Their Boy (The Game 2)

The strobe lights in the club hit me as I reach their table. The heavy, industrial music is deafening, and my head is swimming in images of grief, fire, and accusation. I hear the piercing tone of a machine letting me know that I have to tell my two kid brothers that our sister’s heart will never beat again.

Maybe these two twin Sadists will help me. The only thing bigger than River and Reese is their reputation. They better not let me down.

I ask my question. I ask if they’ll beat me without knowing why I want it.

They give me a stone-cold once-over, and I don’t know if it’s River or Reese who responds to me. He has a menacing-looking tattoo on his neck.

“Sure. It’s your funeral.”