I would be, too, if I had a scythe and could mark souls for death, harvest them, and then send the fuckers to hell.
“It’s a dark bargain,” Diablo informed me. “One you’re not meant to pay.”
“The Reaper chooses,” Spook added as he joined us.
That deflated my ego a bit.
Rev shrugged. “Can’t say I feel that calling, so I’m good.”
Diablo began to walk through the snow. “Follow me.”
“They’re close?”
“Close enough,” he replied, a bit cryptic.
It was right around then that I realized I hadn’t seen Patriot since we arrived.
Rev walked beside me. “I want to buy Becca a ring.”
I stopped, turning my head to stare at him in surprise. “You want to marry her?”
“Yeah.”
Okay. “Then we do it.”
He grinned. “I hope Void is okay with it.”
“He probably wants to marry her, too. Did you see him after they fucked? The boy is whipped.”
Rev chuckled. “So are we.”
There was a lot of truth to that statement.
“I want kids,” he added. “A bunch of them.”
“Damn. What brought this on?” I asked as I walked to catch up to Diablo. “You feelin’ your age?”
He flipped me off. “I’m younger than you.”
“By five months.”
“Still counts.”
Spook approached us. “Diablo found the one who messed with Becca’s car.”
“I want a crack at him before you reap his soul.”
“Done.” He pointed at the building in front of us. “He’s in there.”
I had to give credit where it was due. Diablo found that motherfucker and presented him to us, waiting so we could see this asshole suffer before he died.
The building turned out to be an old printing press, abandoned when the company went bankrupt. There were old printing presses, rusted from age, slowly decaying. Papers and garbage were strewn across the floor.
Spook threw a rope to Diablo. He caught it, tossing the end over the exposed rafters. It looped over and fell within an inch of where he stood. He looked at the guy who was blindfolded, his wrists bound in front of him. “This is the one you’re looking for.” He ripped off the blindfold.
I didn’t recognize the man who stared at Rev and me, but he seemed to know who we were because he sneered.
“Who are you working for?”
