Page 33 of Reaper
“Howfuckinglongarewe going to follow this guy?” my brother whisper yells, as we make our way through the crowded streets of Oakland. “We need to take him now Logan before he crosses into Petrov territory.”
I rather be at home sinking inside Paris’s cunt but here I am dealing with the fallout of Nikita’s almost death. The Petrovs will not give up until they find her and me.
We made sure to lose the man following us, then circled behind him, and now we’re following him. Lev Belkin, one of the Petrovs soldiers, has been tailing us for blocks. Now he’s heading back into Petrov territory since he lost us. We do need to head him off before he reaches their territory or we lose the upper hand. Right now, he’s still in Sinner territory.
“There’s an alley right up there, we’ll get him there.”
Saint nods, then we speed up and right when Lev reaches the alley, I push my gun into his lower back. “Don’t turn around or I’ll put a bullet in your back and have you shitting into a bag for the rest of your miserable life.” I push the barrel of the gun harder into his back. “Now, move.”
“You won’t get away with this,” he says. “Do you know who I work for?”
I shove him into the blackness of the alley. The stench of weeks old garbage, piss, and possibly vomit is heavy in the air assaulting my nose.
Saint laughs. “Of course we do. Why the hell do you think you’re in the predicament, asshole?”
With a firm push, I send him sprawling, his body hitting the ground with a thud as he lands in a murky puddle of water, soaking him.
“You motherfucker!” he screams.
Since Nikita’s attack, the Petrovs have been keeping a close eye on me. They’ve sent their enforcer, and I killed him, which should have sent a strong message not to fuck with me. Of course, there will be consequences for killing Aleksi, but right now the issue is Nikita’s attack and not the death of Aleksi.
The guys Oleg have been sending are low level in the organization, so I think they’re trying to get me to lead them to Paris, not to kill me. They have yet to figure out I’ve been keeping her in my penthouse. I don’t know how long that’ll be the case. However, right now, I need as much information from the prick I can get so I can keep her safe for as long as I can.
Is it selfish to have her remain with me where she can possibly be attacked? Yes. But like I’ve told her, I’m not the good guy. I’m not the prince charming of her fairytale. She brings me solace, a peace I haven’t felt since Blake and I want to keep her for as long as I can.
These few weeks with her I’ve become more like my old self. No pissy moods, no need to go to the underground fights although that wouldn’t be possible with the threat on her life as well as the threat on mine. I haven’t even had the need to go to the gym to work out until I can barely walk to silence the demons as much. She’s done that with this routine we’ve found ourselvesin as we block the world out around us. Do I believe it will come to an end? Sure. Should I put an end to it sooner rather than later, and have her stay at the club house? Most definitely. And this motherfucker on the ground is a sign I’m playing loose with her life and mine.
“Why are you following me?”
He just stares at me, a little smirk playing on his lips that makes my blood boil.
Saint crosses his arms over his chest. “I suggest you answer his question because we don’t have all fucking day and he’s in a bad mood if you can’t tell.”
“Kill me, motherfucker. I don’t give a fuck.”
He tries to stand up, but Saint kicks him in the chest and he falls back to the ground.
“No need to beg,” I place the gun against his forehead. “It’s coming, but not before I get answers. Why are you following me, Lev?”
“How the hell do you know my name?” he asks, fear lacing his voice.
“I know everything about you, Lev. That your mother is in a nursing home clinging to life because you’re a fucking mama’s boy and you’re not ready to let her go.”
“Fuck you, motherfucker!”
“Fuck me?” I smirk because I know it will irritate Lev even more. “Fuck me like your wife is fucking, Emil.”
“Who the fuck is Emil?” Saint asks, looking at me with his brow drawn together.
“Lev’s brother.” I shrug, looking at Saint before my eyes slide back to Lev. “Emil’s been fucking Lev’s wife since they’ve been married. I’m sure the last kid they had isn’t even Lev’s. He’s got Emil’s piercing blue eyes. Isn’t that right, Lev?”
Lev tries to get up, but I press the gun harder against his forehead. “Aht. Aht. Aht. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Your brother is fucking your wife?” Saint asks Lev from beside me. “That’s fucked up, man. And you know about it, and hadn’t killed that motherfucker yet?”
“It really is fucked up, Lev. You should take care of it.” I grin at Lev just to rub it in some more and to get under his skin. “Seems like that bitch nor Emil give a fuck about you.”
“How the hell do you know all that?” Saint asks, but I just shrug again.
