"What do you want?"
"I want what was paid for. Four million dollars bought you for my family. Your father can bring all the brothers he wants. Doesn't change the debt."
"I'm not property. I'm a person. I'm married. This is over."
"It's over whenIsay it's over." Venom's voice hardens, losing the amused tone. "You tell your father and your husband that this doesn't end tonight. This doesn't end until the debt is paid. One way or another."
The line goes dead.
I'm shaking so hard I almost drop the phone.
"Grace?" Siren's voice is sharp. "What did he say?"
"Venom. Flint's father. He called me. Said this doesn't end tonight." My voice is barely a whisper. "Said it doesn't end until the debt is paid."
Sakura stands. "We need to call Damon. Now."
But before she can move, we hear it.
Motorcycles.
Multiple engines. Coming fast.
Way too soon.
They shouldn't be back yet. The meet just started ten minutes ago.
Unless something went wrong.
Siren's already moving, hand going to the gun at her hip. "Stay behind me."
The three prospects are on their feet, weapons drawn, moving toward the door.
The engines get louder. Closer.
Sakura hollers for the other ol’ ladies to get the kids in the safe rooms, downstairs in the armory, anywhere they can run.
Then bikes continue to roar into the compound.
But not ours.
Different cuts. Different patches.
Copperhead Kings.
"Get back!" Siren shouts, pushing me behind her.
The prospects raise their weapons, but they're outnumbered.
Ten Copperhead Kings brothers pour into the compound, guns drawn, spreading out in a practiced formation.
And in the center, climbing off his bike with a smile that makes my skin crawl?—
Flint.
"Hello, Grace," he says, his voice smooth and cold. "Told you I'd collect what's mine."
Siren steps in front of me, gun pointed at Flint's chest. "You're on Reapers Rejects property. Uninvited. You leave now or you die here."
