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Grimm grinned at the man.
Fuck, this is going to be fun.
Grabbing him by his shirt, our Prez threw him off the porch and into the front yard.
“Now let's get something straight.” Grimm pointed at the patch on the front of his cut. “I’m gonna assume that you’re an illiterate mother fucker, ‘cause this right here? It says Soul Reaper.”
He trotted down the steps to lean over the wolf who just lay there in the dirt, looking like he was catching on real quick.
“Now, let's start this again,” Grimm growled, low and full of venom. He held out his hand and I placed the list I had tucked into my cut in his outstretched palm. “Are you Germaine Hastings?”
“Friends call me Jerry.”
“We ain't friends, though. Are we, Germaine? You're a dumb sack of shit but I'm sure you're catching up.” Grimm handed the paper back to me, and I tucked it into my cut again with a happy little pat. “We are, however, friends of your stepdaughter, Louise.”
“Who?” the wolf squeaked, his eyes darting every which way as he looked for a rescue that wasn’t coming.
“Louise is a good girl. And me and my boys? We don’t appreciate the position you put her in.”
“Luckily, we were there,” our Enforcer hummed, spitting in his hands and rubbing them together. Yup, our brother was going to enjoy the fuck out of this. “Wolves like you don’t deserve to share the same air as sweetness like that. So here’s what's gonna happen. We’re claiming Louise. She’s Soul Reaper Pack now. Do you know what that means?”
Carbon reached into his cut and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles, the outside of the knuckles were coated in silver. I knew because they were my present to him when he was given the mantle of Enforcer. He didn’t give Hastings a chance to answer, instead he belted him across the jaw.
The wolf in Grimm’s grip howled as the knuckles split his skin. Carbon ground them in place, ensuring silver polluted his blood. Wouldn’t kill him, but it’d hurt like a motherfucker for days. I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket. They weren't silver—that shit was way too expensive to use on ‘cuffs—but they were reinforced.
“You come near Louise again and we will end you,” I murmured, as Carbon and Grimm wrestled Germaine’s hands behind him and I clicked them in place. “Prez, why don’t you go grab our newest pack member’s stuff? We’ll take good care of this one.”
“Why do you get to have all the fun?” Grimm grumbled as he trotted up the front steps and into the house.
“How far you wanna take this, boss?”
Carbon bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet like a kid at a candy store.
“First make him sorry he even laid eyes on Louise’s mom. Then make sure he regrets every other mark he sold.” I pulled a smoke out of my pack and lit up. Savoring the faintest wisp of my mate’s scent which still clung to the soft paper. Silver rolled the best cigarettes.
“Oh,” I growled, turning my back to watch the street while sucking the tobacco into my lungs. “And I ain’t your boss, asshole.”
As I savoured the rain of fists hitting flesh behind me, my wolf howled in triumph.
One dumb fuck down, many more to go.
* * *
You could tell the bloodthirsty side of the Chaos was riding us like little bitches because all three of us had automatically left on our bikes this morning. No cage. Hindsight was twenty-twenty, I guess. That meant we could only bring back as much as could fit into our saddle bags and on our backs.
Once Grimm had tucked a few special things Louise had asked Popcorn for into the bags on his bike, he stuffed as much of her clothing as he could carry into the pack on his back.
We let Hastings know the good news—that Soul Reapers would be back to collect the rest of her stuff so he better not even think of trashing it—and the wolf whimpered in fear at the thought of a second visit.
Grimm checked the next route and signaled us to head out. I’d made sure to send us on a circuit, visiting the farthest residence first, so we would work our way back to Soul Reaper territory by the end of the mission.
The ride was quiet. My wolf still simmered under my skin, wanting revenge on the asswipe who’d sold our Sasha. He’d just have to savor the anticipation.
Next was Winter’s parents’ house. A visit we were both dreading and looking forward to at the same time. Grimm and I sat outside as Carbon parked his bike on their front lawn, carefully setting it down on the kickstand, before stalking up to the front door. He paused for a moment on the threshold before he reared back and kicked the door straight in.
“Got a smoke man?” Grimm asked, his eyes on the front window of the house.
“Yeah.” I fished one out and handed it over, along with my lighter. We could hear the screams coming from inside but this wasn’t my show. This was all Carbon. Winter’s mother was a loud ass bitch. Her shrieks cut through the air like razors. Though I knew my brother wouldn’t rough up a woman, it sounded like he was scaring her plenty as he went to town on her old man.
