Page 45 of Reaper Razed

“There!” Dice yells. “Is that the armoured truck?” Scanning back. “It just appears, look.”

He points at the screen.

“Shit. Follow it, find where they are.” I stand up and start pacing. We lose them on one camera and pick them up on another. We track, lose, and find, and I’m going out of my mind.

“Private airfield.” Dice breathes out.

“Do they have any cameras inside that you can hack? Can you get a closer view?” I ask him, hoping we can find them.

Flicking around, he finds one. “There, look, that has to be her. Same outfit.” We watch five of them loading gear onto a plane, and then she and a guy head towards the steps. They’re the last to get on. She stops and looks around, then makes eye contact with the camera. “I love you.”

“Fuck, that’s Ray. She knew you’d find her!” Then the guy behind flips off the camera, and Dice winces. “What’s up?”

“That’s Dane. And the others on the plane are Bran, Bernie and Cade.”

“How can you be so sure?” I ask Dice.

“Look at how they move. They're so in sync with each other. Also, who else do we know who is built that way? I mean, come on, Bernie and Cade are built like brick shithouses, and Bran’s not far behind. And that’s definitely Dane.” He points to the one flipping the bird.

“Can we track the plane?” I ask, already assuming it can’t be done.

“I’ve no idea. I can try.”

“Keep eyes on the airfield. I want to know the minute they’re back!” I say as I grab for the door.

“Where are you going?” Ares asks.

“I’m going to the airfield to see if I can find anything. I can't just sit around here. Tank, can you stay at mine and keep an eye on Skye and Hades?”

“Sure, Brother.”

“Fuck!” I yell as I stalk out the door. As I jump on my bike, Ares, Priest, Blade, and Dice are right behind me.

Skye

I’m in the living room watching TV when Tank walks in. Damn, this guy is hot! They all look at me like I’m a kid, though. I suppose I’ve only got myself to blame. I thought if they thought I was nineteen, they would be more likely to help me. The thing is, I’m twenty-four. Ray knows this since the whole come clean about my past thing, and especially with the whole baby thing, I may have a little crush on Tank, but he would never be interested in me. I’m just some knocked-up kid Ray and Steel took in.

Although no one else knows about the knocked-up bit. Well, yet, anyway, Ray’s given me time to think if I want to keep the baby or not, but I’m so confused.

“Hey, you okay? Ray’s gone away to work for a bit, and Steel had to head out, so he’s asked me to stay. Is that okay?”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Tank. I’m not a kid! But sure. You wanna watch TV?”

“Sure.” He grins and slides in beside me on the sofa. The guy is a total unit. “What are you watching?”

“It’s a show about painting.” I blush as I flick my gaze to him, then pass him the remote. “You can change it if you want.”

“What kind of painting?”

“Watercolours.”

“I like charcoal myself.” He drops out in conversation with me like it’s not important, but my heart skips a beat or ten at the thought we have something in common. He likes drawing?

“What do you draw?” I sit up at the side of him, turn into him and cross my legs under me to give him my full attention. This is the most we’ve ever spoken, and I can feel the butterflies fighting to get out with him this close.

He turns to face me, kicks his leg up under him and drops his arm onto the back of the sofa, resting his head against his hand. His bicep is bulging from under his t-shirt, and it’s suddenly really hot in here, and my mouth is suddenly dry.

“I like to draw the ravens in the woods, out the back. It’s peaceful out there. We rescued a raven, me and Ray. She called him Odin.” He smiles at the memory, and damn it, I’ve not seen him smile much, but it’s the most beautifully perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

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