Lord of London Town by Tillie Cole

Author:Tillie Cole
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tillie Cole

Chapter Eleven

CHESKA

This is Arthur Adley, I silently said to myself as I watched yet another man die at his hands. His very fucked-up and sadistic hands. The sand he stood on was no longer beige but a crimson carpet. Arthur’s skin was no longer lightly tanned; no natural colour could be seen under the evidence of his insatiable appetite for death. His tattoo of the Victorian London skyline was now sullied with bits of flesh and bone that he had torn from his victims. Victims who had screamed and cried and pleaded for mercy.

No mercy was ever given. In fact, if they begged to be spared, their death and the pain Arthur inflicted was only drawn out more.

This was him pushing me.

Ronnie, Vera and Betsy had told me it would be the case. Arthur had brought me here to see the very darkest side of him. He wanted me here so I would run away, leave him to his festering wickedness and the evil that had become his safety. Leave him in the sinful cage he locked himself inside.

I kept my eyes on the pit as he struck his fourth “traitor” with a sword to the top of his skull. I forced back the nausea creeping up my throat as the man fell backwards to the ground. Arthur turned, sword in hand. King Arthur. I couldn’t help but make that comparison as my fucked-up king’s blue gaze bored into mine. As he stood, torso exposed, but wearing armour of his victims’ lifeblood and lies over his bloodthirsty heart.

And in his murdering hands, he held his very own Excalibur.

Betsy squeezed my knee in support, a silent request to be strong. When we’d entered these pits, I had not been prepared for how the night would end. The blood, the fights, the death.

So much death.

And then there were the “associates”. The infamous bikers that rode through London like they were a law unto themselves. The Irish and Romani mafias that everyone had heard of but no one I knew had ever had dealings with. All of them terrifying in their own right, and all of them looking down at Arthur like he really was the dark lord he had been titled.

Royal, the man Betsy told me was the president of the Hangmen, got to his feet. “A fucking show as always, Adley.” His men started heading for the exit. “Until next time, mate.”

Arthur nodded at each of his “mates” as they left, leaving only the Adleys. But Arthur hadn’t moved from the pit. His wild eyes stayed on mine, and I couldn’t move. I was a rabbit in his snare, locked in place.

“I take it that’s our cue to go,” Eric said sarcastically, then pointed in Betsy’s face. “You and me have an appointment, treasure.”

“Fuck off, Eric,” Betsy bit back, but there was a hint of something like excitement in her voice, and she got to her feet, her lips curling up. Eric grabbed her and spun her around. “You’re fucking riding my dick the minute we’re in that car.

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