Page 95 of Reaper Razed

“Ah, Mr Black Queen, it’s a pleasure. Shall we finish this later, BQ?”

“Yeah, thanks, DA.”

Steel leans forward and shakes the guy's hand, still keeping Ray's ass in a vice-like grip in the other one while still pinning her to his body.

“Pleasure.” Steel says as he’s practically crushing the guy's hand while he shakes it.

DA nods and removes himself from the room, going to the cubicle outside.

“What the fuck did you do to this photo?” I don’t know why I can’t help myself when it comes to Ray; she just pokes, and I flip. It’s kind of our thing.

She just barks a laugh at me. “They were taken while you walked through the armoured truck garage. That was the look on your face.” She shrugs.

I scowl at her. “Ahh, come on, Boyband! What can I do to sweeten you up and make you love me again?”

“I don’t know that you can, Ray! I’m just not so easily brought or bribed.”

She steps away from Steel and walks up to me, sliding her hands around my waist. “What about a pen or a keyring with The Armoury on?”

“They have those?” I gasp out. “Yeah, that would help a little.” I realise I’m making this easy on her. “But it’s not enough.”

Hmm.” She pulls me in and taps her lips. “What about… a baseball cap?”

“Do you have those jackets like the F.B.I., with ‘The Armoury.’ on the back? That would be cool! Just saying!”

“I think they all went at the last promo roadshow. I can get DA to check, though.”

“Seriously?” I grin at her.

“No, dipshit! We’re a top-secret fucking illegal organisation. We do not have pens, key rings, baseball caps or jackets with our name plastered all over them. I mean, who even does that?”

“The F.B.I!” I mutter.

She rolls her eyes at me. “How about some new bulletproof vests and a go-on a rocket launcher? Final offer!”

“Are you taking the piss again?”

“Nope.”

“Deal. I would have just accepted the go on the rocket launcher!”

“I would have offered an armoured truck!”

“Fuck!” I mentally kick myself as everyone bursts out laughing. “Fuck off, she’s not funny!”

“Come on, let's head over to stores.” She grins as she takes my hand and leads me back downstairs. Steel is grinning like a motherfucker like he always does when she makes one of us look stupid.

We walk out of the building and across the street into a hangar. There’s a long counter just through the doors and then a wall with a door in the centre. The hangar is massive, but the wall is about ten feet from the entrance. Ray rings the bell on the counter, and a guy walks through the door.

“Hey, Mike!”

“Hi, BQ, who are your friends?”

“My husband and my brothers.”

“Nice to meet you, gentlemen. What do you need?”

“A nosy!” She winks at him.

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