Page 37 of Grim Justice

“And I’ll enjoy it.”

“You close?”

“Yes, Rael is driving. You’re on speaker.”

“I should fucking take your patch, Rael.”

Rael swallowed. “I’m fucking sorry, pres. Won’t ever happen again. Doesn’t matter how much she begs for lube.”

“Jesus. Fucking Christ,” Grim growled.

“You want me to lie?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then I’m not.”

“How far away are you?”

“Three minutes out. Comin’ in hot.”

“Fine.”

“And pres?”

“Fuck. What?”

“We got a big fucking problem.”

“Yeah, I know. Razr is alive.”

“That’s not all. We killed his twin brother,” Rael revealed.

“Motherfucker.”

Chapter 12 Grim

Everything was fucked.

Razr was fucking alive. Rael let Trish leave The Crossroads. Creed was sick. And I had a club pissed off we reaped the wrong fucking soul.

I had to get out of The Crossroads and ride into the desert. The stress of the last week had built up in my shoulders and neck. I was antsy as fuck. And my Reaper? He fought for control, staying leashed only because I had the will to keep him contained.

For now.

I turned the key and started my bike, dropping my ass onto the seat.

“Going somewhere?”

Mammoth. “To Lucifer.”

“Good idea. I’ll come with you.”

He wasn’t asking. I didn’t want to argue about it.

“Let’s ride.”

With a crisp nod, he rode out behind me, following my lead. We rode for several miles until I recognized the bend in the road that led out to where we took the Devil’s Ride. It was our club’s initiation. How we separated the strong from the weak.

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