Page 23 of Reaping Havoc
“I know you will, you stupid fuck. Start talking. Now.”
It didn’t take long to make the connection to the Russians or the one we expected. The trafficker who had a vendetta against me and Chrome because we fucked up his plans.
Gorbachev.
“I want to know where to find him. How do I contact him? Where is he?” I fired off my questions so fast it wasn’t possible for Doyle to answer them all, but he tried. His garbled words and haste only annoyed me. “Slow the fuck down. I want everything you can tell me about the Russian.”
“He’s in Nevada this weekend. A new shipment is arriving.”
“Go on,” I urged.
“He’s planning on going to Vegas. There’s a new club he’s funding, but it’s a cover for finding girls.”
Disgusting.
“You hearing this, Pres?”
“Yeah,” he growled.
“We need to be there.”
“We’ll discuss this in church.”
I nodded. He wasn’t going to say more until all the members were inside to hear it. Fine by me. I had a soul to fucking reap.
Doyle spilled his guts. Figuratively, not physical. It would have been fun to watch, but I had other plans, which included getting home to Nylah and filling my brother in on this shit.
Grim turned to Doyle. “Why did you come to his home and intimidate his woman?”
“They have my daughter,” he blubbered. “She’s eight.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
My chest ached at the thought of grown men abusing a little girl. My Reaper roared in my head, and I couldn’t stop him from surfacing as I shoved my face a few inches from his. “You better be telling the fucking truth.”
“I am. I swear it,” he cried, shaking as he stared at the visage of the Reaper. “I’m just trying to get her out of there.”
“What’s her name?”
“Rylee.” Snot dripped from his nose as he sniffled. “Rylee Turner.”
Hannibal shoved me to the side. “Tell me who her mother is.”
“Rachel.”
I sensed a surge of emotion from Hannibal and didn’t have a clue what the fuck was upsetting him.
“Where is Rachel?”
Doyle hung his head. “I don’t know.”
Hannibal snarled, snatching Doyle’s hair and yanking his head up. “What do you mean? Why the fuck don’t you know?”
“She disappeared a week after Rylee.”
Hannibal tilted his head back and roared.
Stunned, I watched as he reached for his scythe and sliced through Doyle’s soul, ripping it from his body in one of the most brutal reapings I had ever witnessed.
