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“You motherfucker,” I seethed as I marched over to the large fucker. “I sent her to you for protection. What the fuck did you do to her?”

“Watch it, asshole. You’re still on my shit list,” the massive man growled, crossing his arms over his enormous chest and grinning. “Unless you’re willing to repent right now?”

“Yeah. That’s never gonna fucking happen.”

“I didn’t think so.” The president of the Brotherhood of Bastards gave one of his eerie smirks, then looked behind me at Sypher and sneered, “Vaporize. Now.”

Sypher didn’t need to be told twice.

“Now that the little snitch is gone, we need to talk.”

I huffed, then turned to walk away. “Got nothing to say.”

Only I didn’t get too far, because the next thing I fucking knew, Morpheus had my ass up against the wall of the cabin, with his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. “Listen up, you stupid fuck. Thanks to you, I’ve had to move up my timeline, and you fucking know how I fucking hate deviating from a well-thought-out plan. So listen up real good, Massacre. You opened a fucking can of worms when you gave my niece your patch, but you really fucked up when you sent her to me. Tell Reaper the deal is off.”

“What deal?” I asked as his hand tightened around my neck.

Morpheus’s eyes burned with a vicious intensity, his grip like steel as I struggled to catch a full breath. “Don’t play dumb with me, dumbass. The deal I made with Reaper, the one that was supposed to keep all this shit from blowing up in our faces.”

I honestly had no fucking clue what the son of a bitch was talking about. Hell, he could be talking about the current value of the stock market for all I fucking knew. It wasn’t like I had the inside track into Reaper’s head.

No one did!

Releasing me, I coughed as I rubbed my neck.

“Just give Reaper my message,” the man said, walking off into the darkness where he belonged.

“What about Scott?”

“Leave him the fuck alone!”

Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen either.

I had a fucking bullet with that fucker’s name on it.

Well, I would as soon as I etched it on one. That bastard made my wife’s life a fucking living hell for three motherfucking years. She was still afraid of him, and that didn’t sit well with me. Amber had suffered enough, and if I could help ease just one part of her fear, then that’s exactly what I was going to do.

Fuck Morpheus.

And fuck Reaper.

“I know that look,” a familiar voice said, stepping out of the shadows. “Whatever you’re planning. I want in.”

“Me too.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Amber

I woke the next morning feeling rested. Rolling over in bed, I stretched out to find myself alone. Slowly sitting up, I looked around the room before throwing back the covers. After using the bathroom, I headed into the living room expecting to find Massacre, but all I found was nothing. Opening the front door, I looked out over the Nebraska landscape and saw nothing for miles. Just swaying grass and wheat fields. Closing the door, I walked over to the coffeepot, and that’s where I found a note.

Picking it up, it read:

I love you.

Looking around the small cabin, a trickle of fear raced down my spine as my fingers crumbled the note in my hand. It didn’t take me long to figure out what he meant.

He was going after Dan.