All Chapters of Wrath: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JakeHe sat back down on the bench, and lowered his head. Everybody lied. That’s what he was used to. He’d screwed up with her, and now they were back to square one again. He went upstairs, stopping in front of Klara’s room and rested his forehead against the closed door.Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? He should’ve just asked her if she knew how that damn memory stick ended up in her purse? Her explanation made sense. Jamie had said he put it in her purse that same night. He headed into his bedroom and got his laptop from his duffel bag. The welcome screen popped up and he typed in his password. He slid the memory stick into a slot and waited for it to open. His eyes roamed over folders, each one named and filled with so much blackmail material, it would make the CIA proud. No wonder the Reapers wanted it back. It was a goldmine. Whoever had compiled this, had done good work, but they’d taken it a step further. There were folders on each Reaper as well, photos, records, so

KlaraWhen she woke up the next morning, disappointment rushed through her when she realized that Jake had left her in her room. She couldn’t really explain how she was feeling. Was he glad that she’d slept in her own room or did he feel too guilty about what he’d said? It didn’t really matter, did it? He didn’t trust her, and had thought the worst of her at the first hurdle.His bedroom door was open and his bed was made, almost like he’d never slept in it the previous night. It was still early, just past six a.m., as she headed towards Jamie’s room. He was still curled up on his side and she smiled as she watched him for a few minutes.She headed downstairs and screamed when the strange man turned to face her, a cup of coffee in his hands. Her eyes darted over to the block of knives, but it was closer to him than it was to her. He looked like a surfer, snatched from some beach and deposited in Jake’s cabin wearing jeans and leathers.“Whoa, easy. I’m Weasel,” he said.“Is that suppo

KlaraHer heart rate picked up with every thud of his boots, each step bringing him closer to the kitchen where she put the finishing touches on dinner. Jamie’s excited chatter filled the silence, and she took a deep breath. It didn’t feel like only a day had passed. He looked different, somehow, like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. He still looked like Jake, but in his eyes, for just a fleeting moment, she saw Wrath as well. Two very different sides to the same man.“Hey,” Jake said, Jamie’s small hand clasped in his much bigger one.“Hi,” she replied, suddenly feeling shy having him in her home. She knew he’d been in there numerous times, but never really together. “I hope you’re hungry.”Jake smiled, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “Starving, like always.”She smiled nervously. “That’s good.”Jamie was looking at them both, a slight frown on his face. “This one is your seat.” He was pulling Jake toward the table, and the big man followed without hesitation.“It

JakeThe man tied to the chair clenched his jaw when Jake opened the door and stepped inside. Nitro and K-9 were seated a few feet away from him, talking in low voices, each with a beer in their hands.“Wrath,” Nitro said.“I appreciate you keeping him alive,” Jake said.“So, it’s true. You’re not patched but you’re affiliated with these fucking Warriors,” the man said, and spat on the floor. The patch on his vest read ‘Pusher’ and ‘Member’.“They must not like you a whole lot, Pusher. Sending you here was a suicide mission … you had to know that,” K-9 said.Jake pulled a chair out and dragged it closer to Pusher before sitting down. “It’s true. I am affiliated with the Warriors, because they made sure I stayed alive in prison, back when I was a nobody. Your club sent you to die.”“Fuck you,” Pusher said.“What was the mission?” Jake looked pointedly at the man.“I’m not telling you shit!”“Weasel, get his pants off,” Jake said as he slid the knife from the sheath strapped to his side

KlaraWhen the front door opened almost silently, she smiled, thinking Jake had forgotten something. The footsteps weren’t quite right, and she walked out of the kitchen. The man in front of her wore a skeleton mask over the bottom half of his face. Before she had time to scream, his hand covered her mouth and he’d physically lifted her from the floor. She bucked and kicked, but the low chuckle in her ear as she fought with everything she had, chilled the blood in her veins.“I like it when women fight,” he whispered. It had the desired effect. Her whole body went limp, but she started fighting again when the second man appeared in the hallway, his hand over Jamie’s mouth. Her son’s wide eyes were seared into her mind. She would never forget how afraid he looked.“Let’s go,” the second man said.They were carried out of the house, into a van that sped away from the curb the moment the door slid shut. A few minutes later, the man removed his hand from her mouth and the second man let g