Page 47 of Reaper
No witness.
No crime.
Bitches can be your number one enemy if they believe you slighted them in any kind of way. A woman scorned and all that shit. And Lila seeing Paris in my room at the clubhouse gave herall the reasons she needed to snitch to the cops on me. But not even the police can protect her from me.
I close the door behind me after Saint and King enter. Lila’s eyes shoot in my direction after she warily eyes King and Saint. When her eyes land on me, this bitch has the nerve to look relieved to see me. Only King, Saint, and I are here today. While I trust my Sinner brothers, I trust my blood more.
With the help of our insiders at the police station, they moved Lila from the safe house, then brought to this location we used sometimes to interrogate Sinner enemies. It’s an abandoned warehouse located at the Port of Oakland along the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay. Nobody will hear her scream or beg for her life.
A surge of anger courses through me as my eyes narrow, fists clench at my sides, as she runs toward me. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I seethe, my voice tight with barely contained rage.
Right now, red blurs my sight, like a crimson fog. All I can think about is the amount of time I’ve had to spend away from Paris because of this bitch. The amount of time wasted allowing Nikita to remain on this earth. All I want is for her to be gone.
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t put her hands on me.
“I didn’t do anything, Reaper!” Tears stream down her face. “You can’t keep me in here!”
But no matter how many tears she sheds, or how loud she screams, tonight ends in her death. Her fate was sealed when she opened her fucking mouth about club business. About my business. You don’t fuck with me and get away with it.
I cross my arms over my chest. “And you expect me to believe that you didn’t do anything, but the brothers found you at a police safe house?”
She frantically shakes her head. “Baby, you have to believe me.” She reaches to touch me again but thinks twice before herhands land anywhere on me when I glare at her. “I wasn’t there because of you. You have to believe me.”
Both King and Saint chuckle at the lie. She’s a dumb bitch if she believes I don’t already have all the answers I need. I’m only here because I want to be the one to kill her.
“The Sinners gave you a fucking roof over your head. Allowed you into our world and this is how you repay us!”
All the women who are at our clubhouse are there because they choose to be. Some we gave protection to after bad situations. Others just want to live the biker lifestyle. We don’t judge. Lila is one of those women who wants to live the biker lifestyle. She’s an adrenaline junkie. It’s why I fucked her more than any of the other girls. But the rules for all of them are the same. They are always welcome to leave as long as what happens in our world stays in our world. She knows the rules, and she knows the consequences for breaking those rules.
“This is about her, isn’t it!” she screams, pointing at me. “She can’t give you what I can! We are the same, Reaper. You have to understand.”
“What I understand is you ran your mouth about shit you shouldn’t have.”
“I’m your old lady and you just threw me to the side for that bitch!” she screams because of course what she’s done is about Paris, not about loyalty.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind if you think I will ever give you the damn honor of being mine.”
I don’t have a fucking old lady. And if I did, it wouldn’t be this stupid cunt.
“It’s time to get on with it,” King calls out from where he’s leaning against the wall like he’s bored. “I’ve got plans with the old lady.”
“Please, baby. I didn’t do anything.”
I took a step closer to her, slowly easing my knife out of the sheath inside my waistband. She’s so focused on my expression I’ve purposely erased the malice from, she doesn’t notice my movements.
“I believe you.”
The lie flows effortlessly from my lips, and she falls for it hook, line, and sinker. Even though her tears don’t stop, I watch as a wave of relief washes over her, relaxing every tense muscle in her body and face.
When she reaches for me, I make my move and push the knife through the soft skin under her neck. Her eyes widen as her hands dig into my shoulders and blood pours from her mouth, staining her pale skin. I can’t stop the smirk from lifting the corners of my mouth.
“This is for betraying the Sinners and this is for betraying me.”
I plunge the knife all the way in, then swiftly pull it out of her skin before pushing her away from me. Before she even hits the floor, life is gone from her eyes.
Saint pulls out his phone, “I’ll call Snake to get rid of the body.”
“And make sure the cameras are wiped, so they can’t tie us to her disappearance,” King says, and Saint nods, as he’s walking out the door.
