Part 23

If you’re new to this serial, you can find part 1 right HERE


Reaper and Death cruised down the highway, going just under the speed limit. The road was empty except for a few trucks driving through the night. The truck in front of them suddenly swirled to the right, slammed its breaks, and blocked the road. Reaper and Death both stopped and stared at it.

“What the fuck happened?” Death asked, and Reaper shrugged. A figure clad in black, with long red hair tumbling down her back, came around the end of the truck. Death tensed up. Reaper exhaled and relaxed on her bike.

“Don’t even think about it big, dark, and dangerous. My sniper will take you out before you even think about pulling that gun,” Melissa said before focusing on Reaper. “Fuck I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too, but what are you doing here?” Reaper kept an eye on Death, but it looked like he took the warning to heart.

“As soon as we realized the contract was a setup, I contacted Rossi Santiago. Turns out it was Lorenzo who took out the contract. He wanted to get rid of his brother, so he didn’t have to share the business.”

“Fuck.” Reaper rubbed her face. Being dragged into the Santiago family’s internal problems was always bad for your health.

“Don’t worry about it. I cleared it up with Rossi. But turns out Lorenzo has been tracking you. He knows where you’ve been staying.” Melissa raised an eyebrow, clearly stating that so did she, and she disapproved.

“Yeah, well, they didn’t give me much choice. Wait, they knew where I was staying. Fuck, we have to go back.” Reaper started to turn her bike around, but  Melissa’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Hey, baby girl, talk to me.”

“We have to warn them.”

Melissa looked into her eyes before nodding. “Okay, let’s try calling them.”

“I, I don’t have their numbers.” The panic in her stomach got worse. She didn’t have their numbers. Fuck, she didn’t even have their real names. Why was she in such a panic when she didn’t even know their real names? A stinging slap on her cheek broke her from her panic.

“Pull it the fuck together.” Melissa grabbed her chin hard, and Reaper nodded. She could do this. She wasn’t some virgin in need of rescue. She looked to Death, who was on the phone, but his grim expression didn’t bode well.

“No answer from any of them,” he mumbled before dialing another number. They all waited as the phone rang, and then a voice answered.

“Bullet, Death here. We think something might be wrong at the clubhouse. I’m heading there now, but we’re an hour away. How close are you?” Death listened and then swore before hanging up. “Bullet and Priest is a few hours away. Priest had a tire blow out on him.”

“Melissa?” Reaper looked at her oldest friend, and relief went through her when the woman nodded.

“I’ll go get Charles, and we’ll follow you there. Drive safely.”

Reaper nodded and started her bike. Fuck, she hoped she wasn’t too late.

Reaper stood beside her bike, waiting for the all-clear from Charles. Death was pacing back and forth in front of his bike, clearly not happy someone else was calling the shots. Melissa was leaning against the side of her mustang, following every move Death made. She suddenly stood up and touched her ear, and Reaper’s whole body tensed.

“Charles took out a sniper east of here. He has eyes on two men tied to chairs and one on the floor. He can’t see any hostiles, so we need to be careful.”

“What are we supposed to do? Go in unarmed?” Death asked, glaring at Melissa.

“Don’t worry, I got you covered.” Melissa opened the trunk and pulled up the cover. She handed Reaper two guns, then two to Death before taking two for herself. “If we need more bullets than this…”

“… We’re dead anyway,” Reaper finished for her. It was Melissa’s favorite saying. The woman was a strong believer in one bullet, one kill.

They started down the road, walking in the deep shadows still covering the streets. There was another hour till sunrise. The gate to the property was opened enough to let a man sneak through, and they used it to gain entry. The front door was open, and Reaper felt worry niggle into her lungs, stealing her breath. She closed down on it hard, pushing everything away. She had a job to do, and she was good at it.

She and Melissa made their way into the hallway while Death moved around the house, ready to take down anyone who might be guarding the outside. They reached the kitchen, where they could hear talking. They looked at each other, and Melissa nodded towards the door at the end. Reaper turned and made her way down there. They couldn’t risk shooting anyone in the kitchen in case someone was with the hostages.

She reached the door and looked back at Melissa before falling to her knee and pushing the door open. She swept the room from her position, ignoring the shooting coming from behind. No one moved in the room, but the scent of blood was heavy in the air, and she had to fight hard to keep her calm. She got to her feet and nearly dropped her weapons when she spotted Wolf slumped over in a chair facing the door.

Published by Tea Spangsberg

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