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

until someone comes along and takes you out? You know that’s going to happen to you, right? Someone is going to take you and your whole crew out just like you did to the Riccis.”

“You’re right about one thing, and that is I am going to kill you, there’s no doubt about that, but I’ll let you in on a little secret since you just found out we are connected. I’m not the one who is really running things here.”

“Boss, don’t...”

Skeeter waved Enzo off. “Who’s he going to tell, and besides, confession is good for the soul. No one’s ever going to see this poor sap again, so what does it matter if I tell him? Besides, we had a little Bible talk, and it has been a long time since I’ve gone to confession. So, what the heck?”

I wasn’t sure where he was going, but I figured it was a good thing if he kept talking, and hopefully Wrath would show up soon.

“There’s an entire group of some very dark and nasty people over us calling all the shots. They were the ones who helped us run the Riccis out of town, because they didn’t want to play ball with them. Don’t worry, your father got out before those people entered the picture. But the things I’ve seen these people do, the power they possess, is far worse than what any gun or knife can do to you. It makes no sense at all, but I can honestly say after being around those people for as long as I have, I can tell you that there really is a devil. The most terrifying part is, the majority of the city doesn’t even know they exist, but most likely interact with them every day. One of these twisted individuals could live right next door to you, and you would never know the sick stuff they’re into. As long as we do what they say when they say it, they let us remain in power over the city under their direction,” Skeeter said with a troubled look upon his face.

“So, the great and powerful Amaras are nothing more than a bunch of pawns.”

“It’s all in how you look at it. I look at it like a business relationship, and these people are the main reason why the cops and the feds haven’t been able to take us down.”

We were silent for a moment, as the words Skeeter said sunk in, and I knew he was telling the truth. After all the run-ins I’d had with Wrath, I figured there were other disturbing things going on in the city besides organized crime.

“Are they the ones who want you to kill me?” I asked.

“No,” Skeeter said as he pulled a gun from his jacket. “I’m going to kill you because you killed my friends. I hoped you enjoyed our little conversation, because it is the last one you’re ever going to have!”

Skeeter stood up to shoot me in the head.

“Boss!” Enzo cried out.

Skeeter and I both turned to see Wrath casually step out of the shadows as Enzo pulled his pistol and proceeded to unload the magazine into Wrath’s chest. I knew those bullets weren’t going to do a thing to stop him, as Wrath grabbed Enzo and snapped his neck like a twig. Enzo’s body went limp, and he collapsed on the floor in a pile of himself. Skeeter immediately started firing at Wrath, but the bullets didn’t even faze him as he stood there until Skeeter’s gun was completely devoid of bullets.

“Your friend liked to break people’s necks, so I broke his,” Wrath said as he pointed to Enzo’s lifeless body on the ground.

“Oh my God, you really weren’t lying,” Skeeter said as he glanced over at me.

“Joke’s on you, I was telling the truth too,” I replied.

“No, he wasn’t, and Brandon please, no one likes a know it all. But the fact that Brandon was telling you the truth isn’t going to help you, Skeeter.”

“I’m a very powerful man. I’m telling you right now, you don’t want to do this. It will not work out well for you or your friend here,” Skeeter said as he pulled a knife from his belt and put it to my throat. He pressed it so hard I felt the blade as it bit into my skin.

“You don’t want to do that, Skeeter.” Wrath turned and fully faced us.

“You better believe I do. You killed my family, one of them right in front of me! All for what? This worthless piece of trash? You two cooked this whole scheme up, and you’re going to pay. You killed my guy in front of me and now I kill one of yours in front of you!”

Before Skeeter could drive the blade into my jugular, Wrath was in front of him. He pulled Skeeter’s hand with the knife away from my throat with ease and broke his arm in one fluid motion. Skeeter screamed out in terror and pain as Wrath pushed him back to the wall and drove the blade of the knife into Skeeters chest. Skeeter’s eyes widened as he tried to breathe for a moment, but then he collapsed on the ground while his blood formed a pool around him.

Wrath straightened his jacket as the flattened bullets fell to the ground and bounced around before they stopped. He checked his watch, and then he turned his attention to me.

“Hello, Brandon, it is good to see you again, and I’m sorry but your time has come.” Wrath flattened his hand and appeared to be ready to drive it straight into my chest.

“You’re not going to kill me today, Wrath.”

“And why is that, Mr. Farmer?”

“Because, I found the way to stop you.”

Chapter TwentyBrandon Farmer

The Black Castle

WRATH LOWERED HIS HAND and stepped back and studied me for a moment before he walked around me and cut the zip ties that had me tethered to the chair. He then walked back around and sat