Page 56 of The Red Rider
We started heading off to the hotel. The time had come to face my father and his militias, finally. I didn’t blame Leif for getting mad and letting it slip that Isaiah was responsible for the Rage Mutation. We were about to kill the sitting President. He didn’t get that seat legally, and he definitely abused his power. Still, even if people didn’t like him, they got upset when you assassinated government officials, even if they were the Antichrist.
We would have had to get our proof out with angry mobs after us. Sure, Leif created different angry mobs, but at least it would make a little more sense to the more reasonable people in the population when we announced he was dead and tried to show them our proof.
Asher walked ahead of us while Leif, Aeron, and Dice stayed close to me and held my hand. This was it. Everything we had done so far to get to this point was paying off. People in several states had been vaccinated, and Rage Heads all over the world were dead. We just needed to kill the Antichrist, and I could retire in Mexico with my angels.
My heart was thumping in my chest, and my adrenaline was pumping. I was going to get my revenge for everything he had done to me and what he had done to the entire world. I was sure he had some ace up his sleeve, but I had all four Horsemen now.
Asher seemed to hate me and didn’t want me to be there, but he had a vested interest in sending Isaiah back to Hell. Surely that would mean he wouldn’t let me die at the White House, right? Asher was this big question mark, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to get to know me.
So, why the fuck was he included in that painting I did? I pushed the painting aside. I didn’t need to be thinking about orgies right now.
I was totally going to Tyrion Lannister my father, and I was here for it.
