And just like that, there were two.
21
REAPER
There was no way in hell I was leaving Rose until I knew she was not only okay but being watched over. Just because Blake was out of the picture didn’t mean she wasn’t at risk because the Devil’s Rage were still out there plotting our demise. It was no secret that Rose was connected to me at that point, which meant it was only a matter of time before Bullet tried to concoct a way to come after her as well. Just like he did the other women in our crew. So, after charging two of our prospects with keeping watch at her door, I headed back to the clubhouse.
Five hours later.
While ignoring every single phone call Fangs placed to my phone.
“When will you be back?” Rose asked.
I crooked my finger beneath her chin and kissed her softly. “As soon as I can.”
“And there are two guys outside?”
I nodded. “Pride and Gus. Pride is the taller one.”
“Okay, yeah.”
I cupped her cheek. “You’re safe.”
She shook her head. “I won’t be as safe without you around.”
“Which is why I’m going to head back as quickly as I can. But I’ve gotta talk to the guys about what’s happened. We have to be ready on all fronts.”
She swallowed hard. “Keep in touch, okay?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
With one last parting kiss, I left the prospects with my most prized possession and headed down to my bike. With Pride’s bike already at the condo courtesy of me stealing his keys, it was a simple switch-off. I scooped my keys off the kitchen island and headed toward the main lobby, making my way for my bike that was still tipped over onto its side.
And as I soared back toward the clubhouse, I allowed the wind wrapping around my body to cleanse me.
We had so much to discuss outside of covering up what the hell happened to Blake. He was a prominent prosecutor in the area, and the news would be looking for answers as to why the hell he was dead. Not only that, however, but we wouldn’t be able to keep Wes much longer before people other than the Devil’s Rage started asking questions.
Then, a thought crossed my mind.
A plan, really.
A plan that enabled us to finish things with both Wes… and Blake.
“Come on,” I grumbled as I stepped on the gas, “it’s time to end this shit.”
I skidded into the gravel parking lot of our clubhouse and barely got the kickstand down before I charged through the front doors. I found Fangs pacing up and down the hallway with Viper leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Fangs stopped the second I crashed through the doors, and the annoyance in his face said it all. He held up his phone, wiggling it about as if he were genuinely butthurt that I didn’t answer the twenty-seven calls he placed to my fucking phone.
Then, he tucked it into his pocket. “About fucking time you showed up.”
I tossed the door closed behind me. “Better late than never, I suppose.”
Fangs charged me. “What in the absolute fuck were you thinking? What the hell is wrong with you!”
I kept my cool, however. “I was thinking about the woman that I love and how she almost died at the hands of her fucking ex-husband. That’s what I was thinking.”
“You gunned down one of the foremost prosecuting attorneys in the fucking state, Reaper!”
“Actually,” Viper said as he raised his finger into the air, “that was me.”
