Page 2 of Grim Justice

Mammoth slammed his fist down, giving the room a wide grin. “Sharpen those scythes, brothers.”

Rael tilted his head back and let his reaper howl. Actually, it was probably the berserker inside him. “I won’t show mercy. The berserker won’t allow it. Not with my Nylah and twins.”

“I would expect nothing less.”

“You’re the Grim,” he grunted. “The fucking Grim Reaper. We’ll have our revenge, pres.”

Yeah, we fucking would.

My gaze flicked around the room, taking in the framed leather vests that hung on the walls. A giant grim reaper, molded from steel, suspended on the farthest wall and loomed over us. In the middle of the table, a skull with a beard and crown had been etched into the surface, forever reminding us of ourallegiance to the Royal Bastards MC. The patch that brought us all together and formed a sacred brotherhood.

“I can help.”

I jolted, pushing back from the table as the men around me scattered. It wasn’t fear that spurred on that reaction. We weren’t afraid of what he could do because he fucked with us, but he didn’t hurt us. The Reapers wouldn’t allow it.

Of course, the asshole lounging in the center of the table in front of us could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and he often did. He just liked the element of surprise. The devil got off on that shit.

My gaze focused on him, watching as he sat there, right on our fucking emblem, and draped a hand over his knee.

Lucifer fucking Morningstar. I never trusted a word he spoke since the day I signed his contract in my blood. Lucifer always pushed his interests and agenda ahead of business. The only thing he liked more was his endless games.

I didn’t have the time for his bullshit.

“You’re interrupting church,” I growled.

“Yes.” He waved my words away like they were unimportant, and I felt my Reaper grow annoyed. “I came to offer my assistance.”

Mammoth gave me a slight head shake. Rael grinned. It wasn’t one of his teasing smiles. This was one of those dark grins that caused most people to cower in terror.

Sick. Twisted. Depraved. Downright sinful.

Lucifer lazily crooked a finger in Rael’s direction. “Come play with me if you dare.”

I didn’t give Rael a chance to get worked up. “Enough. Why are you here?”

“As I said, to offer assistance.” He swung his long legs over the table, slithering like a snake to the edge before hopping off.

I had to blink a few times to be sure I saw that right. His legs had become loose as spaghetti noodles and slightly wobbled, moving his body over the wooden surface with a tiny hiss.

As I stared, he stood, his body appearing normal—or as close as he would ever get to being human.

“Ah, yes. Down to business?” He glanced at Rael and winked. “Or not. Your choice.”

“Business,” I grunted, gesturing to a chair. “I assume you want us all present.”

“I do.”

No point in trying to end church until he vanished. He would leave when he was ready and not a fucking second before that.

“Why do we need your assistance?” I asked, taking my seat.

“I never said youneededit,” he pointed out, lifting a bottle of whiskey from the table. He tilted the bottle toward his mouth and sucked the liquid from the amber glass. A forked tongue slid between his lips to lick the edge clean.

Fuck. I couldn’t help the shiver that ghosted my spine.

A dark chuckle escaped as he sat back, snapping his fingers.

The bottle disappeared.

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