Rebel With A Cause [SAMPLE ONLY]

BONUS: Carter catches up with Deangelo

This was designed to be the end of the sequel that I never finished writing. I decided to scrap the sequel because I felt that the story didn't need one. This, however, is the ending I wrote before I decided to scrap the book.

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He flattened the accelerator against the floor. His body shook, muscles tense, teeth gritted. He twisted his hands around the steering wheel, hands clenched. It had to end tonight. He wouldn’t let him get away with hurting anyone else. The guy was dangerous, and he knew it was up to him to stop him. He’d been tracking this guy for the past two and a half months. Thanks to him, Carter had left his business in disarray, and he was missing out on a part of his son’s life.

I’m doing this for them, he reminded himself. I need to keep them safe.

The roar of another engine came from his right. Carter knew it was T-Man, his oldest friend. T-Man was just as much invested in this as Carter was. He’d been there since the beginning, and he was responsible for this monster being in their lives in the first place.

A roar to the left. Brady. Carter knew he could trust Brady. He was up for anything, especially if it was illegal, like what they planned to do tonight.

Carter couldn’t risk taking his eyes off the speeding piece of junk in front of him, but he had to trust that Marcus was bringing up the rear. The guys needed to stick together. This monster was dangerous. He’d proved that by killing an innocent girl, as well as his own child and her mother. He needed to be stopped. Permanently.

The roar of four car engines, the sound of tyres spinning along the road, and the wind rushing past was all Carter could hear. Nothing else mattered, except catching this menace.

The four guys chased the scumbag to a mostly burnt out factory away from any main roads. They arrived in succession, Carter first, then T-Man, then Brady, then Marcus – the best of the best in the underground street racing circuit. They all lined up their cars, blocking the exit. The murderer was standing next to his car, a cocky smirk on his face. He had four, big-muscled lackeys standing next to him, all dressed in black.

Well, the creep did like his clichés.

The four friends got out of their cars and gathered between T-Man and Brady’s cars.

“Hired guns,” Marcus whispered. “What do we do?”

Brady, as reckless as ever, cracked his knuckles. “I say we sort this out the old fashioned way.”

T-Man put a restraining hand on Brady’s chest. “Don’t be stupid. You can guarantee he’ll have plenty of guns. We need to be smart.”

Carter nodded, not taking his eyes of Deangelo Carboni for a second. “T-Man’s right. We need to be smart about this.”

The four vigilantes stood in their group, watching De, waiting for him to make a move. True to form, Deangelo couldn’t resist gloating.

“Ah, my old friends,” he snickered. “Come to celebrate my release from prison, have you?”

Carter stepped forward and growled. “You’re crazy. You were supposed to be doing life. You’re a murderer, you killed your own family! You killed your girlfriend! You assaulted my wife! What makes you think we’d celebrate your escape?”

De laughed. “Katie’s still spinning that same old story, is she? She always did have a wild imagination, that girl.”

Carter wanted to run at Deangelo Carboni and strangle him with his bare hands. He wanted to watch as De’s face turned purple from lack of oxygen. He wanted to feel De go limp underneath his fingers. He wanted to watch as Deangelo took his last, shuddering breath.