Page 22 of Reaping Havoc
Once I had my pajamas on and slid into bed, I rested against the pillows. I planned to take a nap and wait for Rael to come home. He’d wake me up, preferably sliding between my thighs, and I had zero objections. Before that, I needed a few hours of sleep.
It seemed like I was always tired now. I wanted to enjoy it because once my little biker princess was born, I wouldn’t be getting much rest. Rael would help, though. He never missed an opportunity to feed Gavin and Gage when they were babies, even if he had to give them a bottle of breast milk or they spit up on him.
My guy was a keeper.
Just as my eyes slid closed, I heard my phone ring. I should have checked to see who it was, but since I was sleepy, I answered. “Hello?”
“Hello, Nylah Peters.”
My eyes snapped open. I sat up in bed, my heart racing so fast it felt like it would burst from my chest. “Who is this?”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. Have a good night’s rest. You’ll be needing it.”
Before I could reply, the bastard hung up.
It didn’t occur to me before now, but those hang-up calls and the heavy breathing before weren’t prank calls. This was intentional. Whoever did this wanted to instill fear.
And I was scared.
A part of me wanted to call Rael right away and demand he come home. I needed him. More than that, I wanted the protection of his Reaper and Berserker. They never failed to keep me safe, and just their presence soothed my anxiety.
But I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t.
The asshole trying to make me feel intimidated wouldn’t succeed. I wasn’t some timid girl they could push around and force to do their bidding. I was the ol’ lady of a Graven Bastardbiker. A badass bitch, nurse, mother, and sexy as fuck goddess. I owned it.
Nobody was taking that from me, especially not some random guy on the phone who thought his creepy voice-changing device would cause me to do something stupid. Maybe they wanted me to call Rael and force him to come home, making him vulnerable in his worry. Or they just wanted to get under his skin and cause him to be reckless.
Newsflash:Rael was already wild, reckless, and unhinged.
I set my phone on the nightstand and refused to dwell on it. Outside my door, four GBMC members patrolled the property inside and out. No one would get through and die if they tried. The Reapers would show no mercy.
Knowing this, I snuggled beneath the covers, wrapped a hand around my unborn daughter, and drifted into a dreamless sleep. I knew when I woke, my sexy bastard would be with me.
Chapter 8 Rael
“We’ve been at this for hours,” I spat at the motherfucker who we had hanging by chains in the dungeon. “Break.”
Saliva mixed with blood freely trickled from his parted lips as his glassy eyes struggled to remain focused and coherent.
“This can always get fucking worse. I guarantee it.”
“Let me take a crack at him,” Exorcist offered.
I wasn’t getting anywhere. Why not?
Gesturing to our prisoner, I stepped back.
Exorcist grinned. He was the only member besides Grim and Hannibal that truly terrified the rest of us when he let his Reaper take full control. Exorcist, or Ex as we called him most of the time, was skilled at torturing our prey while the soul was still attached to the body. Meaning he could yank the soul to the surface, torture it, separate it from the living flesh, and keep the personalivewhile doing it.
Unheard of, spooky shit.
I loved it.
All the Reapers did. It was fucking badass.
Ex began to focus on Doyle, our prey, as he let loose a bloodcurdling scream. His soul was literally ripped free and hovered next to his body, oily, black, and rank. This process would usually kill instantly, but not with Ex. He ensured the torture was so fucking painful that Doyle remained alive to feel it.
Doyle began bargaining for his life, begging us to listen, and that he’d tell us everything we wanted to know.
