Reaper's Wrath (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 2)

“What did he buy?” she asked, regaining her color.

“Three Rolexes and some charms.”

“Charms?”

“The charms that go on a woman’s bracelet.”

“I know what they go on. I meant, which charms?”

“A star, a moon, and I left when he was picking the third one out.”

“Did he mention who it was for?”

“No, I was too busy shitting myself.”

“Don’t be disgusting.” Lisa went to the sink to fill a glass of water. “Obviously, he didn’t recognize you. He was so high every time we were at Slate’s that there’s no way he remembers what we look like. We knew when he came back to town that it was inevitable he would see us. I was in UPS one day when he came in, and I didn’t freak out.” Adding paste to her toothbrush, Lisa began brushing her teeth.

“Let’s drive to Lexington and stay there at our condo.”

“The worst thing we can do is panic. We’ll keep to our schedule like we always do.”

“That’s convenient for you.” Dalt stood up to take off his clothes. Then, going to the shower, he turned the water on. “You’ll be safe behind locked doors.”

Rinsing out her mouth, she spat in the sink. “Then call in to the store tomorrow and tell Charline that you’re not feeling well and are concerned for her and the customers’ safety.”

“Don’t think I won’t. Have you seen Gavin lately?” Dalt stepped into the shower. “He told me to call him Reaper.”

“Damn. Now you’ve got me wanting to see him.”

Dalt closed the shower door on her excited expression. “You want to see him, he’ll be back at jewelry on Friday. One of the watches he bought was special order.”

“Friday? I don’t have any plans. If he didn’t recognize you, Gavin won’t recognize me. You were the one biting the fuck out of his neck.”

Dalt’s cock got hard at the memory Lisa was evoking. “You don’t want to finish?” he asked thickly.

“No, I need to turn the oven off. I picked dinner up from King’s. I left it on low, but if I don’t get out, it won’t be worth eating. Hurry up with your shower. I have a surprise for you.” Taking her towel off, she flung it over the shower, then pressed her breasts against the clear shower door to torment him.

“Bitch!” he yelled out teasingly as she walked out of the room.

Fuck dinner. Rushing his shower, Dalt washed and rinsed his hair before getting out to dry off.

He dressed in the tan pants and blue, tailored shirt that Lisa had left out for him to wear. His wife was a stickler about what he wore outside and inside the house. The only opportunities when he was given something less expensive to wear was when they went on one of their hunts for prey.

Grimacing, Dalt had to shift his cock to be able to zip his pants up at the memory of having Gavin under his control. Having him had been some of best sex of his life … until Slate had ruined him with his mistreatment. The fucking sadist couldn’t understand that you had to take care of a thoroughbred like Gavin. You didn’t run him into the ground until he had nothing left to give.

Slipping loafers on, Dalt went downstairs, seeing Lisa already seated at the dinner table.

Walking farther into the room, he came to a dead stop at the man seated at the table.

“Surprise.”

Chapter Forty-Four

“I told your wife I didn’t want to interrupt your dinner.” Reaper waved the gun he was holding at the empty chair. “Don’t be shy. Eat.”

Dalt West slowly sat down on the chair across the table from his wife.

Coldly watching Lisa West force herself to eat the steak on her plate, Reaper turned the gun back on Dalt. “I said eat.”

His eyes flicked downward as Dalt reached for the steak knife beside the plate.

“Go ahead. Don’t worry.” Reaper laid the gun down in front of him. “I don’t plan to use it until you force me to.” Reaper laughed so hard that he had to use the palm of his hands against the table to stop himself. Finally managing to gain control of his wayward emotions, Reaper was able to resume talking. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little emotional at seeing you two again. I would say it’s a pleasure getting reacquainted with you, but I didn’t get any pleasure the first time.”

“I have money. We can give you however much you want,” Dalt said through pale lips.

“In case you’re unaware of my financial status, I paid for my purchases today with a debit card. I don’t have any need for your fucking money. I have more than enough to last me for my lifetime.”

“Please don’t hurt us.”

Despite his hatred of the woman, Reaper didn’t find it easy to hear her tear-filled plea.

“I’m not going to lay a hand on either of you. I just want some information, and then I’ll leave you alone to finish your dinner.”