Fight For Darkness: A Post Apocalyptic EMP Survival Thriller (Survive the Darkness Book 7) by Ryan Casey

Author:Ryan Casey [Casey, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Higher Bank Books
Published: 2022-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Ramiro looked out into the rain and tensed his fists so fucking tight he felt like his fingers might just break.

It was pissing it down, and he felt furious. Really fucking furious. He was at the shed in the garden behind the pub. He could see a little blood in there and footsteps in the grass, too. A trail.

They’d hid in here, Billy and that bitch. They’d climbed the fence behind the pub, and then they’d hid in here, and then when Ramiro and his people had walked on past, they’d run out of here.

They should never have been allowed to do that. They should never have been allowed to even get close to escaping the way they had.

They just kept slipping their way through Ramiro’s fingers.

But that was going to change.

“I’m sorry, boss,” a voice said. Kurt. That bastard who’d screwed up once today already, and now he was at it again. “We… we didn’t even see the shed.”

“How didn’t you see the shed?” Ramiro asked.

Kurt lowered his head. He was totally drenched in rain. He was always a pale chap, but he looked like he’d gone another shade of white right now. Almost like he knew what was coming. The poor bastard.

“I swear,” Kurt said. “Things were… things got complicated.”

“Things didn’t get complicated,” Ramiro said, trying to keep as calm as he could. “What happened is, you let a woman and a kid run away. A kid who belongs to us. And a woman who has killed our own. And not for the first time today.”

“I’m sorry.”

Ramiro walked towards him. Four more of his people watched closely but looked away whenever Ramiro looked right at them. He liked that sense of power he had. That sense of fear he could instil in others. It was something he’d never had in his life before, a life of being pushed down, of being patronised, of being talked down to.

He liked how his life was now.

Leadership.

“I know you’re sorry,” Ramiro said. “I know you really, really mean that.”

He put a hand on the back of Kurt’s neck. Felt him flinch.

The fear was fucking electric.

“But there comes a point where apologies aren’t enough.”

He looked around at Dylan. Nodded at Kurt.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “No. Please.”

“On your knees,” Ramiro said.

“Ramiro,” Kurt begged as Dylan came over, dragged him down, got him onto his knees, then started stripping his clothes away. Stripping them and throwing them to one side, over into the snow.

Ramiro stood there looking down at Kurt. Getting harder and harder the more he looked at his cold, shaking body. It was that sense of fear in his eyes that really did it. That sense of knowing. Knowing what was coming next. Knowing exactly what Ramiro was doing to him.

Because he’d seen it done before.

He’d been a part of it before.

Ramiro pulled out his knife.

Kurt shook his head. Tears crawled down his face. “Please. I’m begging you. Think of—think of my children. Please.”

Ramiro smiled when he said that, saliva trickling down his pitiful face.

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