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"Riddick, what happens if the Reapers reach him first?"

I had forgotten about the damn Reapers. "Then he's fucked."

One thing was crossing the Vegas Chapter’s territory, but if Jameson gave authority to Grim to find Snare at all costs, it didn't matter where he came in from. The Reapers would be on him instantly.

The Reapers were notorious for their ruthless methods and brutal tactics, even within the world of outlaw motorcycle clubs. They were known to be merciless towards their enemies, and even members of their own club were not immune to their wrath if they were deemed disloyal or disobedient.

I knew that if the Reapers got their hands on Snare, he would be in for a world of hurt. They had a reputation for making an example out of anyone who crossed them, and I had seen the aftermath of their handiwork firsthand. It wasn't pretty.

But I couldn't let that happen to Snare. He had been my brother in arms, and even though we had our differences, I couldn't let him suffer at the hands of the Reapers. They may be my brothers, but when it came down to it they were scary as fuck.

I took a deep breath. “Hoax, we can't let the Reapers get to him. We have to find him first and get them both out of there."

"I'm on it," Hoax said, his voice steady and determined. "I'll do everything in my power to track him down.”

"Thanks, brother. I owe you one," I said, grateful for his help.

"No worries, man. That's what brothers are for," he replied, before hanging up.

As I waited for Abigail to finish getting ready, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The stakes were high, and the situation was volatile. But I had to stay focused and keep a level head. Lives were on the line, and I couldn't afford to let my emotions get the best of me.

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CATALINA

As I regained consciousness,my blurred vision slowly cleared up, revealing my surroundings. I found myself tied to a chair in what appeared to be an old, abandoned farmhouse by a desert road. A pungent smell of blood and death filled my nostrils, making me gag. In front of me sat a man, his face disfigured from severe beatings. The blood on his face had already started to coagulate, giving him a deathly and pale appearance. It was only when I noticed the wedding ring on his left ring finger that I realized who he was. My father's wedding ring.

My body beganto tremble as I struggled to come to terms with what I was seeing. "Dad? Daddy?" I called out to him, but he didn't respond. As I looked down at his bound hands, the reality of the situation dawned on me. They had left my father here to die, and the rats had already begun to feed on him. His toes were missing, and his face was now covered in rat bites.

In a moment of overwhelming sadness,fear, and anger, I screamed at the top of my lungs, cursing the monsters who did this to him.

My body shookwith grief and shock as I rocked back and forth in the cold, metal chair. My emotions were raw, and the pain felt unbearable. A voice came through a loudspeaker in the corner of the room, telling me to calm down. But I couldn't. Not after seeing my father's lifeless body in front of me.

“Calmate mi niña.”

Through tears and anger I lashed out at the voice. “Fuck you, mal parido.”

The voice only clucked in disapproval. “DIdn;t your father teach you any manners.”

“No. He taught me to fight against pieces of shit like you!” I spat back, defending my father.

Cynical laughter came through. “Feisty, just like your mother.”

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Edit this “No, noooo! You fucking, animals!” I rocked in the metal chair. Grief-stricken and in shock.

“Calmate, mi niña.” A voice came in through a loudspeaker in the corner of the room.

I stared up at the camera just above it. “Fuck you, mal parido.”

The clucking sounds of tsking came through. “Didn’t your father ever teach any manners?”

“No. He taught me to fight against pieces of garbage like you!”

Cynical laughter came through. “Feisty, just like your mother.”

“What the fuck do you know about my mother?” I spat out.

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