Page 78 of Reaper

“Calm the fuck down. I need to talk to you. Well, Harrison actually. Where is he?”

Wrath’s eyes calm as he realizes it’s me in front of him.

“He’s busy, but I’ll shoot him a text telling him you need him. Anything I can help with?”

I glance at Tara making him take her in. I know the moment he takes in her bruises. His body tenses.

With three strides, he’s in front of her as she’s backed against the door.

“Who did this to you? Give me a name, and I’ll kill him.”

His voice is low and growly. I’ve never seen him so predatory before.

Tara’s eyes are wide, her lower lips trembling.

“Wrath, you’re scaring her. Can you take a step back, please?”

He doesn’t move right away, but his hand does come up to brush one of the bruises at her throat. After a moment, he steps back.

“I love that you’re polite, Nat, but next time, stand your ground. When someone’s doing something you don’t like, they do what you want. Understood?” He reminds me of one of the lessons he’s been teaching me.

I nod as I move closer, taking Tara’s hand once more.

“One of your men did this to her. That’s why I want to talk to Harrison. This isn’t acceptable under any circumstances. If this is how you guys are going to treat the women under your protection then I’m going to do everything I can to keep them from here even if I have to give them the shirt off my back to do so.”

Tara is shaking as she leans closer to me. I keep my eyes on Wrath’s though. He takes in Tara once more.

“I’m going to ask you three questions. I need you to answer them honestly. Understood?”

She nods.

“Was the sex consensual?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Did you tell him he could leave marks on you?”

“No. I didn’t want him to hurt me. I begged him not to,” she admits softly.

Wrath’s eyes grow hard.

“Who is it?”

Tara hesitates. She’s so scared I wouldn’t be surprised if she peed her pants.

Wrath doesn’t have patience though. He growls.

“A name, Tara.”

She looks surprised when he says her name. He tries to soften his posture, but it doesn’t help. He’s so angry, I can feel it pouring off of him in waves.

“Tell me his name, Tara. I will take care of it. He will never touch you again. I promise.”

She swallows hard. “Jug.”

The name is barely out of her mouth before Wrath has left the shop, leaving his phone behind.

“He looks angry enough to kill him,” Tara whispers.

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