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How the fuck did this guy elude our Reapers?

Chapter 10 Grim

“Idon’t get how this fucker got to your bike without any of us seeing him,” Mammoth snarled the following morning in church.

“We were watching, pres,” Rael promised.

“I know. That’s what fucking worries me.”

“But the area was fucking crowded. He managed to blend in. No other explanation, pres.”

I nodded to Shadow. “Maybe.”

“Or he knew we would recognize him, so he used a decoy,” Wraith guessed.

“Fuck,” I spat, shoving away from the table as I began to pace. “I bet you’re right. There weren’t any recognizable scents or auras. No one stood out. Whoever this asshole is, he knows what he’s doing.”

“Which means he won’t stop, pres,” Mammoth concluded.

“No. He won’t.” I punched at the nearest wall, unable to control my temper. “He’s not just after Trish. He stabbed a knife through a photo of my family. Creed is a target, too.”

Rage flashed through my body like molten fire. This motherfucker had no idea that he just fucked with the Grim Reaper. Death was my fucking playground.

“What are you thinkin’, pres?” Bodie asked, cracking his neck. “Want to send us on a hunting spree?”

“No. He’s going to come to us. I can sense it. Trish and Creed are on lockdown. They remain at The Crossroads until this threat is eliminated.”

Heads nodded as my brothers agreed.

Xenon opened the door to the chapel and walked in. “Got news for you, pres.”

“Tell me.”

“I looked into all those cameras, and the feeds from last night caught a teenager with spiky black hair and saggy jeans stabbing the knife through the seat. He took off after he did it. Looked nervous the whole time, like he was scared he’d get caught.”

“You track him down?”

“I didn’t have to,” he sighed.

“Why?” I wasn’t going to like his answer. I could feel it.

“He’s one of Zane’s best friends.”

Wraith shot to his feet. “The fuck? Xenon, if you’re fucking around, I swear to fuck, I’ll kick your ass.”

He snorted. “I’m not Rael.”

Rael lifted a middle finger in his direction.

“Here. See for yourself.” Xenon flipped around the laptop he brought with him. “See? Here’s the feed from last night.” He hit a couple of keys. “And here’s Zane last week with Sid.”

The same fucking kid. Sid Connor.

I met him once. What the fuck was this about?

“Wraith, get Zane in here now.”

“You got it, pres.” He marched to the door of the chapel and hollered for his son. Zane and Wraith were close. I could see the torment in his expression. He didn’t like this any more than I did.

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