Page 119 of Reaper

“They have, but just until I meet with Javier,” I say, mentioning the leader of the Medina Cartel.

“Are you meeting soon?”

“Soon enough. For now, it’s a need to know,” I say, putting a hard stop to the conversation.

Wrath clenches his jaw but changes the topic slightly. “Are we sticking with the plan or are we changing it again?”

“What do you think?” I ask.

Colt rubs his chin. “I’m not sure. Either way, it’s a fucking gamble.”

“Fact,” Wrath mumbles. “We need to figure out who’s working against us.”

Colt looks at me. “Has Trigger found anything since the last time?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. But he’s working on it. Is Kicks up for driving tonight?”

“Yeah, he should be good. At least we don’t have to listen to Jug bitch anymore.” Colt puts his hands in his pockets.

Wrath grumbles. “That bastard should be dead right now.”

“You know the rules.” I shoot him a pointed glare before looking back at Colt.

“Take the route we planned and have Lemon in the backseat flying a drone ahead, scouting the road. Hopefully if someone’s waiting, we can ambush them before they see us coming.”

Colt tips his chin. “Sounds good. See you on the other side.”

“Stay safe,” I tell him as he walks away.

Wrath and I watch them all roll out before we head toward our car loaded down with the product and head in the opposite direction.

* * *

Leaning against my bike, I watch the sunrise across the desert. Last night’s run went smoothly on my end. Colt tried to take hostages that were waiting for him but claimed they shot themselves. At this point, I don’t know what to believe.

All I want is to go back to the clubhouse and crawl into bed with Natalie before she gets up for the day. Maybe lose myself in her sweet body for a little while before passing out.

Car tires on gravel have me moving.

“Look alive,” I mutter to Wrath.

He opens his eyes but doesn’t move to stand.

The car comes to a stop and the doors open. Three of his men get out first before Javier steps out.

“Reaper, pleasure to see you again,” Javier says as he steps forward.

I reach out and shake his hand. “I hope your trip went well.”

“As well as could be. How did the delivery go last night?” he asks, getting down to business.

“All the product was delivered in one piece.”

“Yes, that’s what I heard. What I want to know is why are you moving it yourself and not with your team?”

“Sometimes when you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

“I like you, Reaper, and I consider us friends.”

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