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MilaJustin ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.He didn't look at me as he spoke. “Reaper… is the president of Night Reapers, Mila. He hates unfinished business.” He then walked to the window and looked out at the compound. “You better be sure of what you are asking for.”He was furious with me. I could feel it in his tone, in his posture.But I didn't have any other way. I needed Caleb to taste his own dose.I closed my eyes and focused on the steady sound of the machine breathing for me.Minutes ticked by like hours. Justin stayed in the room. He didn’t leave but he didn't talk either.Suddenly, I heard footsteps echoing from the hallway.Justin turned from the window just as the door swung open.Reaper walked in.He was still wearing his cut, the leather vest stretching over his broad shoulders. He looked exactly as he had in the doorway of my house. Lethal, calm yet terrifying.But his eyes didn't find mine.He didn't rush to my side. He didn't look at me wit

MilaIt had been four days.Four days since the wires were tightened around my jaw. Four days since the tube was pulled from my throat.My brother worshipped the ground I struggled to walk on.He had moved me from the infirmary to his own room in the clubhouse. It was a large, surprisingly clean space with a king-sized bed. He slept on the floor on a mattress he dragged in, refusing to leave my side even for an hour.Now, he had gone to bring me something.After a while, the door creaked open and Justin walked in.He was balancing a tray with a tall glass of green sludge and a bowl of warm broth.He looked better than he had that first day but the circles under his eyes were dark.I didn't think he had slept more than an hour at a time since he brought me here.“Morning, Ri.” He said softly, kicking the door shut with his boot.He set the tray on the nightstand and pulled the chair closer. “Doc says we need to up your iron. So… spinach smoothie.”I wrinkled my nose.Justin chuckled,

MilaTwo months.Sixty-one days of silence. Sixty-one days of healing. Sixty-one days of watching the devil wear a leather skirt.I watched Cathy walking in the bar, holding Reaper’s arm, laughing that shrill laugh that made my blood run cold.She was playing a dangerous game. I could have told Justin. I could have written it down on my little notepad. I could let them know that she is the one.But I didn't.Because Justin would have killed her. And then the club would explode because of me.No. I needed to be smarter. I needed a plan.By the fifth week, the doctor decided to remove the wires. My jaw healed slowly. The bruises faded from purple to yellow to nothing, leaving my skin pale again. But the woman who had arrived here broken on a stretcher didn't exist anymore.Caleb was back in his high-rise office. Reaper and Justin had dumped him in an alley behind a hospital two months ago, just as I had asked. I had asked because I didn't want the police to arrive here.But before he

ReaperI watched her walk away.The black silk rippled down her body like spilled ink, exposing her curves and the dangerous sway of her hips.“Before the morning you fucked me.”Her words kept ringing in my head.She had said it. She had thrown it in my face with a smirk.A week ago, she was a weeping mess in my infirmary. Tonight, she was a blade held at my throat. And... I hated that I wanted to bleed.I stood still for a second, resting my hand on the bar where she had been. But soon, her accusation hit me.Cathy.I didn't turn around to look for the blonde. I pulled my phone from my cut.My thumb hovered over the keypad. I typed in the number Mila had recited. It was burned into my memory instantly.763718388.I hit the call button and pressed the phone to my ear.It rang once. Twice.“You have reached Caleb Sterling’s office. I am currently unavailable…”I ended the call before the beep.Caleb. That bastard.My vision blurred with rage. It wasn't just that Cathy was sleeping a

Havoc The music downstairs had cut out, replaced by a confused murmur from the crowd. I was halfway up the stairs, taking them two at a time, my hand resting on the knife sheathed at my hip. I had heard the screaming. And I immediately knew it was a club whore. Cathy. Gunner trudged her past the landing, kicking and wailing, dragging her toward the basement door I didn't stop to ask why. If Gunner had her, it was because Reaper said so. My sole worry was Mila. She was supposed to be here. I reached the top of the hallway just as a door slammed shut. That's the door to the guest room. Mila’s room.Reaper was there, his hand still on the shiny doorknob, turned away from me. He was panting so hard his shoulders were visibly rising and falling under his leather jacket. He looked… wrecked. In all the years I had ridden with Reaper, through shootouts, raids, and funerals, I had never seen him look rattled. He was frozen, solid. He was stone-cold. It was quite a unique sight to s