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a serious problem with dat.”
    She pushes the magnum against the skull of the shotgun-toting hick. “Drop your weapons now or I’ll blow his brains out!” She orders.
    Dread disarms O’Brian, to his amazement, and holds the gun to O’Brian’s scrotum. The other six men quickly drop their weapons and raise their hands as Dread’s men huddle them together.
    Dread motions her over to him. “You never cease to amaze me. I’m sorry I doubted your loyalty.” He kisses her on the cheek and turns back to O’Brian. “See, it takes 80
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    a woman to show you how to act, and she will be rewarded handsomely. Adam, how much we got there in cash?”
    Adam quickly calculates the money he has already put in a black duffel bag. “About sixty-five thousand, boss.”
    Dread orders, “Give it to Chase.” He turns to the aston-ished Chase and says, “That’s for you, baby, and I hope it makes up for the pain you had to endure for my mistrust.”
    “It more than makes up for it, Dread. Thanks!” She replies as Adam hands Chase the dusty duffel bag.
    Dread smiles and winks at Chase. “Okay, baby, can you go wait in the car for us? I think it’s about to get ugly around here.”
    “Sure, baby,” she answers, feeling torn about the carnage that is sure to follow. She feels helpless and knows the incident has spiraled beyond her control. She throws the dirty black money bag in the SUV, but doesn’t get in. Her curiosity about what Dread will do to the betray-ers has gotten the best of her, and she will have to give an eyewitness account in detail of the deeds done, if the case ever gets to trial.
    The rednecks’ raunchy body odor and perspiration from their fear fills the air. A gunshot sounds. O’Brian grabs between his legs, screaming as he falls to his knees, his khaki police pants darkening with blood and country dirt.
    “You like to point guns at people’s balls. Then enjoy the feeling?” Dread mocks, laughing. “Pick his punk ass up and throw him in his car and get the petro,”
    Dread orders.
    Christopher and Adam grab the whimpering O’Brian and place him in his vehicle.
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    back of the SUV, grabs the gas can and rushes to stand next to the driver’s side of O’Brian’s squad car. Smiling, he opens the can and places the spout upright, so the gasoline can be poured out.
    The other men now kneeling on the ground join in the whimpering and start to plead with Dread for mercy.
    One urinates on himself as he shakes with fear, and tears stream down his face.
    “Mercy, you say? How much mercy would you have on me and my men, you piece of garbage?” Dread spits at the three-hundred-and-fifty-pound, cow-faced man.
    “What we gonna have here is a little barbecue. Then I’m gonna give you boys a fair shake, okay?” Dread explains with an honest smile.
    O’Brian’s face is contorted as he looks over at Dread in obvious pain. “Dread, I got your money. Look in the bag in the trunk.”
    O’Brian pops the trunk from the inside as Christopher pushes his gun into O’Brian’s temple.
    Brutus starts toward the trunk to retrieve the money.
    “No, Brutus, you stay there and cover those assholes.
    Clark, get the money.”
    Clark takes a flashlight out of his jacket and walks toward the trunk. He retrieves a duffel bag, lays it on the ground, opens it then screams. A five-foot rattlesnake darts out and strikes him in the face. He quickly falls backward, rolls on the ground and struggles with the huge snake that coils its body and refuses to let go of its bite.
    Brutus pulls his switchblade, grabs the head of the huge snake and cuts the body from it. He carefully pulls the head from Clark Malone’s face. But Clark has already gone into shock and convulsions from the snake’s poison.

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    Brutus shoots Clark in the head to take him out of his misery, then goes over and kicks the duffel bag, dumping out multiple large bundles of