Page 51 of Reaper

Trigger tenses, his entire body freezing.

When he looks up, he locks eyes with Wrath.

“If you ever mention that ever again, I will slit your throat in your sleep, then feed your dick to you. Your body will be so mutilated by the time I’m done not one person will recognize you. Then I’ll let the coyotes feed off your flesh.”

His words are jarring enough, but the cold, detached look on his face, along with the deadpan tone of his voice, is eerie. It even makes Wrath nervous, and I’ve never seen that fucker back off of anyone.

“My bad. We are here for a reason, right?” He clears his throat, looking at me.

Trigger goes back to his tablet as if he didn’t just say the most psychotic thing ever.

“I cloned Colt’s phone. He is getting calls from a burner phone in Texas. I pinged the location to confirm they are actually in Texas too. His story is checking out so far.”

“Why would his mom need a burner phone though?” I ask.

Trigger shrugs. “The probability of them sending someone to Texas to throw us off their trail is low. I am still looking into him, but based on that alone, I cannot confirm if he is our mole.”

“Who else down in Texas could he be talking to? Maybe Noche Oscura MC? They are allies of ours. Maybe he wants to swap patches,” Wrath points out.

“You really think he’d want to leave? Why wouldn’t he just come to me with it?” I rub my hand over my head.

“That’s not all we need to discuss. He’s still not off the list, and I’m checking into the others too, but we have an issue with your girl.”

My body is the one doing the tensing now.

“What’s wrong?” I bark out.

Trigger turns the tablet, showing me a recent news briefing out of Vegas.

The nineteen-year-old woman was last seen leaving her apartment building for her nightly walk. She was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. If anyone has seen Natalie, please contact the Clark County Sheriff right away.

“That fucker had her reported missing?” I growl out.

“Yep. Only in Vegas so far. I’ve also noticed more traffic down our roads recently. Based on the fact that we know he tracked the cab this way and the higher traffic from civilians in the area, I believe he’s hiring people to drive by and attempt to catch sight of her. If he does, he may have legal grounds to come and get her.”

I scoff. “Fuck that. I won’t let him touch her. We own the police here. What makes you think he could go around them?”

“If he makes enough noise, the police will have no other choice but to speak with her. We have all seen how she reacts. If he shows up here, Natalie may freeze up. If she does that, they will arrest us until they figure everything out, but in the meantime, she would be released to his care.”

“Wait, why would Natalie be released into his care? She’s a fucking adult. If she wants to hang out with a bunch of bikers she can.”

“Yeah, but who knows what all he has on her. Natalie lived with him for a year. Danworth could claim that she isn’t of sound mind and can’t make decisions on her own. Kind of like what Britney Spears’s family did to her.”

Wrath punches the wall of the warehouse, making the entire thing shake.

“I will die before I let him touch your woman,” he vows, looking right at me.

I nod. “Glad you feel the same, brother. He won’t get her though. She doesn’t go outside much, but I’ll ask her to wear a hood up if she does. I’ll limit any activities outside of the compound. I want at least six men on the front fence. I want license plates on any car that drives by. Hell, stop them if you have to.”

“Already on it.” Trigger types on his tablet a bit more.

“Is that all?” I ask, hesitant to know the answer.

Trigger thins his lips. “One of the drug mules down in Calexico went missing. It’s not related to us per se, but two of our men were meeting there to grab the shipment. Javier is pissed. Wants a meeting with you.”

Calexico, California, is one of the cities we pick shipment up from. It’s the perfect spot on the border of Mexico and California.

I curse. “When it fucking rains, it pours, huh?”

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