Page 38 of Reaping Havoc
Okay. He had a point.
“We need to ride to Vegas, Pres. Now.”
Grim agreed. “We’ll take Hannibal, Wraith, Mammoth, Bones, and Exorcist.”
Hannibal. He would lose his shit when he found that Russian. I strode from Xenon’s office after thanking him and found Han in the bar. “Hey.”
He wasn’t talking to anyone, just staring at a wall. “What the fuck you want, Rael?”
“To tell you to come with me because we found Gorbachev and Nylah. I bet your kin is there too.”
He blinked. “Where?”
“Vegas,” Grim answered. “Get your shit. We’re heading to Sin City.”
Grim called the others, and we rode off the lot only ten minutes later. The new club, Brilliance, opened at eight, and we’d arrive during non-business hours, but that didn’t matter. We’d break down the goddamn doors with our Reapers. No one could hold us back.
Since the club was located on The Strip, we parked our bikes at one of the hotels, not wanting to tip off Gorbachev of our arrival. I wasn’t naïve. He probably had eyes on us twenty-four seven. It wouldn’t surprise me if he opened a door and stood in it, daring us to confront him.
The joke was on Gorbachev and the last of the Russian traffickers in Nevada. They hadn’t faced our Reapers. Those cowards came at us blindly, behind our backs, and shoved the knife in before running away.
That wouldn’t happen anymore.
Grim stood beside me as we approached Brilliance. “This is it.”
I understood what he meant. Years of bullshit brought us to this moment. When we took him out, we eliminated the last of the leaders. “The last head on the hydra.”
“Exactly.”
“You lead, Rael.”
I walked around the building as my club brothers followed, finding a door that was probably used as a back entrance for staff. As I got closer, I sensed Nylah inside.
“Nylah.” I wanted to barge in and rip them all apart, but I wouldn’t risk her being harmed in the process.
“Take it slow. We don’t want any of these motherfuckers to escape.”
He took the words right out of my mouth.
I tried to be quiet as we entered the building, but it didn’t matter. Gorbachev knew we were coming. I think he anticipated our arrival and enjoyed the thought of taking us out the same as we did with him and his thugs.
I intended to wait and prolong his torment. I needed him to fucking suffer for what he did to my family.
Cameron. My brother. Me. Nylah. My daughter.
But when I saw him holding Nylah and his palm wrapped around her throat, I didn’t hesitate to move. Grim’s growl confirmed he was just as hungry for revenge as I was, and he wasn’t willing to wait either.
The Reapers converged on our prey.
Cries of horror echoed around me as the men in the room realized we weren’t entirely human. Gorbachev knew, and he still brought war to my doorstep.
I rushed him, arriving in front of him too fast for the fat Russian to shoot or hurt Nylah. I spared one glance at her face, and saw love, pride, and a smug confirmation that she never doubted I would find her.
Fuck. She was beautiful.
I circled Gorbachev’s throat with my hand and lifted him off the ground. The Berserker took control.
“You dared to come for my family.”
