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
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