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He stared at me with awe. “Finally. You came.”
Why wasn’t he afraid?
“You touched my woman.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You stole my child.”
He eagerly nodded, not fighting my hold. “Make me like you.”
Is that what this was about? This motherfucker thought I would spare his life, his fucking soul, and make him a Reaper.
How fucking ridiculous.
“No.”
He begged me.
“You will die, and when every soul in this room has been sent to Lucifer, your business in flesh and all your connections will fail. I’ll pursue every lead until none of them live. This. Ends. NOW!”
His eyes grew round and nearly popped out of his head as I began to squeeze, choking the life from his body. I wanted to pop him like a tick and let every tainted bit ooze from his evil soul.
I could have asked Ex or Han to torment him, but I was done. The Berserker had no patience left. He slowly began to tug on Gorbachev’s soul and took pleasure in the screams that followed. When his essence hung outside of his body and he stared down at me, I grinned.
He trembled, and I knew he felt fear with his last breaths.
Around me, my fellow Reapers took their souls, awaiting hell to open up and swallow them whole.
But... nothing happened.
As we slid our scythes through the souls and finished the reaping, they hung in the air.
Grim roared at Lucifer.
Then something began to change. I felt heat ignite inside me, and then it started to grow, building into an inferno that I couldn’t control. When it nearly consumed me, I opened my mouth and flames shot through my lips. They ignited the souls with hellfire and burned them without mercy. The souls became ash that slowly faded until nothing remained.
Only the stench lingered in the air.
Lucifer’s laughter echoed inside the empty club. We all knew what that meant. The bastard had just fucked with us again.
But I couldn’t be angry. Not when I finally got revenge.
The trafficking ring was eliminated. We vanquished our enemy and reaped their fucking souls. Gorbachev was dead.
And with him, the last threat against us.
Chapter 13 Chrome
“You can’t do that!”
Several nurses yelled at me to stop, but I wouldn’t listen. I lifted Cameron and held her against my chest, refusing to believe she was gone. Lucifer wouldn’t fucking do that to me. He wouldn’t fucking take my wife from me.
I signed his contract. I fucking reaped souls.
I did every motherfucking thing he asked.
They kept shouting for me to stop, but this was a free country, and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with my wife. I carried her out of the hospital and noticed my club brothers behind me. They had my back.
