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I had to attempt to get answers, even if I suspected no true answers would be revealed.

“I’m not telling you shit.”

Confident for a guy about to die. He still didn’t notice the rope yet.

“Why did you go after my woman?”

The guy just laughed. He wasn’t intimidated, which meant he had seen some dark shit in his life. There was nothing interesting or memorable about him.

Rev shook his head. “He’s not going to talk.”

Diablo agreed. “There’s nothing to learn from this one. He’s not in charge.” The Reaper’s face pushed to the surface, takingover Diablo’s features. “His soul is mine. I’m sending him to Lucifer.”

Fine with me.

I spun on my heel and left the building, finding satisfaction only when I heard the motherfucker begin to scream and beg for mercy. He never showed any, and he wouldn’t be receiving it.

“This felt like a fucking waste of time,” Rev fumed.

“Oh, but it’s not,” Spook assured us. “One less rapist in the world is no loss.”

“We agree on that.”

Spook tilted his head to the side. “Fuck. My Reaper is telling me.” He paused. “We need to get back to your clubhouse. Now!”

Was Becca in danger?

“Go!” Rev yelled, and I joined him, running back to the jeep.

Chapter 12 Becca

“Holy shit!” Sydney exclaimed, slapping her hands over her mouth after I finished catching her up on everything that happened since the night the snowstorm hit.

I finally reached the spicy part of the story, telling her about the best sex I ever had, including the part about taking two guys at once. “Syd. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Her eyes were wide. “Are you like, sore? Because,wow.”

“Like you haven’t shared your guys.”

“Uh, not like that.” She blinked. “I really want to after hearing all this.”

I giggled. “Worth it.”

“I’m going to put a message in our group chat.”

Aw. “You guys have a group chat?”

“Don’t you?”

“Not yet.”

Sydney typed out a message, and I laughed when I saw her put an eggplant emoji twice, then a wink.

“I hope they understood.” She stared at her phone, waiting for her guys to respond. “Oh, shit. They’re excited.”

“Of course they are.”

“They want me upstairs, naked, right now.” Her cheeks flushed as she kept reading messages. “Um. This is insane. You should see the chat.”