The Dust: Book Two - Pursuit by David H Sharp Read Free Book Online Page B

around his neck, blood seeped from Rossiter’s mouth.
    ‘You lied to me you little fuck, I don’t like liars.’ Gold squeezed even harder and Rossiter’s eyes began to bulge. Gold was now overcome with anger and the veins in his neck looked as though they were going to burst out of his skin.
    ‘Hey get off my dad!’ Shouted the young Henry Rossiter as he ran from the kitchen and jumped onto the back of Lonny Gold.
    ‘Jesus!’ Harry James instinctively ran towards the melee but stopped a few yards from the scuffle, he froze.
    ‘Get off him you twat!’ Came the shout from behind Harry James, it was Archie. He was swinging a piece of wood that had been lying next to the barn. The wood caught Henry Rossiter on the back of the head snapping due to the force and the boy fell off Lonny Gold and collapsed limply onto the flag stones.
    More cries came from the women as they witnessed the vicious attack on the youngster.
    Harry James turned towards them to keep them away.
    Gold stood up and dusted himself down, he looked across at the young boy lying motionless on the floor and then at Archie standing over him with the broken wooden club. He coolly nodded at the boy in thanks.
    Rossiter coughed as he started to recover from his partial strangulation. Gold then marched across towards him, grabbed a clump of hair on the top of his head and dragged him across the courtyard towards his son.
    ‘Right you fucking jumped up little cunt, you have one chance so listen very carefully.’
    Rossiter broke free and went to tend to his son who was unconscious and bleeding.
    ‘I didn’t say you could do that.’ Gold again cracked the broken father once again across the face with his huge right hand, his nose crunched and blood poured from his nostrils.
    ‘Stop it!’ One of the women shouted but it went ignored.
    Gold then hauled Rossiter up by the collar of his bloodied shirt. ‘You have one chance, think carefully before you answer. If you answer incorrectly your son dies.’
    Rossiter started to cry. ‘No, no, not my boy please, not my precious boy.’
    ‘Precious boy.’ Archie sniggered. ‘What are you? Some sort of weirdo?’
    Gold shrugged his shoulders at Rossiter. ‘You see, my good friend Mr Archibald Stanton thinks you lot are a bunch of inbred toffs.’ He smiled. ‘One chance my friend, that’s all you have or your boy dies.’
    Archie tightened his grip on the shortened lump of wood he was wielding back and forth, God he hated rich people.
    ‘The question is this.’ Gold pulled Rossiter close, so close their noses nearly touched. ‘Where are the woman and the little girl heading?’
    Rossiter went to speak but Gold cut him off quick. ‘Think about what you are going to tell me.’
    Rossiter gulped, he glanced down at his boy lying helpless on the floor in a puddle of blood, he then shivered. ‘I don’t know.’ He said quietly.
    ‘Ding dong!’ Gold shouted and let go of Rossiter. ‘Wrong answer.’ He then turned to face Archie with his thumb in the air, he then looked over to the women that were now all huddled together most of them open mouthed at what they were witnessing. Slowly but surely he turned the thumb downwards. ‘Kill the boy!’ He bellowed.
    ‘Noooooooo!’ Rossiter tried to get up but again Gold slapped him down.
    Archie brought the wooden club down with a crack, then another and then kept on going over and over again laughing as blood spurted from the boys cracked skull onto his hands and arms.
    Most of the women turned around screaming and wailing and one teenage girl was sick.
    Harry James didn’t turn around he just kept his eyes fixed on the women and their horrific reactions. They were repelled by Gold and his young accomplice and if there was any show of force from Harry James’s boss then this was it. Things would never be the same again.
    ‘Oh my God!’ Janet, Rossiter’s sister ran howling from the kitchen. ‘What have you done? What have you done?’ She ran towards