Page 51 of Reaper
Every fiber of my being wants to ignore his request, and I’m about to until I hear Odin’s voice in my head.
Do as he says, Reaper.
Ignoring Sonny’s orders is one thing. Ignoring Odin’s is another thing entirely.
You better be right about this.
I am.
Taking my finger off the trigger, I raise my free hand as I lower my gun to the floor. “There,” I say, straightening. “Talk.”
“Sit down,” he says, nodding at one of the chairs.
I don’t take my eyes off of him as I sit. He urges Kyra to sit in the chair behind her desk, forcing us to face each other, and still, he holds the gun to her head.
“We’re going to play a little game of twenty questions,” Sonny says. “I’ll ask the question, and Reaper, if I think you’re lying, she dies.”
“Don’t do this,” Kyra pleads.
“Shut up!” he snarls as he backhands her across the face.
I start to lunge at him, but he shifts his gun and fires. Kyra screams, but I thank Odin that Sonny doesn’t have the best aim. The bullet flies past my head and lodges into the wall behind me.
“Sit. Down.”
Again, I sit. “Fine. I’ll play your game.”
“Why do you think we came the first night and ransacked this place?”
“That’s your question?” I ask, not understanding.
“It is.”
I shrug. “My assumption is that it had something to do with her ex, Jason. But I honestly don’t know.”
“Huh. Well, your assumption was right.”
Kyra whips her head to the side and looks up at him. “Jason is behind this?” she snaps, her anger surging to the surface.
Good. Get mad, babe. Get mad and stay mad. Block out the pain I know you’re feeling in your leg.
“Correction,” Sonny begins. “He was. Sort of. Jason isn’t really the best person to have in your life, ya know?”
“No shit,” Kyra mutters.
“You said sort of,” I interject. “How was he sort of behind it?”
“Didn’t I tell you that I’d ask the questions?”
“You did.”
“Exactly. Fortunately, for her, I’m feeling generous so I’ll give you this one free pass. And to answeryourquestion, Jason owed money to some really bad people. When he didn’t pay up, the boss hired another bad person—the guy you killed that night—to get it one way or another. He hired us,” he says, nodding toward his buddy in the hall. “After doing our homework, we realized that the only way we were gonna get any money from Jason was this place. It wasn’t anything personal. It was a business transaction.”
“Wow,” Kyra breathes. “That’s… I don’t even know.”
“It is what it is, bitch. The world is an ugly place. Might as well get used to it.”
“Okay, fine, so that wasn’t personal. Back to our game.”
