Page 2 of Reaper

I love Wrath to death, but the man would never be that for me.

So I accepted Colt with open arms. Problem is, he’s been acting cagey lately. Making me question his loyalty.

Wrath talks to him a moment before heading to the van. Colt heads my way.

“Wrath said you wanted the guys to do one last sweep of the roads before we head out. Anything I should know about?”

I shake my head. “Being extra careful. These hits have been taking money from our pockets. We can’t afford to keep bleeding money.”

“You’re right. I was thinking maybe we split up this run. Change the route randomly. Send one crew on the anticipated route with guns blazing type of thing. Try to grab one alive and see how they keep finding out routes.”

I rub my hand on my chin. “Do that. Wrath and I have another issue to attend to, but I trust you can handle it.”

He nods. “I’ve got it.”

His phone rings, making me narrow my eyes.

This isn’t the time to be taking random phone calls, families be damned.

He gives me a tight smile. “It’s my ma. She’s been wanting me to come visit. I’m going to take this quickly.”

As he steps away, answering the phone with hushed tones, I wonder if he could have flipped on us. Could he be working against us?

He’s on the phone for nearly ten minutes, arguing with whoever it is. Colt has always had a rough relationship with his mother, but I’ve never seen him this worked up over it. Maybe it’s not his mom on the other end. Maybe it’s someone else.

I don’t have much time to ponder it though. Wrath comes jogging back over to me as the rest of the guys come back.

“Alright.” Colt gets the men’s attention as soon as he hangs up. “Jug, you are in the van with Cheryl. Remember to drive smart. You’re supposed to be a couple with their kid. Don’t attract any unwanted attention. Kicks, Lemon, Poker, and Widow will escort you. Spider, Midnight, Fang, and Cueball, you’re with me. Head out and call if there are any issues.”

I watch as they head out, hanging back to listen to Colt give his speech to the group he kept back with him.

“I had Trigger update their GPS to a new route. We are going to let them head on their way while we ride the original route. Strap up and expect trouble. Any questions?”

When no one speaks up, they head out as well, Colt nodding my way. I dip my chin, waiting for them to leave before I turn to Wrath.

“Let’s get the product to the drop-off. Call Trigger and have him change the GPS again. Have them routed as if they are on the way, but then get them back here. I don’t need them showing up at the drop, making us look incompetent,” I say quietly.

Wrath nods as he pulls out his phone, making the call as we head toward the warehouse. I snort when I see the way he loaded the product. The van had plenty of room to carry it all, but the car did not. The back seat is loaded down, blankets thrown over the drugs. He even has some on the floorboard of the passenger seat. He hangs up the phone, leaning against the car.

“Best I could do, boss. Short notice and all.”

I shake my head, laughing. “Get in. I don’t want any bikes. They draw too much attention. If the Renegades have a look out on our normal routes, they won’t notice us this way.”

He shrugs as he crams himself into the passenger seat as I climb into the driver’s seat.

“This is going to be a fun ride,” he says sarcastically, making me chuckle.

I start the car and head out.

We ride in silence. Wrath’s eyes never stop taking in the road. I appreciate the vigilance. Once out of Nye County, things get a little trickier. I don’t own any cops this far north, but you know who does? The Reno Renegades. Getting stopped up here would be a fucking disaster, especially with just the two of us.

Wrath’s phone rings, drawing his attention from the road.

“It’s Colt,” he tells me, answering on speaker.

“Yeah?” Wrath says.

“Whoever’s been fucking with us weren’t waiting for us on the original route. They met the van on the new route. You already suspected that would happen though, didn’t you?” he asks, sounding pissed off.

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