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I refused to answer and threw my phone across the room. It skidded over the rug in front of Grim’s dresser. For the next hour, it rang every five minutes. No voice mail.

I couldn’t figure out how someone had Moby’s phone. Grim destroyed it when he reaped Moby’s soul. After Moby kidnapped me, he went after Grim. It didn’t end well for my stepbrother.

Did someone new have his number? Did it go to a random person who thought I was someone else? Probably. This was just a case of mistaken identity. Creepy, but it had nothing to do with me.

I slid from the bed, powered off my phone, plugged it in to charge, and climbed back into bed. Tomorrow was a new day, and I closed my eyes, slipping into a peaceful rest.

Chapter 5 Grim

If you had told me twenty years ago that I would end up the Grim Reaper, I would have laughed. And if you said I would stand face to face with Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself, I’d have thought you were crazy. Life had taken drastic turns from where I began, twisting and looping in a long, dangerous, heartbreaking road before it finally smoothed out.

I wouldn’t change a thing, though—not my club, my woman, my son, or the broken path that led me to this moment.

“All up in your feelings, huh, pres?” Rael asked, taking a seat on the empty stool on my left.

Mammoth sat down on my right. “Sure, he is. We finally reaped Razr’s soul, and now he’s fucking bored.”

I snorted. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Rael slapped me on the back. “I’m sure I can find trouble for us to get into.”

“Don’t fucking think about it,” I warned.

He shrugged and lifted his hands. “Fine. A drink, then?”

I already had a beer in front of me, but whiskey sounded damn good. “Yeah.”

Mammoth gestured to the club girl behind the bar, a buxom blonde. Becca had been with us for years. She served the club members well, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before she took off. Some already had. With members snatching up ol’ ladies and starting families, the pool of single men had dried up. In truth, I didn’t want all the free pussy and bare ass around the club much anymore. Parties? Sure. But beyond that? No.

I needed to speak to Snooki and see what she thought.

“My Reaper feels sad,” Rael announced as I tossed back the shot Becca pushed my way.

Mammoth smirked. “You’ll just have to spend more time with Nylah and your boys.”

“Yeah, but reaping souls is fucking fun.”

“You act like there aren’t plenty of fucked up people in the world for us to send to Lucifer.”

“I suppose there is. Didn’t think of it like that,” Rael mused.

“Or think at all,” Mammoth teased.

“I just like death, murder, mayhem. Sue me.”

My Reaper loved all those things, too. He just loved Trish more. But that call to wield a scythe always lingered.

There was something peaceful and satisfying about death. A tranquility that couldn’t be obtained until the soul’s release from the body. Morbid but true. The finality of the whole experience was downright addicting when you held all the power.

My brothers and I reaped souls because it was our duty, but our Reapers enjoyed separating the dark, curling tendrils of corruption that tried to hide from us.

Almost every soul we encountered tried to fight it in the end. Silly. You couldn’t fight off a Reaper. A sinister shadow hovered over those who chose to harm others, specifically rapists, pedophiles, and murderers. Lucifer wanted those souls the most. He thrived on the essence of the wicked.

“All of us do, Rael,” I reminded him.

Mammoth poured us all another shot. “But I feel my Reaper wanting to settle. He loves Rowen and Jakey. I think he wants to enjoy peace for a bit.”

Rowen’s son Jacob had special gifts, including the ability to see into the future through his artistic drawings. At only six, he showed potential to become a badass Reaper one day.

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