Page 8 of Reaping Havoc
“It’s Gorbachev,” he guessed.
“Yeah.”
“But we haven’t heard shit. Not for years,” he reminded me.
Not since before my boys were born. “That doesn’t mean that Gorbachev has forgotten his vendetta.”
“Fuck,” Chrome spat. “What the fuck are we gonna do?”
“Right now? Nothing.”
Chrome shook his head. “That’s not gonna keep our families safe, Ian.”
I knew that. “We don’t panic. Nylah and Cameron don’t need to know shit until there’s something to worry about. They’re too close to giving birth, Noah. No added stress.”
He nodded.
“But we keep a sharp eye. Focus our Reapers. Nothing takes us by surprise.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about, brother.” Chrome cracked his neck and then rolled his shoulders. “I’m fuckin’ ready. They come for us or our families, we fucking let the Reapers handle it.”
“And my Berserker,” I added with a wicked grin.
“Hell yeah.”
Good. We had that covered.
I smacked a hand against Chrome’s back. “But that doesn’t mean we end our private war.”
He snorted. “You won’t get me.”
My brother was too fucking confident. “Just wait.”
His chin lifted. “I’m already ahead by two.”
“Don’t get cocky, asshole.”
His dark chuckle followed. “Just wait and see.”
We’d been bored this summer. Things were too fucking quiet. Both of us needed a distraction since our ol’ ladies were both about to give birth soon. Yeah, Chrome was finally gonna be a father. I was so fucking happy for him.
But since our Reapers were restless, we’d found a way to occupy ourselves. A water balloon fight. Well, to be specific, a war. No fucking mercy. The goal was to be the first one to hit the other with a water balloon each day. But we didn’t make it easy. There was only one rule. We couldn’t throw them while in the house or on the porch. The yard was fair game.
Since Chrome and Cameron lived next door to us, we spent a lot of time together. The twins ran over as often as they wanted to visit their aunt and uncle. Our families frequently shared dinner or hung out in the backyard.
But with this newest water balloon war? We wanted to keep the stress off our women. So, it was fair game once either of us stepped off the front porch. The Crossroads? Yep, also okay, except for church. Grim would kick our ass if we launched water balloons in the chapel. The bar? We hadn’t targeted each other there yet, but the summer was only halfway over. I guessed it wouldn’t be long before one of us played dirty.
I couldn’t wait.
“I gotta run a few errands. Cameron is craving ice cream, chicken tenders, and fruit.” He shrugged. “Gotta keep her happy.”
Grinning, I nodded. Good. I could plan my next attack while he was busy.
“Stop looking so fucking creepy, Ian. I know what you’re thinkin’.”
I pursed my lips together and smacked them repeatedly in a few kisses. “Don’t worry about me, honey.”
He flipped me off, chuckling as he strode toward his bike. We both had shit to do. I promised Nylah I’d go grocery shopping and pick up a few things we needed while she napped with the boys. The afternoons were always rough on her this late in her pregnancy. She got tired easily.
