Soldiers of Chaos- Chaos Abounds: Book 1 in the Soldiers of Chaos series Read Online Free PDF Page A

neatly all over her body and the blood that covered was thick and congealing in some spots and already drying in others. He pulled his knife from his pocket and sliced the rope that bound her ankles to the bed posts then moved up towards her head. Her eyes were still open and her face twisted in a look of fear and agony. He cut her wrists free and placed her hands on her stomach. Then he reached up and used two fingers to slide her eyelids down. The physical resemblance between Sheila and Nikki had always been obvious and as he took in her mangled form it really brought it home for him just how close they'd come to losing Nikki. Fuck she was lying in the hospital right now in who knows what kind of condition. "Yeah Ford hatch back it was round the corner they're bringin' it round now." Brodie stepped up beside him. "Right get one of the boys to put some plastic in the back and we'll load her into that instead."
     
    They wrapped Sheila in the blood soaked bedding and waited as the others bumped down the hallway with the bodies of her killers. In silence they scooped up the bundle that was Sheila and headed out through the back door. As they slowly moved past the van Tex watched the prospects toss the bodies roughly into the back of the van. He shook his head sure they were fucking sick scumbags but those prospects had absolutely no fucking finesse and sometimes a man, even a rough outlaw biker, needed finesse. Brodie's mate Jay was just laying out the plastic in the boot for them. Jay nodded at them as he waited beside the open hatch. They gently slid Sheila's wrapped body into the back of the car. "You guy's need a hand with Nikki's mum?" Tex appreciated Jay's offer, he was a good guy. He was quiet but he did everything asked of him without hesitation. In Tex's mind both Jay and Brodie were going to make the cut, the other guys he wasn't so sure about. Tex glanced back to see the two shitbags lighting up smokes as they unloaded the gasoline from the van "Nah man. I think you better get over there and take over from fucking dumb and dumber before they set themselves alight." Jay looked at the two men and shook his head "Yeah you're probably right." He handed the keys to Tex and jogged over taking the gasoline from the moron twins. "Fucking dickheads" Brodie was shaking his head. Yeah those two were definitely not gonna make it. "Give Jay a hand with splashing that shit around inside and make sure you cover Nikki's room and Sheila's bed and anywhere else that's covered in blood. Don't light it till I give you the word ok." Brodie nodded and followed Jay inside. Tex closed the hatch and headed for the front yard in search of King.
     
    His old man sat on the front porch his head hanging low his phone glued to his ear. "I know darlin'...... Trace is with her......... No there's nothing you can do here go to the hospital and check on our girl..... Where?…. In the back of the hall closet…… Yeah...... Love you too Rose." Mum. King always turned to his wife in times of need. She was the thing that kept him strong and his course steady. Tex had watched their relationship and known that's what he wanted for himself and he wanted that with Nikki. Life never works out the way you want it to though and wasn't that a cold and bitter lesson. "Dad?" His father quickly gathered himself together and stood up from the porch "You ready son?" "Yeah everyone's loaded up and Brodie and Jay are dousing the place as we speak." His father nodded his head “There’s some boxes in the bottom of the hall closet. Your mum said to grab them out for Nikki.” It was his turn to nod "I'm gonna take Sheila out to the farm." There was no way he was taking her to Ash's. Ash was the undertaker at the pet cemetery. The guy was a friend of the clubs and the cemetery had a crematorium. If bodies needed disposing of never to be found again Ash was a handy friend to have. He did not want Sheila ending up in the same place as those assholes. King looked at him