Page 12 of Frenemies

“Sure.” Beast sang with an eye roll.

“Either way,” Jaz interrupted before I could do more than glare at him. “You need to face facts. Even you might not be able to bring him back.”

I looked Jaz dead in the eyes, and said, “Watch me,” before walking away to make sure Ava wasn’t flooding the entire house.

All those men out there complaining about their wives deserved a punch in the face. Yes, sometimes Sam got on my nerves. Don’t put your towel there. Pick up that. Where is your other shoe? Normal stuff. The thing that I really didn’t like was her imposed weekly date nights.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved spending time with my wife, but going to some chick flick or picnics in the park, weren’t my idea of fun. Mainly because she wouldn’t let me fuck her in any of those places. That was rule number one of date night. No hanky panky until we got home.

Now, I’d rip my left nut off to have one more of those nights. Fate was funny like that. It could take something mediocre, turn it into a thing of beauty, and then make you dread its very existence, especially since I found someone who I wouldn’t mind going on a date with.

Hell, I might even put on a tux for Naomi. Considering I wore jeans to my wedding, that was saying a lot. Too bad I couldn’t keep her.

“Fuck,” I grunted as the toe of a boot clipped off my chin.

This motherfucker was a squirrely bastard. I grabbed his calf and slammed the kicking leg down on the pool table while cranking the handle of my ratchet strap. His arms and other leg were already secured, but the son of a bitch wasn’t giving up. I suppose I wouldn’t either if some asshole was trying to tie me down.

I gritted my teeth at the Reaper patch proudly displayed on his jacket and gave the strap an extra crank just for good measure. The grimace on his face was an added bonus.

“There we go,” I said while tapping the side of his face. “That’s better.”

“Go fuck yourself, Chase,” he snarled back at me.

He knew who I was? Good, then nothing I was about to do should come as a surprise. Didn’t mean I was going to put up with his shit, though. My fist flew through the air, cracking off his smug fucking face.

Was I bothered by the crunching sound his nose made or the blood that gushed out afterward? Not in the slightest. After the shit I’d been through, there was only one thing that turned my stomach—the thought of going on a date.

Probably why I never took Naomi out on one. That and the fact that I kidnapped her ass. Though, I doubted that would’ve made a difference. It was just another excuse.

I’d only been on two dates since Sam died. One with some random chick and another with one of Riley’s teachers. And those were only because Riley had no problem voicing her concern about my social life.

I liked to think she got that from me. Now, I know she technically didn’t have any of my genes, but I did have a hand in raising that girl. She sure-as-hell didn’t get her attitude from her pansy-ass father, and Derek didn’t have the balls to say shit.

Whereas Riley had no issue speaking her mind. Even in situations where she probably shouldn’t. Fucking spineless waste of a father.

Ah well, I suppose she wouldn’t have to worry about it for much longer. Derek was saved from my wrath once before, but my niece was grown now. She didn’t need daddy anymore. There were two names on my list before his, so he had some time.

The first name on that list brought me here. To a seemingly normal neighborhood in small-town suburbia. A neighborhood where property values were about to drop drastically. No one wanted to live near a crime scene, which is exactly what I would turn this place into—had my victims ready and everything.

I looked at the chair victim number two was bound to—if the idiot kept struggling against the barbed wire, he’d bleed out before I got a chance to do shit. No big loss, I guess—I’d just add his body to the three dead Reapers in the next room.

Fuckers didn’t see me coming. Neither did the two sweet butts they were with—I’d mowed down two of them before the third had a chance to blink. That one actually managed to grab his gun, but that was it. I pumped a bullet between his eyes before he could pull the trigger.

The sweet butts I left screaming while I kicked down this door and found these two assholes staring at me like someone just stole their Christmas dinner. Who the fuck knew where the bitches were now?

It didn’t matter. Every club whore out there knew the number one rule—what happens in the clubhouse stays in the clubhouse. The only people they’d talk to were other Reapers, which was more than fine me. Let the fuckers come.

“You’re a fucking dead man, Mathers.”

I tipped my gaze down to the pool table dickwad’s scowling face. “Is that so?”

“The Prez is gonna rip you a new one.” A toothy grin spread across his face. “And then have fun with that little blonde girlfriend of yours.”

I barked out a laugh. “Good luck with that.”

Naomi Prescott wasn’t just a bitch. She was a hard-ass cunt. My niece had a knack for getting herself in trouble, but Naomi. . .she was the trouble. I felt sorry for the fucker that tried to have some ‘fun’ with her.

I sighed and looked down at him. “I don’t suppose you’ll make this easy and just tell me where that fuckhead Harris is?”

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