Page 17 of Reaper
“You believe that?”
A beautiful smile, crinkles the corners of his eyes, crosses his face, and my heart skips a beat. “Who the hell knows?” He shrugs. “But we can hope it does, can’t we?”
A choked, teary chuckle escapes me as I nod.
“Get some rest. I’m right down the hall if you need me. You’re safe here.”
He turns to leave, but I grab his arms, stopping him. His body stiffens at my touch as he looks over his shoulder.
“Thank you.”
I let my hand drop to my side when he gives a curt nod. Then the sound of the door clicking shut echoes behind him.
I blow out a deep breath, turn on my side, gripping one of his pillows in my embrace. I breathe in his scent, replacing Nikita’s with something sweeter, then close my eyes, hoping tomorrow brings a better day.
Reaper
“Whatthehellwereyou thinking!”
I’m sitting in my brother’s office at the clubhouse. At first, I had no other choice but to keep what happened with Paris a secret. I had to decide how to handle the situation without getting Sin City involved. However, now that Gavin’s ran his fucking mouth, and after a week of keeping things quiet, I don’t have the time to figure things out on my own.
For the past week, I’ve been trying to settle this situation without involving the Sinners, but nothing is panning out. They’re still looking for Paris and I still have no way to solve the situation other than to go to war with the Bratva, which I don’t want to do. The Pakhan is not going to stop looking for her. She almost killed his son, and I’m involved because the Russian’s believe I helped her do it.
Fucking idiots.
The club is involved because I’m involved. It took a while to admit it to myself but it’s the truth. I thought I could keep what I did outside the club private, but I was wrong.
“I fight and I go home, Dylan.”
“That means nothing, Logan.” He tosses his hands in the air in frustration. “You’re in the enemy’s territory with none of us around. Do you not understand that?”
“Everywhere we go is dangerous because we’re fucking Sinners, Dylan. You know it, and so do I. It doesn’t matter if I’m in the enemy’s territory or not.”
He stares at me, and I lean back in the chair. He knows I’m right. It doesn’t matter if I’m fighting in Bratva territory or going to the damn grocery store. We will always be targets for our enemies.
Always.
Fighting is something I need to do to heal my soul. It’s been a slow go of things, but I think I’m finally getting somewhere. Not only does fighting help, but I think helping Paris deal with her shit, is helping too. I’ve been so focused on the problem, I haven’t been overexerting myself in the ring, and I don’t have the need to kill anyone other than who’s trying to hurt Paris. So, I’m making progress.
After her nightmare, things feel different between us. I’m more in tuned with her than I probably should be. I’m not sure how to feel about the changes she’s causing in me, but I can admit it has to do with her because fighting isn’t getting me to the place I want to be. And I didn’t realize it until this shit happened.
“Did you kill, Aleksi?”
Word of the Bratva’s top enforcer’s disappearance spread through the underworld like wildfire, causing whispers among its organizations.
I sigh. There’s no need to keep it a secret anymore. “I did because he came after me.”
I can see the displeasure on his face which is only going to get worse the longer this conversation goes on.
“He was following me. So, I took care of him.”
I don’t drop Lila’s or Snake’s name because I should have taken care of the situation by myself. King will blow up even more because I involved her and a brother without getting the okay from him first. But I’m not worried. If Snake says anything I can’t blame him. He’s following the rules. However, the whores know not to say anything about club business. And if she can’t keep her mouth closed, then I’ll close it for her.
“Because of the fighting?”
“Probably.” I shrug. “You know how Nikita hates to lose, especially to us. So, I believed he sent him after me.”
“And what about Nikita?”
