Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Shea opened the doors. Fraser wasn't there. A quick glance at Grant startled him.

"I don't fucking get it," Grant said confused.

"Get what?" Shea said.

He was feeling nervous as fuck, the nerves apparently unsettled by the sudden rush of violence he had just witnessed. A part of him wished he was already gone.

"He was there a moment ago," Grant pointed out.

"You're the one pointing the gun," Shea blasted.

Grant aimed his weapon at him. "Don't you yell at me like that," he growled.

It turned out that while Shea and Grant were standing at the gate, Fraser managed to sneak his way out from the back door and hid under the van. He saw his daughter Emily get shot by his brother. He had almost yelled out in agony but had kept still.

He noticed that Rachel was still alive. Rage consumed Fraser. His brother was a double-crosser, a Judas who backstabbed him in all areas. He had fucked his wife and now had killed his daughter. Now he was going to slit both Grant and Shea's cords respectively. Rachel was going to go last, and he would have tremendous fun.

Fraser had his hand on his gun. He tiptoed behind Grant. Grant's head turned when suddenly he was whip-lashed by Fraser. Grant fell to the ground. Shea froze.

"Hands up, motherfucker," Fraser said.

Shea wanted to turn and run, but his feet didn't move off the ground. He could hear footsteps. He turned around and saw Rachel approach him.

She was holding the sword. There was an evil smile spread across her face. Shea figured she might try to save herself and him. He guessed wrong.

Fraser pulled the trigger. Shea pissed his pants. The gun fell out of Fraser's hand. Rachel immediately ran towards Fraser and swung. Fraser's arm was sliced open.

Fraser screamed.

Shea was too terrified to move. Three-quarters of his pants got soaked in piss. Shea knew he was done. He wished he never came to the graveyard in the first place.

Rachel went to the truck and grabbed the shotgun. Shea started to move back, fear gripping him further. It was getting crazy. He made a run for it.

KA-BOOM!

Shea slumped forward, the pallets causing a large red hole in his back. Rachel turned and aimed the shotgun at Fraser. Fraser glared at her. His arm lay on the ground.

"Hey," Fraser said. "We had a deal, remember?"

He was referring to the call he had made to Rachel earlier in the day. He would let her go if she handed over the money to him and helped him kill his brother.

She would be safe not only from his wrath but as well from the cops. Grant and Rachel had other ideas.

"I know," Rachel said. "I figure if I could cut away all loose ends and make a fresh start someplace else then maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to blow you off."

"You fucking bitch!" Fraser yelled at Rachel.

Rachel smiled at Fraser. She cocked the shotgun again and pulled thetrigger. Fraser's body fell face-down, with literally nothing left of his face.Rachel threw away the gun. She ran to the van, closed the back doors and sat inthe driver's seat. She pushed on the breaks.