Page 89 of Sypher

Oh, there were plenty of ways around this problem, but I would not give him the satisfaction of telling him that. I wanted the fucker to suffer first. Given the emotional turmoil he caused Remi, it seemed only right. Yeah, a bitter taste lingered, a resentment that refused to fade for what he had done.

“Reaper?” he growled, and when I didn’t respond, the fucker yelled, “Reaper!”

I had barely begun to formulate a response when a muffled conversation reached my ears, causing me to listen intently while shaking my head in disbelief, fully aware that fucknuts would never learn from his mistakes.

“What the fuck, Mercy?”

“You do not want to talk to him right now.”

“The hell I don’t. I’m trying to stop a fucking war.”

“Nothing you say will change his mind, brother. Trust me. Just hang up the phone. Fury is out. He dropped his cut. Threw his marker too. We can’t touch him. Vicious is gone. Took his kids and left.”

“Delany?”

“Gone,” I clearly heard Payne state. “Drove over this morning. All I found was that note nailed to the front door.”

And that’s when I couldn’t contain it anymore.

I fucking laughed. Fucker’s house had crumbled like a stack of dominos, collapsing in a matter of seconds.

“Tell me you muted that call.”

“See ya soon, fucknuts.” A low, guttural chuckle rumbled in my chest as I disconnected the call, the silence confirming my suspicions of his unwillingness to listen. If he was serious about his plan, he needed to find a way to get rid of Mercy and Payne, no matter the cost. I was not going to waste time waiting for him to act, so I took the initiative to move forward. In the event that he was indeed serious, I was willing to compromise and meet him halfway.

Yeah, I knew it was more than he did for me, but fuck it.

I was bored sitting around doing nothing, anyway.

“PLAYER!”

“Yeah.” My brother wandered in without a fucking care in the world, eating a damn sandwich.

“Any word from Sypher or Phantom?”

“Nope,” he said before taking a bite.

“Where is Bullseye?”

Player shrugged, chewing his food slowly.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the annoying fucker. Ever since Massacre left, Player had been a pain in my ass. I didn’t know what fucking butt nugget had crawled up his ass and fermented, but if he didn’t get his shit together fast, I was going to shove my blade where the sun didn’t shine.

“Swallow. Now.”

Sighing, he slowly swallowed the food in his mouth. “What?”

“What do you know?”

“About as much as you.”

“What about Matrix?”

“Don’t know. Gonna have to ask him.”

Groaning, I balled my fist tight, then roared, “MATRIX!”

Sauntering in moments later with a sandwich in his hands, Matrix grumbled, “You know yelling isn’t good for your blood pressure.”

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