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It’s not just any unicorn… this is the one I brought from my house to the Kings’ clubhouse. The one I thought was destroyed when the Reapers attacked.
Grayson
My fist slams into some guy’s face, blood spraying from the way his lip splits, as Gertie screams in the background.
“Stop! Gray! Please stop hurting him!” she screams, over and fucking over, and it’s grating on my fucking nerves.
Most of the patrons, except for Loretta’s whores, vacated the Sleep-Eazy Motel the moment I started kicking down fucking doors. The businessmen, and even the fucking cops who frequent this seedy fucking motel on the edge of town took off, and no authorities have returned to stop my wrath.
“I’ll fucking stop, when you tell me what I want to know, Gertie.” I point a blood-soaked finger in her direction before pointing back down to the guy she’s been dating. “Until then, this motherfucker is going to learn what it’s like to be associated with the likes of you.”
My fist crunches his nose next, his cries almost as high pitched as Gertie’s as he tries to scramble away from me.
He’s wasting his fucking energy. He can’t run from me. No one can.
“I haven’t seen any Reapers. I swear. If I had, I would have told you.”
I curl my lip at her. “I didn’t fucking ask if you’d seen any Reapers. I asked if you heard anything about them. Anything about Zoe. Stop fucking wasting my time.”
“Adam Perry was in here bragging about getting one over on the Kings.”
My head darts in the direction of the voice to see Loretta standing in the doorway, taking a drag of her cigarette. She’s as classy as a whore turned pimp can be with her satin nightie hanging off one shoulder, and her nipple nearly showing.
“Lori!” Gertie scolds as Loretta shrugs at her.
“What? It’s no skin off my nose to tell Gray about his visit. That fucker roughed up Erin and didn’t pay extra for it. As far as I’m concerned, he’s not worth protecting.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I eye Gertie. “You’re willing to let your boyfriend get beaten to death. Why?”
She shakes her head, looking fucking terrified as her mascara smeared eyes dart to the doorway like she’s thinking about fleeing. Or trying to, anyway.
She won’t get far.
And won’t live long if she tries that.
“I need to protect my guest’s privacy.” She lies and Loretta scoffs.
“You talk so much shit, Gertie. You had no problem ratting me and my girls out to the cops last month when they offered you a Benjamin Franklin. It cost me three fucking grand and a blow job to clear those fucking charges. You’re not protecting anyone but yourself.”
When Gertie lurches for Loretta, I pull my gun and stop her in her tracks, my barrel digging into her double chin as a gasp leaves her pink smoke creased lips.
“Start fucking talking, Gertie, or I’ll paint this ceiling with your brain.”
“Gertie. Just tell him.” The loser boyfriend moans from the floor where he huddles in a pool of his own fucking blood.
I hope that fucker breaks up with Gertie after this. If she’s still alive, that is.
“A-Adam Perry was here last week. H-he was bragging about stealing the Kings’ most prized possession, but he was pissed that he wasn’t allowed to have a go at her cunt. Said he borrowed some cash off his parents to buy a whore for thenight, so he didn’t have to fuck the club’s whores and the slops left behind from the other Reapers.”
I roll my tongue in my mouth, trying to keep my fucking composure at hearing Adam’s desire about my princess. But fuck. This is the first intel I’ve had that actually confirms the Reapers have her and that she’s alive. We were going off speculation, and since the Reapers are known for laying claim to their attacks, I was beginning to worry something else had happened to Zoe since the Reapers have gone into hiding and remained quiet.
Shoving Gertie away, I spin to face Loretta. “Get your girl. Erin, was it? I want to fucking talk to her.”
Loretta shrugs, stubbing out her cigarette on the doorjamb. “It’ll cost you.”
My hand is around her throat before she can even take another breath, and I spin her, slamming her back against the open door.
“It’ll costyouif you don’t fucking do as I ask!” I roar in her face, and she flinches back, the calm, relaxed pimp vanishing before my eyes. “Get your fucking girl here now or it’ll be your fucking brain all over the ceiling.”
