Page 19 of Reaper Razed

Finally, I’m back at work. It’s been a busy few days with doctor appointments with Skye and a little extracurricular research on her mum’s boyfriend, but I’m mainly back because Dozer has to go on a job with Dice and Steel; they are gonna be away for a few days. He’s only taken a few light jobs for me even though I’d tried to convince him I’m fine. I've almost finished my office with all the time off I'd been given.

My stomach starts to growl. It has to be nearly lunchtime. I’m just gonna pull my phone out and give Barbie a call when I hear the familiar voice sail through the garage.

“How’s my favourite girl?”

“Holy hell, are you psychic, Barbie? I was just gonna call you!”

He shakes a bag at me, winking.

“Fuck, I think I Definitely-Married-The-Wrong-Guy Barbie. I mean, Steel didn’t even call last night, and here you are delivering all my favourite things.”

There’s a big yawn from behind me as Hades stretches and strolls on over.

“There’s a cheeseburger in there for you too.” Barbie grins down at Hades and scratches him behind the ear as he rubs against his leg before coming and nudging the bag.

“Thanks, Barbie, you’re the best.” I give him a kiss on the cheek as he leaves. I lock the doors down for the day and head upstairs for my late lunch. Apparently, it’s mid-afternoon already.

While eating, I check my phone. Still nothing from Steel. I’ve sent him four messages, but no replies. I’m starting to worry it isn’t like him to go more than a few hours without some kind of message. I mean, me, on the other hand, if I’m working, I’m working, and that’s that, but him, it’s odd.

Wife: Travel safe, baby. Miss you already. x

Wife: Hey, baby, let me know when you get there. x

Wife: Night, gorgeous. x

Wife: Morning, handsome. Sleeping on my own sucks. Call me when you get a chance. x

I read and reread the messages, but fuck knows what’s going on. I throw my phone on the counter while I tidy up and give Hades some fresh water. I'm done for the day, so I’m gonna go up to the office for a few hours. Maybe that will distract me enough.

As I’m heading down the stairs and across the back of the clubhouse, my phone blings in my pocket. I’m smiling like a fucking teenager on a promise before I even pull it out. My grin only gets bigger when I see his name. It says, “Steel sent a video” on my home screen. Opening it up and pressing play, I freeze. It’s Steel naked on a bed. Although I can’t see his face, the rest of him is in clear view. I can hear giggling, and that’s when the need to vomit hits me.

Then the phone starts shaking as whoever’s filming climbs onto the bed. I catch a glimpse of the side of a woman’s face as she climbs up his body, still aiming the camera at him. She slides her hand up and around his dick, licks it, then plunges it into her mouth.

I drop my phone while I throw up my dinner against the back of the clubhouse. My eyes start to stream. I buckle to my knees and continue to heave till nothing else is left. Flopping back onto my backside, I collapse against the wall. The video has stopped playing, and I snatch my phone off the floor, take a deep breath, and hit play again.

I see the woman slide up his body again and grab his dick. She licks, then plunges it into her mouth, making all sorts of sloppy sounds. Wait a minute… I play the beginning again. Now I’m mad, not just mad, fucking livid. She’s sucking at his dick, moaning around it, and then she pops it out of her mouth and starts talking.

“Oh honey, I’m still so sore from you fucking me so good all night. You’re such a dirty boy.” Then she kisses up his abs and back down again. “Oh yeah, honey, you want me to suck you again, huh?” And she does.

This isn’t right. There’s something way off. I wipe my mouth and take in a deep breath, sliding my phone into my pocket. I storm into the clubhouse. I go straight to Ares’ office, throw the door open and storm in.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Oh hey, Boyband, how are you? You look so good today! You done something new with your hair?” Ares says in a girly voice.

“Are you shitting me right now! Where. The. Fuck. Is. He?” I grab my phone and throw it at him. “Play the fucking video.”

I snatch the phone back, put the code in, and toss it back. “Play. The. Fucking. Video!”

“Chill, Ray. What’s crawled up your butt?”

He presses play on the video, and his face pales. “Look, Ray, it’s probably not quite as bad as it sounds. I mean, they’re away from home, it’s — ”

“Are you seriously making excuses about cheating right now?”

“Look, it won’t mean anything. I bet there’s a good explanation.”

“Look closely, dickhead! There’s a fucking great explanation. Firstly he isn’t even fucking conscious. Secondly, I’ve never seen his dick that soft, like ever, so I’ll ask you again. Where. The. Fuck. Is. He?”

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