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Devil reached for Henny’s hand, and she took it, letting him lead her to the door. We stood there, watching until the room grew heavy with smoke, and the heat began to reach across the floor, incinerating everything in its path.
Devil finally pulled her away.
Manic moved to the next building, and I followed, setting all of them on fire and leaving nothing for these sick fucks to use.
We paused on our bikes, watching the building as it burned. Black smoke poured from the windows as thick flames shot out. The roof began to smolder.
“Fuck you,” Henny spat from the back of Devil’s bike. “I hope every last one of those cult members rots in hell.”
“That’s the goal, precious,” Raiden announced, lifting a hand to caress the side of her face. The need I saw in his eyes conflicted with concern. He cared for her more than he let on.
“They’ll all pay,” I promised.
Mike should have known we would come for him. Same with Homer. The rumors about our club reached the whole fucking state of California.
When you fuck with the R.V.M.C., you get the reaper, and he’s coming for your soul.Once the hand of death marked you, there wasn’t anything that would save you.
Beware of the reaping.
HENNY FOLLOWED ME INSIDE, her footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors as I headed straight to the bar. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said. How that fucking cult got to her, and Mike Huber was the motherfucking leader.
How the hell did we miss that?
I didn’t want to deal with it. I couldn’t think of her hurting like that. As used as—
NO.
Panic tried to claw its way out again, and I shoved that fucker down. Not today. I had work to do downstairs.
She sat beside me on a stool, watching me toss back a shot. “Lost soul,” she whispered, reaching over and invading my space as she gingerly touched my tattoos.
Her gentle touch inflamed me, lightly grazing over the skin of my knuckles as her brows furrowed.
“Why are you lost, Reaper?”
The corner of my mouth lifted into a snarl. I wanted to shout the reason, to be mean, gripping her shoulders and shaking her hard enough that she stopped asking questions.
You don’t have a name.
My teeth gnashed in my mouth.
Bad little boys are punished.
A roar expelled from my chest dredged up from the depths of my black soul.
Tell me how sweetly it burns.
I lashed out, shoving Henny as hard as I could, immediately regretting it as she tumbled onto the hardwood floor, smacking her head.
I’ll take this ass, boy.
My head throbbed, pulsing as blinding light shot across the front of my skull.
Pain.Pain. PAIN.
I knew what to do. The only way to forget.
Kill. The. Noise.
