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Reaper

Later that afternoon in Lawton, Oklahoma,

This was a clusterfuck.

From the shadows, I watched Satan’s Angels get themselves into position. I counted at least four chapters that converged near the area. That was close to a hundred men. I knew Sandman was out there somewhere watching, just waiting for the right time to attack. It was coming. I knew that. Just like I knew these fuckers were waiting for the sun to set.

Stupid fucking rookie mistake.

I could see them moving into position.

They were gearing up to breach the compound. They were only here for one thing, and it would be over my dead cold body before I allowed them anywhere near her.

She was mine.

Mine to protect.

Until death do us part.

I was going to kill them all, and when I was done, I was going to finish this fucking mess and let the chips fall where they lay. I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was done. Tired of all the lies and deceptions.

It was time the fucking world knew the truth.

The whole motherfucking truth.

If these fuckers wanted a fight, then I was going to give them one.

I was done waiting.

Moving quickly in the shadows, stealthy and deadly quiet, I approached three of the Satan’s Angels. I swung my metal blade through the air, systematically beheading three men at once.

That was when I spotted Sandman, running through the darkness, knives in his hands, while he did what came naturally to him. Slicing his way through, killing everyone he came in contact with; like me, he left nothing to chance.

No one wearing a Satan’s Angels patch would survive this night. I watched Sandman throw his knife. It landed in the back of the head of a Satan’s Angel, right before he snapped the neck of another.

My brother was in a killing rage.

God help them all.

Brothers from the Diamondbacks started shooting, aiming at moving objects while several of Satan’s Angels breached the compound.

It was total chaos.

Making my way through the throngs of men, I killed everyone who crossed my path. My adrenaline was riding me hard. The smell of blood permeated all around me. Their screams were music to my ears.

The demon inside me was happy.

He was in his element as I took life after life.

Following Sandman, I slipped inside the Diamondback garage through a side door, just when Sandman spotted four more Satan’s Angels.

They were watching the clubhouse.

I knew what those fuckers were watching for.

“That’s them,” one of the Satan’s Angels said. “We wait till we see the bitch, then we go.”

I held my position while Sandman slowly approached them.

“That’s her. Let’s go.”

Moving before they could flinch, my brother slit the throat of the leader, while shooting the others dead all before they could move. With the dead at his feet something caught his attention. He never saw the fucker looming in the shadows when the fucker made his move.

“Sandman. Duck!”

Doing so immediately, my blade flew over his head, sliding into the face of a Satan’s Angel behind him. The fucker fell to his knees before collapsing to the side, dead.

Walking out of the shadows, I headed to the man on the ground. With my booted foot on the man’s chest, I yanked my sword out of the man’s face.

“Didn’t Hawk ever tell you to watch your six?”

Shaking my head, I sighed, looking at the clubhouse.

“Get her out of there. Take her to Sunny. I’ll take care of the rest of these fuckers.”

Shaking his head, he whispered, “She needs you.”

“No, she doesn’t. She never did,” I muttered, turning to walk away.

“Where are you going?”

“To make sure she never has to worry about anything ever again.”

Heading back into the darkness, I continued to kill any man with a Satan’s Angels cut. It was a bloody battle. One I knew would hit them hard, but it wouldn’t destroy them.

No.

For that to happen, it was going to take something bigger than just me.

Rounding the backside of the compound, I saw Sandman arguing with someone. Someone familiar.

Stopping to take a better look, I shook my head.

“Monk, get the fuck away from him,” Shadow ordered firmly, moving to stand in front of Sandman.

“Get out of my way, Shadow, before I snap your fucking neck.”

Before anyone could say another word, Sandman had his gun pointed at Monk’s head.

“You hurt my brother and I will kill you.”

“Your brother?” Monk sneered, pressing his forehead against the barrel of the gun. “He’s a fucking Diamondback. Can’t you fucking read? Or are you that fucking stupid?”

Before I could even think, I aimed my gun and fired. Monk stumbled back a few steps, grabbing his shoulder and that was when I heard her gasp.

The second our eyes connected, I felt the jolt right down into my soul. There, in the midst of all this blood and death, everything vanished, until it was just the two of us.

Time didn’t matter.

Only she did.

I never wanted this moment to stop. I would give anything to have her in my arms again. To taste her lips on mine. I needed to hear her voice, hear her laughter, hold her when she cried. The compulsion was so great, my demon screamed out, demanding we go to her.

She was ours.

Mine and his.

“Son of a bitch,” I vaguely heard Shadow say.

And just like that, the moment was gone, and I disappeared back into the darkness once more.