Turning on the bound man,
Sowerbutt snapped: “Now you goose-stepping Reds will learn your lesson at last.
Touch my Family and the heavens fall in. Come into my patch again and every
last Red is dead. How many warnings do you need, you thick bastards?
“One more slap and gag him,
One-Line. Let him stew for a bit. We’ll pop over to the Manor House. Relax with a couple of drinks and then we’ll come back
and finish off this piece of rubbish. We’ll collect the rest of the lads, pick
up some shooters and clean out the rest of the bastard Reds in Stepney once and
for all. I’ve had enough of them.”http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-of-Red-ebook/dp/B00B1CWM5M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358353851&sr=1-1
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