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The Grim Reaper.
"Chad," I whimper his name. He even looks like a fucking Chad. The outlaw biker ensemble he wears looks like a badly chosen Halloween costume.
"Laura, long time no see. I've been hoping to have a little chat with you." He narrowly sneers as his blade scratches my cheek, his fingers wrapping around my throat.
How sheltered am I that I had no idea he was a fucking Reaper to begin with? I'm such an idiot.
"Wanna tell me why you brought a fucking Black Stallion into Reaper territory, or should I just start carving up your gorgeous face? That would surely be a tragedy though. No one this pretty should be carved up, but my boss isn't nearly as nice as me."
How the hell did he know about Xander being a Black Stallion? I thought he kept that pretty well hidden when he escorted me out of this apartment.
My fingers tremble with fear but I refuse to let it show on my face. In the past forty-eight hours, I've been through enough trauma and bullshit to last me a lifetime. I'm done letting these criminals think they can threaten me and I'll just quiver with fear. I need to be strong. I have to be. I won't survive otherwise.
"I didn'tbringanyone here," I hiss at him and his eyes darken with anger.
Then, I hear the sound of a gun cocking, the loud clicking noise impossible to confuse with anything else.
"Drop the knife and back the fuck away from her."
My initial thought from the sound of the gun is that Xander must've followed us and is here to save me, but that isn't Xander's voice. Not even close.
Chad turns his face and looks at the menacing figure of my sister, pointing a pistol in his face. Her aim isn't shaken, though I know mine would be.
Gillian looks pissed.
"Where did you get that?" Chad growls at her, his attention glued to the black pistol with a red and blue striped grip.
"Where do you think, fuck face?" she sneers at him, her jaw tense with anger. "You know where my connections lie and I know yours, Reaper, but you've yet to determine hers. I can tell you there is someone much scarier than me who will gladly torture you for days for laying a finger on her. What does everyone in that faction call him, Laura?" Even as she addresses me, her eyes don't leave Chad for a second.
"Gunner."
Suddenly, Chad snaps to look at me, the color from his face draining. Oh, I guess he knows who Xander is then.
"You're Gunner's girl?" Chad asks, disbelief across his face.
That's a title I'll wear with pride. "I am." Though it may not be official, I know it's true. I'm Xander's girl.
The knife is removed from my face and he tucks it into his back pocket, not even caring about the gun still pointed at him.
Chad has balls of steel.
"The Reapers have no qualms with Gunner. Our issues lie with Browning and the way he runs his outfit. He's incompetent and psychotic in the worst way. His organization brings attention to us all that nobody needs. Gunner knows we have no issues with putting a bullet between his idiotic father's eyes, as I'm sure he doesn't either. Browning is a fucking prick."
Hmm. Maybe the Reapers aren't such pieces of shit after all.
"Get out of here before anyone else sees you." Chad pulls his hood back over his head and starts to retreat back to the complex, but something comes over me and I have to know the answer to the question swirling in my head.
"Chad, wait."
He halts and turns to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed. He doesn't speak, just waits on me.
"How do you know him? You're a Reaper and he's a—"
He doesn't allow me to finish my sentence. "Xander Davenport is my cousin. Davina Devereax is my aunt." Then, he leaves and I'm stunned by his response. Unsure of what to say, what to do with the information Chad gave me, the unknown connection between me and Xander.
CHAPTER18
LAURA
