“The Harbor on 5th.”
March 15, 2024
Reaper
“Come on, brother, just a few more steps.”
“No.”
It had been a long and arduous trip.
It started when the stubborn fucker flat out refused to get on the damn plane. Short of shooting him myself, I knew the bastard wouldn’t budge.
So, I rented a car.
Well, that lasted a whole twenty-four hours, before he started screaming about suffocating. I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and the son of a bitch jumped out and started running.
By the time I caught up to him and tackled his ass to the ground, the fucker had no more fight left in him.
I should have known that was only because he exhausted all his energy running, because come morning, the fucker was at it again.
By day three, I learned what he needed to stay calm.
The freedom of the open road and the stars above him at night because the bastard slept like a fucking baby in whatever field he could find.
Me, not so much.
I fucking hurt everywhere, and if I didn’t get to sleep in a damn bed soon, I would happily make Sunny a widow.
What should have taken only half a day took seven motherfucking days.
I was done.
This fucker wasn’t my problem anymore.
All I had to do was hand him off to Sunny and I was free.
That’s if I could get the fucker to move.
“Come on, Solomon. I’m tired and you stink. The sooner I can get you inside, the faster you can see Sunny.”
“No.”
“What the fuck do you mean no?” I groaned. “I thought you wanted your Sunshine?”
“No.”
Growling, I shook my head. “Fine. If you won’t go to her, I will bring her to you. Don’t fucking move. I fucking mean it.”
The big guy growled.
Ignoring him, I trudged up the back steps and quietly entered my house. God, it felt like years since I’d been here.
Honestly, I never thought I’d ever see the place again.
Bone fucking tired, I made it upstairs and quietly snuck into her room, walking over to her bed. Not wanting to wake the whole damn compound, I placed my hand over her mouth, startling her awake.
“Sunny. It’s me.”