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

Dalt narrowed his doubting gaze on him. “You’re not going to let us live.”

“Why not?”

“You’d be afraid we’d report you to the state police.”

“That’s the last thing you’d do. You know I’ll be forced to tell them what sick fuckers you two are. And you are sick. Both of you are too sick to breathe the same air I do. No, what I’m here for is simple. Where is Slate?”

“We don’t … don’t know,” Lisa stuttered through her sobs when he turned his ferocious gaze back to her.

“I didn’t think so, but I was hoping you did.”

“You believe me?”

“Of course. Why would you lie? It’s not like your lives depends on giving me the information I want.” Reaper started playing with the gun, pointing the barrel at Lisa.

“How did you start using Slate’s services?” he asked Dalt.

“Memphis introduced us to him.”

“Ah … my acquaintance with Memphis just keeps on giving … even though he’s dead now.”

“He’s dead?” Lisa and Dalt asked at the same time.

“Don’t worry; I wasn’t the one responsible.”

“Crash told us he moved back to Ohio.”

“Of course … Crash. Let’s not forget about that backstabbing fucker.” Reaper gave a harsh laugh. “I imagine he didn’t want to scare you off … Not that The Count or Vamp could be scared so easily. I do have to take the blame for his death.” Curling his lips in disgust, Reaper felt dirty being in the same room with them.

“You know what really fucks with my fucking mind? How a seemingly normal, attractive couple such as yourselves could stoop so low as to rape a man not once … but over … and over. Now, that’s what really fucks with me!” Slamming the gun down with the barrel pointing this time at Dalt, Reaper directed his next question to Lisa. “It was the biting, wasn’t it? You didn’t want him leaving marks on your neck the way he did mine.” As he ran his hand down the side of his neck, Lisa’s eye followed the movement. “The tattoos cover them, but the scars are there. They always will be.” He slammed the gun down again, still pointed at Dalt. “Answer me!”

“I didn’t want him biting me,” she admitted.

“That’s what I thought.” He pointed the barrel at Lisa. “She got her kicks out of you raping and biting me, didn’t she?”

“Yes.” The fucker couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Wow, you two are some sick motherfuckers. I have to give you two props … During my stay with Slate, both of you were the most disgusting pieces of worthless shit who fucked me. I can’t say either of you are even human beings. You got off on playing an imaginary game because neither of you were willing to take the pain you inflicted on me, and because I was so fucking drugged I can’t even remember how many times you used me. Lucky me, I have a copy of your hard drive to give me that number. Do you know how many times?”

“No.” Lisa was the first to get her answer out.

“Dalt? How about you? And remember where that gun is pointed,” Reaper advised.

Terrified, Dalt answered, “Twenty-six.”

“Twenty-six fucking times I had your dick up my ass. You and Lisa paid to be the first to rape me ….

“You’re going to love this. I haven’t been able to touch a woman, or man, since I was released. Do you enjoy knowing that?”

“No,” Lisa whimpered when he hit the table with the gun.

“Don’t fucking lie! If I wasn’t sitting here with a gun on you, you would be laughing your fucking heads off like you were upstairs!”

“Please, just leave. We won’t say anything, I swear. You can see we’re terrified—”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” he mocked, hatred and fury boiling over until the rage almost took over. “I need a drink. How about you? Where are your manners?” Reaper moved the gun so that it was pointing at Dalt. “I could use something to drink. Dalt looks like he could use something to wash his steak down.” Standing up, Reaper glowered down at them. “I’ll just make myself at home and find us something. I’m trusting that you two won’t move … I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the gun on the table, he went to the kitchen where he took his time grabbing three bottles out of the refrigerator. Coming back to the dining room, he saw the Wests standing in front of the door, blocked by Viper.

“Ah, I see they moved. I was right. Viper thought you would be too scared to run. Bats always fly away when their exposed.”

“Move out of our way!” Dalt screamed, pointing the gun that Reaper had left on the table.

Setting the bottles of water on the table, Reaper walked toward Dalt, who started pulling the trigger.

Reaper snatched the gun out of his hand. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid enough to leave a loaded gun within your reach? Or slam it down on a table?” Reaper grabbed Dalt by the back of his shirt and threw him toward the table. “Go sit your ass down.”