Page 197 of Reaper

In Khloe’s house.

In our house.

In the clubhouse.

Some of the pictures are intimate ones of us having sex. The pictures where I’m in them with her, he’s blacked out my face with marker and taped his own face onto mine.

“How long has he been stalking me? This one is from right after my breakup with Denny,” she says, pointing to one of the pictures before looking toward the others. She freezes and angrily points to another picture. “How the hell did he get pictures of me in your house and in the clubhouse?” Lark seethes and I step up beside her, needing to know how old this picture is so we can find out how this fucker got past our systems.

Before I can even ask, I hear Python’s voice over the com devices.

“I’ll look into it, Queen, but if someone could send me pictures of what’s there, that would help narrow things down.”

“On it,”Razor grits out through a clenched jaw as he starts taking close-up pictures of what’s tacked to the cork board. Lark pulls out her phone and starts taking pictures as well.

On a nearby table, I spot more blueprints. I grab them, flipping through each of the designs. The last one has my stomach bottoming out.

“How the fucking hell did he get fuckingaccurateblueprints of the clubhouse? Of all of our houses?”

The others stop what they’re doing and crowd closer around so they can see better.

I wouldn’t be as pissed if it were just the main two levels of the clubhouse that were on the blueprints, but somehow the fucking asshole was able to get blueprints of the basement which includes the cellar and the panic room. He also has our plans for how we were going to dig access tunnels from the houses into another panic room which will eventually connect to the panic room under the clubhouse.

“We never released these to the public,” Devil seethes from his spot behind me. “How the fuck did this fucker get his hands on them?”

Lark tilts her head in thought. “Would Star have been able to gain access to these by chance?”

I pause at that, not having thought of that angle yet. Ever since Mae was here last September and that shit went down with Luscious, Star’s efforts to worm her way into becoming an Old Lady increased tenfold. Could she have somehow been in contact with Zac?

“Python, were you able to go through all of the footage from when Star stole those keys?”

“Not all of it. It’s a shit ton of feed to go through.”

“Pull in whoever you need to, but we need that footage gone through. If she was the one to steal these blueprints, her ass is getting hauled back here, pronto.”

My gaze moves back and forth between the blueprints, the pictures of the fire, and the pictures of Lark. This has to end.

“Where’s Zac, now?”I seethe, my body damn near vibrating with rage.

“He’s still showing at the tavern,”Smoke replies, frustration lacing his voice.

“But can you see him on the tavern’s cameras? Or the others we have placed around the area?”

“There is one person back in the corner and mostly covered by shadows. It could be him, but he isn’t showing his whole face so we can’t be sure. We sent Nathan and Drake to check it out a few minutes ago.”

“Nathan, Drake, any updated?”

“Spotted him. There are two others with them, all of them wearing hoodies or hats pulled low. Gonna try to get closer. Stand by,”Drake replies, and I’m surprised by how well we can pick up his voice over the noise from the tavern.

We wait for a few seconds when all of a sudden, loud voices come over the line as they curse.

“Sorry, man,”Drake slurs, and I can almost see him acting a little tipsy.“Didn’t mean to spill on ya.”

Their voices rise and the sound of skin hitting skin coming over the line has me tensing, worried the assholes have started a fight.

“No fighting in the bar!,”Erica, one of Lark’s bartenders, loud voice comes over the line.“Break it up or take that shit outside.”

“They’re separating,”Python says quietly, and my muscles relax slightly at that.“Looks like it could be Zac. In the confrontation, he turned just enough to partially see his face. Drake, Nathan, confirm visual.”