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Reaper

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” I roared, trying to get out of the restraints holding me to the bed. How the fuck I woke up with Montana and Maxim looming over me, I had no idea. The last thing I remembered was telling that cunt Wendy to back the fuck off. She’d been trying to get down my pants for weeks, and I’d had enough of her shit. I knew she was one of Maxim’s whores.

Fucker thought he was so slick sneaking her into my club.

Like I didn’t investigate the bitch.

Please. I wasn’t a fucking newbie.

And that motherfucker , Montana.

When I got my hands around his neck, I was going to rip his head off and shit down his throat!

“Where are my wife and kids?!”

“They’re gone,” the fucker stated flatly, holding up picture after picture of that cunt Wendy fucking me in my office.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I rabidly railed, trying to break the binds that held me. Motherfucker was damn lucky I couldn’t get my hands on him, but I was patient. One day. I didn’t know when, but one day I would, and God help that motherfucker!

Maxim stepped forward.

“Reaper, we need you to listen. Shit is getting bad. Remi is in trouble. She was in danger. We had no choice.”

“The fuck you didn’t!” I roared. “You could have called me!”

“I tried you, jackass,” Montana sneered. “You never picked up!”

Glaring at both men, I growled, “What the fuck did you do? Have that bitch set me up? Remi will see right through that shit. She knows I would never fucking cheat on her. I’d rather cut out my own fucking heart than hurt her like that. So, what did you do?”

Maxim looked at Montana, who sighed. “We forced your hand. You were getting out of control. We needed to contain you before you did something stupid, like fuck everything up worse than you already have. All you had to do was lie low and let us handle things. But you couldn’t even do that. Could you?”

“What did you do?” I sneered, spittle shooting from my mouth.

“We had Wendy slip something into your drink,” Montana admitted, then grinned like the two-timing son of a bitch he was. “To make you more amiable. Then, when you were fucking whacked out of your mind, she stripped you naked and made it look like she was fucking your brains out. I had someone take pictures and send them to your wife. I thought she would just leave, but she didn’t. Instead, Remi walked in on the scene and shot Wendy dead. The bullet went through Wendy and into you.”

I went still as I tried to process everything the lying piece of shit had just said. I couldn’t believe it. No fucking way.

My Remi was gentle, kindhearted.

Fuck, I knew she had a temper on her, but she would never harm another living soul. Not after everything she endured growing up.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

She did empty a clip into Reynolds.

No.

I refused to believe it.

It wasn’t in her nature to be so vengeful.

“What the fuck are you saying, Montana?”

“Remi witnessed your supposed infidelity. She thinks she killed you and Wendy. She’s gone, Reaper.”

“Where the fuck is my wife?!”

“Somewhere safe,” Montana stated angrily. “And she will stay that way until we clear up this mess.”

“A mess not of my making!”

“Get some rest and sober up. This shit is far from over. I may have need of you in the future,” Montana hastily said, before leaving me alone with Maxim.

Glaring at the man, I asked, “How could you go along with that motherfucker? Remi is your goddaughter. Part of your fucking family!”

“I didn’t know until after. Believe me when I say Montana will answer for his actions. I give you my word.”

“Your word means shit to me, Fedorov,” I muttered, then asked, “Is she safe?”

Maxim nodded. “Yes, and Massacre checked in earlier today. Everything is going according to plan.”

“Is it?” I growled. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like everything has gone to shit. I should have never made that fucking blood pact with you two.”

“You need to rest and heal. The doctor said the bullet skimmed your head. You are going to have a nasty headache for a while.”

Turning away from him, I muttered, “I don’t care. I don’t care about anything anymore.”

“Reaper,” Maxim said, unlocking the cuffs holding me to the bed. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but we are doing what we think is best. Once everything is done, we will work towards making this right between you two. I give you my word.”

I sighed and rolled over onto my side.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Thanks to you two sick fucks, she saw me for who I really am. The monster I always claimed to be.”

Walking around to the nightstand next to the bed, Maxim placed a picture on the table before leaving.

Picking it up, I ran my thumb over her face.

God, she was so beautiful, and thanks to me, I’d ruined everything.

She was never going to forgive me.