s about to change.
Silence surrounds me as I reach the hallway before the living room. As I approach, I hear chit-chat.
“Stop shaking, old woman!” Gregory barks.
“Mind your business, boy!” Eleanor scoffs. “You have no idea what I’ve endured all these years. I want it to be over.”
“Soon it will. Grayson will be long gone soon as well.”
They have Grayson?
I hear footsteps behind me. It’s one of my men. A fucking traitor.
I press myself against the wall, hold my breath, and wait.
The second he passes, I lunge at him and clamp my arm around his throat. He gasps and tries to fight me.
Fucking bastard. He fights, but I’m past reason. My rage is heavier than his panic, stronger than his instinct to survive.
Just before he goes out, he pulls his gun and tries to fire, but I push his arm, and he fires into the air.
Alerting them to where I am.
Now we’re playing.
“Move!” Gregory commands.
I rip the gun from his hand and march into the living room, my finger ready on the trigger, my jaw clenched. The axe drags behind me, screeching across the floor.
