My Ride is a Bitch (The Kurtherian Gambit Book 13) Read Free Page A

to the front door. “If that bitch pulls the child off the bed, the operation is a bust,” he yelled, frantically trying to unlock the door.

    Gunther and Dieter were hot on his heels as he yanked the front door open, all three men racing down the front sidewalk.

    “ArchAngel, get me down there!” John commanded as he started unbuckling. The Pod came screaming down out of the sky.

    The three men hadn’t made it to the street when the top of the house exploded. They all turned, covering their heads, jumping back onto the lawn as house parts pelted them. One larger piece of board impaled the grass just a foot from Gunter’s face.

    Standing up and pulling their pistols when the large pieces stopped landing, they turned back towards the home. There was fire pouring out of the top windows.

    “Shit!” Klaus stomped his foot, “We were so close!” They jogged over to the home's front lawn.

    Dieter was the first to noticed the object descending from off to their left. Thinking a large part of the house was landing he jerked his head. “Look out!”

    The men ducked, but nothing hit the ground. When they looked up once again, a large white man, vitriolic hatred painted on his face promising a painful death stood to their left. He stared at them, two unique-looking guns in his hands, aimed at their heads.

    The three men pointed their guns back, “Who are you?” Klaus asked.

    “I am,” he responded, barely-restrained emotions holding in check, “the man who is going to kill you for who you just blew up.”

    They eyed each other for a few seconds.

    A woman’s voice came from behind the three. It started low and slow, but raised in both pitch and volume as it continued, “You cock-biting ass-backward fuck faced sodding tea-bagging wrinkled old-dickless-twin-headed-alien-tramp-wackers!" She then screamed, "That fucking hurt!"

    One of the three men turned around, the two facing John didn’t like the grin that graced his face, or his comment, “Boys, I was just going to kill you. Now, you’ve done gone and fucked up real good. You will have wished for death by the time she gets done with you.”

    The one on the left, looked back and exclaimed, “The trophy wife?”

    John snorted as the lady spoke in a clipped fashion, “You, I kill first.”

    The white dog beside her barked. “No,” she said, “you may not bite his nuts off. I’m not smelling nut-sack breath all morning long.”

    “Dieter, would you just shoot the bitch?” Gunter asked, “We have to get out of here!”

    “Gentleman,” her voice went sweet, soft velvet over hardened steel, “I command you, put down your guns.”  

    “Like…” Gunter started to say before he felt himself complying with her orders, finishing with,“hell?”

    John, keeping his pistols on them, walked over and kicked their guns behind him.

    “Bethany Anne, we do need to go. Where are the people in the house?”  

    “Colorado,” She turned to look at her car, “Fucking Ape-titties!” She yelled, exasperated, “That was my new Ferrari, you cooch-virgins!”  

    John looked and had to agree. The car’s bodywork messed up explosion damage the Ferarri wasn’t looking too good.

    She breathed slowly. “Well, that settles it,” She walked to the man who was still looking at her. “Hope no one has video going,” she mumbled and slapped him. The slap’s ‘crack’ was loud, but the man she hit had disappeared

    “What the hell?” Gunter exclaimed as he was whacked on the back of his head and also disappeared.  

    She told the last, “Don’t say a fucking word. And if you and your two goons want to live, I would suggest not walking far from where I send you. Because, I might not be able to find your useless asses.”

    “Send me whe…,” was all Klaus was able to get out before the back of his head exploded in pain and he disappeared from view.

    Ashur chuffed behind her, “Yeah, good point.” She turned to John, “Pod?”

    “Up above