Follow up to the grindhouse splatterpunk opus Plebs. Book Two.
The Riders have been ambushed. Split. Outwitted. And in the hands of those who want them dead. Terence ‘Terror’ Strawn, strip club kingpin and criminal entrepreneur, has those he came to wreak brutal bloody havoc on, right where he wants them. With his trusted army of thugs and several unlikely alliances on hand Terror is calling the shots and his shots spell depravity and disaster for the Riders. However, as thorough and ruthlessly efficient as the attackers have been with their unexpected raid, they haven’t quite ticked every box in completing the job. In their rush to get their prized captives to a secluded location for extensive torture and perverse purposes, they have not only left one of their own allies behind, but they haven’t quite rounded up all those foes they came to bring terror down upon. Now the team despatched to tie up the loose ends at the remote Kallesin County residence they first ambushed the Riders and those they’ve been sent back to eliminate are about to discover that there is much more lurking in the deep of the woods surrounding the sprawling property. Something horrendous. Something remorseless and insatiable. Something with the unquenchable desire to rip, tear, mutilate and devour. Soon, the blood is going to pour like rain, and nobody is going to be safe.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
