Page 43 of A Reaper's Devotion
He’d been hit in the shoulder.“Fuck me, that hurts,” he said.
“Come on.”
They ran toward the back, but then heard him starting to walk, and turned left, going toward the kitchen.Ray collapsed back against the shelves, and she reached for a towel, attempting to press on his wound.The moment she did so, he winced.
“Fuck.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“We need to call Cyrus, and Daniel, and the Reapers.I don’t know why the fuck he’s shooting at us, and to be honest, right now I don’t give a fuck.That son of a bitch needs to die.”
Willow couldn’t agree more.Ray’s wound looked bad.
“Where’s a phone?”
She patted her body and tried to think.Her hands were shaking.They were also covered in blood.Ray’s blood.
“Mine is out in the hall.”
“Okay.”Ray panted.“I’ll distract him.You grab your cell phone and call Cyrus and Daniel.”
“I don’t think we should split up.You’re hurt.”She tried to cover his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it.I’ve fucked up in the past and I’m not going to do so now.”Ray gritted his teeth.“Call my brother.Get your ass to safety.You hear me?”
Willow nodded, but she still didn’t think this was a good idea.This was a bad idea.A very bad idea.
Ray got to his feet but he grunted.
“On the count of three ...one ...two ...three.”
They both moved in separate directions.Willow going out into the hallway, locating her phone.Her hand shook so badly that at first she couldn’t think.She couldn’t even get into her cell phone.When she finally did, she pulled up Cyrus’s number and it started to ring.
She cursed as it went to voicemail.Hanging up, she called again.
In the distance, she heard the sound of another gunshot and she froze.There was silence.
What had happened to Ray?
Fear ran down her spine.She tried to think.Only, thought had left as the guy with a gun suddenly appeared in front of her.The moment she looked at him, up close and personal, she recognized him.That day, several months back, the guy who had taken the girl.The girl had been signaling for help and doing it discreetly.
This man looked different.Gone was the clean-shaven face, and his eyes had a murderous intent as he looked at her.She didn’t know what to do.She didn’t know what to think.
But her cell phone went to voicemail again.Cyrus wasn’t picking up his phone.
On instinct, she lifted her hands up in the air, dropping her cell phone as she held them out, showing she was no threat.
“Please,” she said, hating that she was having to beg this man.
“You.You couldn’t leave your fucking fat nose out of my business.You had to act like a little fucking savior.The moment they took me in, I knew I was getting out.I was coming after you, and you’re going to die.”
Willow looked at him, and she knew if no one came to save her, she was going to wish for death long before he granted it.
“My ...boyfriend.He’s coming,” Willow said.“You don’t have to do this.”
“I know I don’t have to.There are a lot of things over the years that I didn’t have to do, but guess what?I did them because they were fucking fun.Now, what should I shoot at first?Your legs?Your arms?”
Willow gasped as he wasn’t able to get out another sentence.
