Page 92 of Reaper Razed

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you now.”

Grinning down at him, I say, “Let's test that theory, shall we?” I rock myself against him again as his fingers grip my hips with bruising intensity, and I slam my head back and cling on for dear life as I don't think I will ever get enough of this man either.

Ares

“Dice?” I shout as I storm into the bar. “Where the fuck is Dice?”

He's been at Dane’s all week, Priest states from his usual spot. “Shit, I need you all at Ray’s now! Blade, Priest, Viking and Tank follow me. We walk around to the garage to grab Dozer and Ray,

“Where the fuck’s Ray?” I bark at Dozer as I storm into the garage with the others on my heels. “Fuck, it smells good here. How do you get anything done?” Dozer shrugs as he brings his takeaway coffee cup to his lips. “She does fucking takeaway?” Everyone chuckles.

“Where is Ray?”

“She left early, needed to stop by Bernie's. He needed a hand with something.”

“Shit, everyone up to Ray’s, then we can grab Steel, Dice and Dane while we're there.” As we storm out of the garage while Dozer locks the doors down, I slip into the coffee shop for a fix.

Shoving through the door of the apartment, Dozer says, “It's so nice of you to join us!”

“Dick!” I mutter as I clutch my hazelnut latte to my chest. This is so good!

“Where's Dane?” I ask as I look around the room.

“Needed to drop by uni to drop off an assignment.” Dice shrugs.

“Why is no one around when I need them?” I shake my head and take another swig of my coffee. So good! “Dice, I need you to crack this message. It’s encrypted.”

“Who's sending you encrypted messages?” Dice asks.

“If I knew that, dipshit, I wouldn't need you to crack it now, would I?”

He gets up, storms out of the room, and comes back a few minutes later with his laptop, plugging it into my phone. He gets to work. “Shit, it's an invitation… it's from The Armoury.” Dice turns the computer around to show us.

“Show me that!” I bark at it. “It's just a date, time, and location, is it? That's today, in two hours.”

“Wait, that's a good hour and forty-five ride from here. That doesn't give us much time to decide what to do or even whether to go after all the shit they pulled with the kidnapping or whoever was behind it!” Steel shakes his head. “What we gonna do?”

I start pacing, scrubbing my hand down my face. “Tool up. We leave in five, we're all going. I wanna get there early so we can scope it out, then I'm taking these motherfuckers down if they try anything. I don’t give a shit how fucking scary their reputation is!”

Everyone starts moving, and in five minutes, we’re on the bikes, pulling out of the parking lot.

An hour and a half later, and we’re here. We all broke the land speed record to get here as quickly as possible. We scan the area, but there's nothing. It's an empty warehouse that's been disused for years. We've spanned out and checked out the surrounding area inside and outside, and there's no one here, no cameras, no sign anyone but us has even been here in the last ten years.

“What do you wanna do, boss?” Priest asks. We’re all on edge, total sitting ducks,

“It's two minutes till the meet. We wait, stay vigilant, eyes on a swivel. Leave the bikes idling incase we need to get out of here, fast. I wanna know as soon as anyone approaches. We leave in five minutes if no one shows. We're not waiting any longer.”

As the clock ticks down, there's a rumbling noise. “What the fuck’s that?” I glance around but see nothing. “Sounds like a… it can't be… A fucking helicopter. Everyone out, heads down, take cover to stay safe. If this is an ambush. I want them all dead!”

The helicopter hovers over the land out the back; dense trees surround the area, but there's a massive clearing all the way around the warehouse. As the helicopter lands, three figures get out, and a voice echoes around the open space. “Welcome, gentleman.”

As the figures step forward, they're all dressed in black tactical gear. The dust from the ground is flying everywhere, and as they stride across the open field, it's difficult to see anything other than three blurry black figures. They stop about twenty feet away, and the helicopter shuts down.

As the dust settles, we take in the three figures. “Are you fucking taking the proverbial piss right now?” I bark across the space between us.

“Is this a joke? Steel spits out.

“Will someone tell me what the fuck’s going on?” Dice shakes his head, rubbing his eyes to see if they deceive him, but they don’t. It's fucking them dicking around.

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