Page 6 of Grim Justice

I’d come close to taking out Razr on multiple occasions and lost a couple of good brothers along the way. Several cuts were framed and hung in the chapel. Keys, Lockjaw, and Vector all had a place of reverence on the wall. Each man was a casualty in the war with the Scorpions. Raptor’s cut was up there, too. He didn’t die because of Scar or his sons, but another rival had taken him out when I was young. Another casualty in the endless war we seemed to wage since the club’s conception in Nevada—at least, our chapter.

We’d paved the way with blood, and it never fucking ended.

Those framed cuts were a reminder nothing was permanent. Even with our Reapers, we weren’t invincible.

My old man Raptor died when I was only twelve. He’d been a big part of the Royal Bastards and the SAA. I swore that once I was old enough, I would join the club my father loved and died for. I’d carry on his legacy.

There wasn’t any other choice for me. It was my destiny to wear the skull and crown of the club, proudly giving my loyalty to the brotherhood. I’d die for that patch.

And I didn’t hesitate to get the retribution we needed.

We never had a reason to use those smoke bombs or fireworks. Wraith didn’t have to enter the compound. Shit went down fast once we approached the gate.

I didn’t waste time. “Razr.”

His gaze narrowed. “What the fuck do you want?”

That was an odd reaction. “Your surrender.”

He scoffed. “Get the fuck away before I rain down bullets on your idiotic skull.”

My Reaper chuckled. I let him out to play.

“Wrong choice.”

Razr’s eyes widened. “What the fuck are you?”

“Judgment.”

He took a few steps back, hollering for help.

Pathetic.

I hovered off the ground, gripping my scythe. Around me, I felt the presence of my brethren. We formed a circle of death that stretched around the outer gate. No one would escape.

For so long, I dreamed about dragging out Razr’s suffering. I wanted him to feel pain for days, or even weeks, before he died, and his soul was sent to Lucifer.

Now, I just wanted it over.

Bloody Scorpions MC members rushed from their clubhouse with guns, thinking they could harm us.

Dark laughter echoed around me.

“It’s time to harvest.”

We left no one alive. Screams filtered into the hot night air, rising into a cloudless dark sky. Stars populated in a giant sea of onyx, twinkling above.

When I separated Razr’s soul from his body, I held him in the air, watching him tremble with fear. “You will die. Payment for your sins.”

“Please,” he begged. “You have the wrong—”

I cut him off, ripping into his oily, inky soul. So foul. As evil as I knew it would be. Lucifer would enjoy him for all eternity.

His cries fell on deaf ears. With a sharp cut, I slashed through the last of his essence, grinning when I saw it sucked into the earth, sinking into the pits of hell that opened to welcome him.

There was a part of me that thought this was too fucking easy. He’d gone down way too fucking fast with hardly any resistance. Almost like he didn’t know who we were or why the fuck we hunted him down. Fucking ridiculous.

I didn’t care what his thought process had been. He couldn’t be allowed to live after all he’d done. We got our retribution and vindicated the men we lost. It was a good fucking day.

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