Page 61 of Reaper Razed

“All in good time, Daney Boy!” I grin back at him.

“Well, something has lit a fire under your arse, as I’ve never seen you so excited, and after the last few weeks, I thought we’d lost you.”

I grimace. “Well, I’ve still not dealt with anything that happened on that mission. I’m fucking numb, Dane. I’m trying to pretend they aren’t dead and they’re just at home. So that’s how things are going, but this, this will help.”

As we find his trailer, it’s dark. There’s no one home, so we break in and lie in wait.

“What’s the plan of attack?” Dane questions. We’re on either side of the door, sitting on the floor in the dark.

“Grab him, gag him, tie the fucker up. Then I need to search the place and take back what we need. Once we’ve got everything, we’ll take him back to the truck, and then I’ll come back here, light the fucker ablaze and take the motherfucker back to the office.”

“Well, okay then.” Dane says with a smile on his face. I can’t see it, but I can hear it in his voice.

“Wanna talk about you and Dice while we wait?”

“Nope!”

“Well, okay then!” I fire back at him as we sit in silence once more. About an hour or so later, the lock jiggles, and then I hear keys drop, and then there’s a thud against the door where I think he’s fallen over trying to find his keys, and then there’s muttering and more curses. “Fuck’s sake!” I stand ripping the door open and dragging the twat inside.

“Thanks!” he slurs.

“Fucking twatwaffle.” I mumble as me and Dane grab him and strap him to the chair with duct tape, muffling the mumbles with a length across his mouth.

Flicking on the light, Dane grumbles, “Ah, bright light, bright light.”

Making me chuckle, I say, “Come on, Gizmo!”

“What are we looking for?” Dane asks.

“Anything that mentions Alice Montgomery.”

“Who the fuck’s that?”

“Irrelevant.”

Darren is taped to the chair so tight he can barely move or make a sound, so we set off looking for anything we can find. Honestly, there’s nothing here that would have said she ever lived here, but when I find the room that would have been hers, I completely strip the place and find a shoe box full of photos of her and her mum from when she was little, and there’s a loose panel on one of the walls with some cash and some paperwork stuffed in it.

“Smash the walls apart!” I shout through to Dane, and then I hear him doing as I ask. When we meet back in the central area, he has a shoebox of his own and a folder with some paperwork in it. “What’s in the folder?”

“Birth certificate, social security info, bank account for Alison Montgomery and life insurance policy.”

“We’ll take it all.” I rummage through the cupboards, find a rucksack, and dump everything into it. Cutting dickhead from the chair, we drag him out into the night. I turn the gas on and leave it. Pulling the door shut, we leave, dragging him quickly out of view. Once we get him to the truck, we throw him in the back, and I run back to light the place up. Pulling out my phone, I start filming. I push the door open and throw in my lit matchbook before taking cover. The place explodes almost immediately as I’m knocked on my arse with a chuckle. I get up, step around the side of a different trailer and film the chaos for a few minutes before making my way back to the truck.

“Home, Jeeves!” I laugh at Dane as we head back to the MC.

Flying through the gates, we head straight for the barn. With a screeching of tyres, we skid to a halt, flicking up gravel everywhere. I jump out and fling open the barn doors as Dane screeches inside. We hear a commotion from the lodges as I run inside the barn. “I need him in a cell before they get here.” Dragging him out and down into the office, I say, “I want him naked!” as I grab the collar from my bag.

Attaching the collar and stripping him, I throw him in the cell and slam the door. I hop up onto the table with my legs crossed as Dane leans against the wall. We can hear voices getting closer.

“I told you to stay at the lodge!” I hear Tank whisper-shout, but seriously, dude, you’re still fucking shouting. I hear a female voice, which must be Skye’s, but I can’t make out what she’s saying.

“That’s my fucking truck… Ray, is that you down there?”

“Yeah, I’m down here, baby. Skye, I’ve got your wedding present! Come down and see.”

Dickhead starts thrashing around, but we’ve taped his wrists behind his back and his mouth back up, so it’s just a lot of muffled grunts and banging.

Tentative steps are taken down into my office as Steel comes in first with his gun raised, lowering it when he sees me sitting relaxed on the table. Tank follows behind, gripping Skye’s hand tightly. “Tell the others to stay up there!” I shout over.

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