“What you want me to say, Rael? That I’m pissed? That I need to fuck up this asshole before he gets to Sasha?” Seething, I could barely do more than growl out my response.
“Fuck. I know all that shit, Bodie. Just need to know where your head is at.”
Just because he was SAA didn’t mean I had the same level of inclusion with him that I did with Grim. Did I trust Rael? Yes. Did I know he had my back? Fuck yeah. But he also bugged the ever living fuck out of me and he knew it. Rael got off on that shit and it was a source of tension between us.
“I’m on my way to talk to pres.”
Rael sighed and I knew he was frustrated. “Got it.”
I ended the call before I said something that would piss him off. Wouldn’t be too hard.
The rest of the ride to the Crossroads was mercifully silent. Nothing other than the cool breeze and bright sunshine overhead. At least there wasn’t any snow. February was an unpredictable month on occasion and I hated to be caught out in a storm.
Thoughts of Sasha swirled in my head and I was tempted to call her but knew she was still at work. I hated the fact that she didn’t let me support her but loved her fierce independent nature and insistence that she make her own money. Still kept that fuckin’ apartment she shared with Trish too.
Sasha was everything I wanted in a woman from her sexy full curves to her sassy mouth.
Everything about us was hot, heavy, and fast since the night I took her into my bed, and I didn’t regret it. But the sex wasn’t all I wanted from her. When she looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. One that was as unexpected as it was special.
Made me realize that my relationship with Suraya had been entirely physical. We fucked constantly but there wasn’t much else that held us together. Booze. Parties. Sex. No pressure or commitment. I’d been happy about that at the time but now that I was with Sasha my perspective had changed.
I wanted something real with her.
Something that wasn’t based on how hard and fast I could get her off. Not that I was complaining. I needed Sasha’s pussy every damn day for the rest of my life. The second those thoughts sank in I knew I was in deep.
This was why it was so fuckin’ important that I protected what was mine. I wasn’t losing another woman that I loved. I couldn’t. It would fuckin’ end me if Sasha died. My Reaper would go on a killing rampage and I’d probably end up facing Lucifer Morningstar far sooner than I ever planned.
Yeah, you had that right. The motherfuckin’ devil. The one who was responsible for every contract a Reaper signed. Our blood oath to do his will and reap souls. I signed that dotted line with blood from my own wound and I didn’t regret a single second since. Took out the murdering rapist who killed my younger sister Missy and not a day went by that I didn’t smile at the thought he was rotting in hell and eternally tormented by Lucifer himself.
My Reaper rumbled with satisfaction. Justice had been served. An eye for an eye.
My life’s purpose had been significantly altered, the same as every one of my brothers. I lived and breathed the darkness. Being a Reaper was the one thing that made sense in my life until Sasha. Now I had two reasons to ensure the Scorpions went down and Chamuco was only a single rung on that rickety ladder. I’d make sure every single piece was torn apart until Razr had nothing left and he was at the mercy of Grim and the club. When his soul was finally reaped, the Crossroads would finally find peace.
For now, I had to settle for Chaumco.
Once I was back at the Crossroads, I didn’t hesitate to search for Grim. Found him in the chapel, tossing back a shot of Jameson as he stared off in space, puffing on a cigarette but not really focusing on the drag.
“Grim.”
He glanced my way, ticking his chin in greeting. “Bodie.”
I didn’t waste time. Wasn’t necessary. “Chamuco is in Nevada. There’s no way he won’t come to Tonopah.”
Grim was seated in his chair. He put out the smoke and folded his arms across his chest as he scowled. “You’re not going after him, Bodie.”
That statement was proof of how close our brotherhood ran. I didn’t have to sort out the shit in my head and neither did he. Grim knew I was fucked-up over the news that Chamuco was in Nevada and I was more than ready to throw down. I knew he was missing Trish and messed up over her leaving. Neither of us needed to elaborate.
Jaw locked, I gave a stiff nod, not bothering to lie to my brother and best friend, not to mention my pres.
“Bodie,” he warned.
“I didn’t say I was going after him.”
“Christ. You didn’t say you weren’t either.” Grim inhaled a deep breath and then released it slowly. “This shit can’t blow back on the club. You know that. We’ve got enough trouble with the Scorpions.”
His vendetta against our rival was a sore subject. “I know.”
“It’s never fucking ending with Razr. Acid’s death is only gonna ramp shit up.”