Crux Untamed (Hades Hangmen 6)

“Six,” he spat.

I released the dice and watched as they fell onto the barrel. As the dice stopped rolling, Du Pont’s eyes slammed to mine. “There’re no numbers on them!” he hissed, panicked. “They’re fucking blank!”

I smiled and locked my gaze on his. “Hades says you lose.”

I was off the stool in seconds, Hades’ dice back at home in my pocket. Du Pont started shouting behind me. I picked up the can of gas I’d brought. I shook it, listening to how much was inside. “Enough,” I said and turned to Du Pont.

He was shaking on his seat, eyes wide. “You won’t get away with this,” he said, his breathing getting faster and faster when he looked at his friends. Not one of those fuckers was recognizable anymore.

“Get away with it?” I laughed and poured the gas over his head. It ran over his body, and I poured until not an inch of him was spared. Throwing the can to the side, I leaned down to his ear. “Hades always gets away with it.” I inhaled deeply. “It’s you who’ll pay. For fucking with Valan. For killing his parents . . .” I paused for dramatic effect. “For being the racist, fascist cunt you chose to be.”

I struck a match and watched the flame chase its way down the wood. Du Pont watched it too. He met my eyes, and as he stared at me, my eyes the last thing the fucker would ever see, I dropped the match in his lap . . . and the cunt was immediately eaten by flames.

I stayed exactly where I was, his screams like a fucking symphony to my ears. I stayed beside him, letting my face be the last thing he saw before his body slumped with death . . . and Hades’ justice had been served.

Kicking the fucker’s body to join his friends, I threw a white hood on his still-scalding head and left them for their Klan kin to fucking find.

As I walked out of the barn, I rolled the dice in my hands, Hades’ thirst for blood satisfied for now. Thunder fell into step beside me, and we got the fuck on our bikes.

Four cunt lives traded for the two they took from my brother. I smiled, the night air slapping my blood-drenched face as I rode. Because I knew it wouldn’t be long before Hades would decide to play again.

And he would kill any cunt who tried to fuck with his Hangmen.

I’d make sure of it.