Chapters (95)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by David Swinson
- Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.
It passes the house, takes a right into the cut that leads to the parking lot on the left and the alley at the rear of their house on the right. I lose sight of them.
Are they going to come through the back?
I put my face mask on, grab my pack, set it at the other end of the sofa, and move the bottle of Jameson to a cleared-off spot on the coffee table, in front of the sofa. I leave the wooden chair where it is. I got the zip ties rolled up and in my back pocket and the stun gun at the ready. I take another peek out the blinds and wait.
A few minutes later they appear from outta the cut, walking toward the house. It’s just the two of them. I stand behind the door, against the wall. The door will open inward and block me. I hear one of them chuckling, then talking about some girl. “Fuckin’ love to slap that ass. Yeah.” Keys rattling, having a hard time getting the key into the lock. “Fuck,” one of them says. Sounds like the security gate was unlocked. I hear a key go into the dead bolt. The key turns once to open the dead bolt, then again for the door handle, below it.
The door swings open. I let them enter, close the door. Older sees me first. Tries to swing. I easily knock his hand away and zap him full-strength in the gut with the stun gun, holding it there for a couple of seconds. Younger is still behind, as if he doesn’t know yet what’s going on. Older falls. Younger tries to run, but I grab the back of his T-shirt, swing him around so he tumbles over the coffee table and against the wall that the flat-screen is sitting in front of. When he tries to get up, I smack him hard with the heel of my hand, sending him some white light. He’s out for the count. I notice Older starting to whimper, struggling to regain himself. I walk over to him. It’s an effort for him to look up at me, but he does. Obviously scared and confused.
“Yeah, that’s right, motherfucker,” I say and zap him in the gut again.
Fifty-Five
Fifty-Five
Big brother and baby brother sitting side by side on the sofa. Duct tape sealing their mouths, their hands zip-tied behind their backs, and feet zipped tightly together at the ankles. A sweet family moment.
I got about five hundred dollars in scrunched-up fives, tens, and twenties, an eight ball of blow, ten smaller quarter-gram zips of blow, a baggie of weed, and two phones out of their pockets. No crack, but then that’s probably not something most of those clubbers are looking for.