The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (fun to read .txt) 📗

own story as he stared off into space. I knew he believed every word he said, and the expression on his face looked as if he was actually reliving the events as he spoke them to me.

“I’m starting to believe it a little more and more every day. You’re saying you and your brothers destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah at God’s request? There’s more than one of you then?”

“Yes, it takes more than one Wrath Walker to destroy an entire city, and please do keep up, I hate repeating myself. However, I’m glad you’re starting to believe, because that belief will serve you well in the days to come. I’m also here to tell you that there is a way to stop me from killing you, and if you were listening close, I already told you how.”

“Okay, but why can’t you just stop killing those people, and turn them into the police? They deserve to go to jail for the things they’ve done. Death is too good and quick for them.” Everything Wrath laid out baffled me more.

“Because that’s not how it works, Brandon. You and I both know that many of those I go after would still thrive in prison and continue their evil and maniacal ways from their confinement. Now time is of the essence, and I need to be on my way.” Wrath stood and turned to leave.

“Wrath, please wait, how do I stop you from killing the others and myself?” I practically begged him to shoot straight with me. I needed an answer.

“Think back on what I just told you about my past, and you will discover the answer you seek. For your sake I really hope you figure it out before it’s too late, because truth be told, I like you Brandon. I’d really hate to have to kill you, but I will if you haven’t solved all of this by then. Good day.”

Wrath walked out my door and within seconds I found the courage to get out of my chair and run toward it. I pulled my gun and opened it, but Wrath was gone. There was no way he could have made it down the hall to the stairs in the few seconds after he walked out. I closed the door and went back to my desk and sat down. I didn’t really believe he was there when Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed, but the answer to stop him was hidden somewhere in that story.

I needed to find my Bible.

Chapter ThirteenSkeeter Amara

Private Meeting Room

“TO OUR FRIEND AND BROTHER, Joey Abbate, who will be avenged before this is all said and done. Nobody touches my family and gets away with it,” I said as we raised our glasses to our fallen brother. After I had received word that Joey died, I immediately called Frankie and Enzo into my secured private room for an emergency meeting to discuss who would take over his responsibilities. I also wanted to talk out how the one who killed Joey was going to die in order to avoid all unwanted attention.

“That was nice, Skeeter,” Frankie and Enzo said as they followed my lead of being silent for a moment over our friend.

“Hey Skeeter, what do you have in mind in regard to Joey?” Frankie asked after waiting several minutes out of respect before he spoke.

“First things first, Frankie, I want you and your guys to take all of the bets that Joey was taking for us until I find a permanent replacement for him. We can’t let our business suffer just because some jerk wants to try and be a tough guy and start a war with us.”

“You got it, boss. I’ll put my best guys on it. I’ll see to it things keep moving smoothly, “Frankie said.

“Good, and I don’t think I need to remind you what will happen if you or your crew screws it up. Whoever you put in Joey’s restaurant better be able to keep it running just as good if not better than Joey.” I got up and poured myself another shot of whisky at the bar and downed it as fast as I’d poured. A good portion of our business came from the gambling that went on at Joey’s restaurant, and I wasn’t about to let the people of the city place their bets someplace else. I straightened my blue silk tie and unbuttoned my suit jacket and took a seat at the table with Frankie and Enzo. I passed them the photos of Joey beaten to a bloody pulp at his restaurant that my source in the police department had sent to me. Frankie grimaced at first glance, but Enzo didn’t budge. He was used to seeing the dead since he was the best hit man I’d ever seen. The mold was broken when Enzo was made. He picked up the photo and studied it closely.

“Alright gentlemen, these photos are courtesy of our friend in the Black Castle police department, and they are of our brother, God rest his soul. As you can see here, the killer worked Joey over pretty well, but I’ll tell you this, and I mean it. We are going to do so much worse to whoever did this when we get our hands on them.”

“This sick monster is going to get it, boss. I can promise you that,” Frankie said all too eager to please me.

“I agree. It’s one thing for this guy to kill Ron, who was never officially a part of our thing here. Ron did a lot for us, but at the end of the day he wasn’t a part of our family. Joey wasn’t just a made guy, he was a captain, and our brother in arms, so there will be serious consequences for the one who killed him. There are rules to this thing we are in here. You don’t so much as raise your hand to a made guy if you’re not one without someone finding you dead