Page 34 of Reaper
I don’t reveal my source is none other than Lila. She’s been able to infiltrate some of the Petrov’s circles and get me the information I need because their men are weak when it comes to a beautiful woman with a willing cunt. I know the Petrov’s sent Aleksi after me as well as these other motherfuckers. Why not use whatever I can to keep Paris alive?
“What happens if I tell you what you want to know?”
“I’ll let you go home to that whore you call a wife and those kids that may also be your nephews.”
He scowls, pressing his lips into a thin line. While that will be good for him, that will be terrible for Paris. He’ll go back and report everything to Oleg. I can’t have that.
“We’ve been following you, so you’ll lead us to her. Which you’ve done.”
Fuck! My little bubble of peace can only last so long.
“Thanks for the info, Lev.” I pull the trigger without a second thought.
“Shit! I didn’t think you were going to kill him here.”
“What the fuck did you think I pulled the gun for, little brother?”
“Fuck! I’ll call Snake to get the body,” Saint says as we drag Lev’s body deeper into the alley and cover it with crates. “Hopefully, he can get him and drop him in some acid before the cops show up.”
“Do that on the way.”
He pulls out his phone as we race toward my penthouse. I fucked up and Paris is going to pay for it with her life.
Something feels off. A sudden chill runs down my spine and the air grows heavy as we exit the elevator on the floor of my condo. I think we might be too late. My condo is the only one on this floor so no one should be up here unless they’re coming to see me. Besides the cleaning lady’s weekly visits, no one comes to see me including my brothers.
There isn’t anything noticeable to the naked eye when we arrive. Yet, I can’t quite put my finger on it. The atmosphere just seems off. When I have these feelings nine times out of ten, it’s accurate.
“You think they’ve already hit the place?” Saint asks, picking up on my change in mood.
He tagged along with me today to meet Paris and help me come up with some type of plan to keep her safe. That’s when we noticed Lev following us.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate both my brothers’ concern, I know he and King want what’s best for me and right now, they don’t know what to do to make that happen. However, I just want to deal with shit alone. It’s been that way since Blake’s death. I love my solitude and solving shit by myself because after her, it felt like it was me against the world. But I can’t tell him to fuck off. King gave him an order to come with me since the Sinners are involved now, and he’s not going to go against it.
I shrug, as I ease my gun from the waistband of my jeans then make sure there’s a bullet in the chamber. “Not sure. But something’s off.”
Saint nods, pulling his gun too. When we reach the front door, we find it slightly ajar, confirming my suspicions. It’s the first time in a long time, I’m absolutely terrified about what I might find.
It’s a feeling I often had with Blake. I didn’t know one day to the next if I’d wake up and find her dead next to me, or even when I arrived home. I never knew what to expect. This is the same type of fear coursing through me now.
Fuck!
I bring my finger to my lips, making sure Saint keeps quiet. They may still be inside.
Releasing a deep breath, I slowly push the door open, bracing myself for whatever is on the other side. It may be armed men, or Paris’s dead body—another woman I vowed to protect gone too soon. Either way I need to get ready for the unknown.
Raising my gun, I move through my empty living room, dodging the broken glass, and overturned furniture with Saint closely following behind me. I face the kitchen, with my gun raised, but it’s empty as well.
Saint motions down the hallway, and I nod. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the rush of my feet down the hallway toward the spare bedrooms and my master suite.
When I reach the bedroom door of where Paris has been staying when she’s not in my bed, it lays in splinters on the floor, the hinges ripped from the frame. There’s no blood that I can see, which is a good sign she’s not injured and hopefully not dead. Her room is destroyed but there’s no sign of her.
“Fuck!” I mutter as I search her bathroom to make sure she’s not hiding in there either.
I slowly walk out, meeting Saint in the hallway as he exits the final spare bedroom which is also empty before moving to my bedroom.
The door lay in pieces, proof they forced their way in. My room is completely destroyed. A chaotic mess of broken furniture, broken glass, and scattered belongings. My drawers have been pulled out and all the clothes thrown on the floor. Along with my mattress and sheets, my pillows have been ripped to pieces, white down feathers are strewn across my bed and floor. But despite all the damage, no blood again, which is a relief.
Saint checks the bathroom while I make my way inside my walk-in closet. It’s not the typical closet. It’s comparable to my spare bedroom—roughly the same square footage—allowing for comfortable movement while being able to store all my clothes. The amount of clothes I have is something my brothers always give me hell about. It’s one of the reasons I decided to buy this condo.
