Page 15 of Grim Justice

“Mine too,” I admitted. “I think most of us have reached that point.”

Rael seemed disgruntled. “I don’t know. I can fuck Nylah, raise my boys, and still have plenty of time for unleashing carnage and my Reaper.”

Yeah, that didn’t surprise me.

“It’s the berserker inside you. He’s fucking nuts.”

“Or you’re just looney toons,” Mammoth snickered.

Rael grinned. “Maybe all of the above. Crazy. The Berserker. Bored. Restless.”

Mammoth gripped his shoulder and squeezed. “It’ll be okay, brother.”

“I know.”

“We’re in the business of harvesting souls, and there’s no shortage,” I reminded him.

Souls were our currency. A bargain struck with the devil and signed in our blood. I was the first, but new Reapers in the Tonopah chapter had increased our membership, pushing close to twenty. And we needed new prospects. I planned to ask Zane if he had friends who loved to ride. Wraith’s son was a ballbuster like his old man. Handy to have around.

Zane would patch in soon and learn the secrets we kept—a burden we didn’t trust to just anyone. You had to have grit, loyalty, and tenacity. Qualities not all men possessed. I could always pick the ones that did as soon as I met them.

Courtesy of Lucifer’s gift, of course. He ensured I knew which souls had Royal Bastard potential and which ones needed to go to ground. Evil couldn’t hide, and neither could the light. You couldn’t have one without the other—nature’s balance.

One thing Lucifer had zero control over. That must piss him off.

My chuckle drew Rael and Mammoth’s attention.

“What’s so funny?” Rael asked.

I told them what I’d been thinking about, how Lucifer didn’t have the ability to control everything.

Mammoth shook his head. “I bet he would debate that.”

Yeah, he would.

“I’ve spent so long planning vengeance and hating Razr that I’m almost disappointed it’s over.”

My V.P. nodded. “I hear you.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’. It’s why my Reaper is still antsy.”

I turned to Rael with a frown. “It’s weird to still feel this way. I didn’t expect it.”

“We’re sure he’s dead, right?”

“Yeah, Mammoth, he’s dead. We reaped his fucking soul. All of us. You don’t survive that shit.”

“I know.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Why do I still feel off? Like shit ain’t sorted?”

“If all three of us are getting the same vibe, something is wrong. Maybe we didn’t get all those Scorpions. You’d think they would run scared after we took out their pres and most of their chapter in Nevada.”

“But the fuckers are like cockroaches, impossible to exterminate.”

“I think we need to take a ride,” I announced, “and find out if any of those vermin are hiding and plotting against us.”

We headed toward our bikes, riding out as my V.P. and S.A.A. flanked me.

TRISH WAS ALREADY ASLEEPwhen I entered our room. The dim light silhouetted her body, and I couldn’t wait to feel her warmth and soft curves.

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