Wrath
Buzzer said loudly, and knelt next to a body.
“Who is it?” Jake asked.
“Nate,” he said, and Jake briefly closed his eyes.
“What the fuck kind of beef do the Reapers have with you?” Jake asked once Buzzer stood up again.
“We botched their last coke delivery,” Buzzer said, and dragged a hand through his hair.
“And now the rest of the Reapers will come to Shillington, looking for vengeance,” Jake said.
Buzzer gritted his teeth. “We’ll handle it.”