Reaper
The sun was setting when I watched all seven of them pull into the compound lining their bikes up as they parked. Next to them, a black sedan parked as the fucking spook himself, St. James, opened the door and got out. Ghost, my best friend, spotted me watching and said something to Phantom, who nodded. Wherever they ran off, to, I hope it was worth it because I was about to tear into all their asses. Male or female, I didn’t give a fuck.
I gave them one order.
Stay the fuck home.
Standing my ground, arms crossed over my chest, I waited until everyone approached. Pointing at the three culprits, I growled, “You three, church now.”
They looked at each other before I turned my back to them and proceeded back into the clubhouse. I was fucking pissed. No one knew what I was dealing with. I thought I could count on my best friend and Phantom to help carry the load. Hell, St. James said he was here to help. He hadn’t helped with shit. The only thing he’s done was make my life fucking harder.
After my disastrous phone call and the shit that went down with Healer, I had planned on bringing Ghost and Phantom into the fold. I couldn’t do what I needed to without their help. I needed their specific skillset to ensure the continuity of the club. Without their help, everyone was surely dead men walking. Add in this shit with the wedding and I was treading a thin wire. Anything could snap it.
Taking my seat, I said, “Close and lock the door.”
All three stopped dead in their tracks as they noticed my blades lying on the table before me. Yeah, I wanted them to know the severity of the situation. I wasn’t fucking around anymore. The time for games was over. It was life or death now.
“Reaper?” Ghost questioned, cautiously sitting in his chair.
“Not a fucking word from any of you,” I sneered. “I’ve had a shit day, so I will do all the fucking talking. Now. Where the fuck were you?”
“I called a meeting with my team,” Ghost said, taking the lead. “I needed to go over some things with them. Phantom and Gadget just came along for the ride.”
“And St. James?”
“He showed up later.”
“I see,” I said, trying to reign in the fury deep within me. My demon wanted out. He wanted retribution. He wanted to bathe in his blood for his deceit. I knew Ghost didn’t call a meet to chew the shit. He was cunning, decisive and a master at deflection. If he thought I bought that shit he was peddling, he was fucking crazier than I was. I wasn’t stupid. I knew everything.
“Phantom, you decode that thumb drive yet?”
“No,” she said, not looking at me. She was fucking lying too. That woman had no problem calling me on my shit and standing toe to toe with me if she thought I was wrong. She never backed down and she never, not once looked away when I asked a direct question.
“Why are you here, St. James?”
“Wanted to stop by and see if I could talk some sense into your thick skull.”
“I see,” I growled. Every fucking one of them was lying. I knew and so did they. This line of questioning wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Ghost wouldn’t speak unless he wanted to. Phantom was good at keeping her secrets. She’d been doing it most of her life. As for St. James, I knew that fucker would die before he uttered one word. We were a unique group, that was for sure. All of us would rather cut out our own hearts before we betray anyone.
It was time to rattle their cages.
Taking the bull by the horns, I spoke first. “I’ll start. I killed Healer.”
“What?”
“Excuse me?”
Looking at all three of them, only two were shocked. The spook mother fucker sat stoically. He didn’t even fucking flinch when I dropped that bomb, which told me he had his suspicions about Healer and kept fucking silent. Fucking bastard knew I had a snake in my house and said nothing to warn me.
That was strike one.
“I’m not speaking Greek. You heard me,” I said to my supposed brother and sister. “Fucker was working for the Original Seven. He was responsible for Shane, Nitro and Kitty’s death.”
“How do you know?” Phantom carefully asked.
“He told me himself before I put a bullet in his head. Which reminds me, Shadow needs to take care of the body. He’s in the shed.”
“Okay,” Ghost whispered, looking at Phantom.