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I didn’t know how he would do it. A part of me didn’t care. I just wanted the asshole who hurt Stef to die. “Make him suffer,” I whispered through my tears. “Give him hell.”
I kind of knew what that meant now. After seeing what Grim and his club could become, I had a feeling they could dish out punishment and retribution like no other.
“You know I will.”
For the moment, that was good enough.
***
“Give them hell.”
Trish’s words echoed in my head. Men who would become that kind of monster and harm women and children were a special breed of heinous that had to be destroyed. I wouldn’t stop until Resnikov was found and anyone else associated with the crimes against young women in Nevada were brought to justice. Our justice.
Fuckin’ Russians were really starting to make my life hell. I was through finding horror scenes like the one we stumbled upon in that warehouse. Bringing my club into this bullshit was a mistake. Targeting ol’ ladies and their families? Fuckin’ asking for their souls to be reaped.
There would be no mercy. Not when I found them.
A sneer left my lips, and I began to pace, wearing a pattern in the carpet of my office while Trish slept. She’d been up most of the night. Worn out, devastated, and completely heartbroken.
There were two things I knew for certain. One, no one was fucking with my club. And two, Tricia Holloway was mine. Putting her on any kind of hitlist was pure suicide.
If I had to burn down every building the Scorpions were in to find justice, I was going to do it.
Fuck those assholes.
At church the next day, I leaned forward, staring into the face of all my brothers. “We’re gonna let that video of Voltoy leak out.”
A few snickers could be heard around the table. We’d tortured that sick murdering rapist and had it all on video. Quite the announcement for those who wanted to come after us.
Rael slapped a palm down on the table. “Fuck yeah. If that doesn’t draw out Resnikov and the Scorpions, I don’t know what will.”
“Shit is about to go down. Get your women inside the Crossroads. We’re going on lockdown. No one leaves alone and I need to know where everyone is at every single goddamn moment. If I’m not available, make sure you check in with Mammoth.”
“I don’t doubt this will kick up a fuckin’ hornets’ nest.” Hannibal shook his head with mirth. “Finally. This is gonna be fun.”
“Baiting the enemy. Smart.” I looked up as Papa entered the chapel. “What? Think you fuckers get to have all the fun?”
Bodie and Lucky snickered.
It was showtime.
The devil always enjoyed his souls that were reaped m
ost of all and we were long overdue.
As his chosen, we had a compromise with death. While in our normal human forms, we were just as vulnerable as our enemy, but once we transformed into our Reapers everything changed. Those demons were badass, and they were indestructible. Death was our obedient servant and we willingly provided prey.
This was what we did best.
Our job was to dispatch souls and hand them over for eternal punishment. To consign them to dust and fragments of their soul to be judged, condemned, and sentenced by the greatest jury ever conceived – the devil’s court.
Church was dismissed and I waited eagerly for our enemies to surface.
Trish was fuckin’ gone again. I couldn’t believe it. As soon as I returned to the room, I found a note. She snuck out before anyone had a chance to check on her and was going to visit her aunt. In the middle of a fuckin’ war between us, the Russians, and Scorpions. I wanted to roar my rage to the sky.
What in the fuck was the matter with my woman?
Did she think she was invincible? Because she had seen enough death and shit to know that wasn’t fuckin’ true. I grabbed my keys and went in search of Rael.
