Bloodlines: The Reapers Book Three by Bo Reid

Author:Bo Reid [Reid, Bo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2020-02-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14: Família

Morana

I managed to get my coffee, but not even the steaming liquid can calm my racing mind. Maybe the guys are right; maybe murder isn’t always the answer.

Oh, who am I kidding? Murder is always the answer.

I watch the people pass by on the street, not even paying me a second glance. They don’t know me here; they don’t know enough to be afraid of me. Yet if they knew the things that I am capable of, they would never bow down to another Shay again.

How easy it would be to step in here and take over the town, to put Matthew Shay in his place. I could run this town; I could turn this territory into an empire. I could build a throne on top of the bones of an outdated King. Yet all I do is sit silently watching the snowfall soak into my hoodie, begging for the cold to numb me once again.

An old beat-up truck pulls up to the curb in front of me, and the passenger door swings open. “Get in,” Kesden Shay calls out.

“Sorry, Daddy always taught me never to take rides with strangers,” I reply, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I think your dad also taught you not to get caught up with the wrong side of a dirty police force,” he nods up the street where four sheriff cars are parking. “In case you forgot, you don’t own them.”

I groan but stand from my seat and hop the fence separating the small café and the sidewalk. “And how do I know you won’t try to kill me and hide the body?”

“Because we both know you could take me, and as hot as you are, not even you would look good dead.”

I climb into the cab of his truck, closing the door behind me. Noting the blacked-out windows and the confused look on the deputies’ faces as we drive by. They didn’t see me jump into Kesden’s truck, and I doubt they would believe I did if anyone told them so.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I say, my tone lacking any and all emotions — I’m too tired for emotions right now.

“How so?”

“I’m already dead, and I still look good,” I smile at him and wink; he just shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself. “Why do you care if I get picked up anyways?”

“Because I think you’re my ticket out of here, but I can't use you if you’re locked up.”

“What is it with everyone thinking I’m a fucking hero all of a sudden?” I grumble.

“Oh god, who was dumb enough to think you’re a hero?” he chuckles, and I can't help the smile that pulls from my lips. “I mean, you’re clearly the villain, and that’s what I need, Little. A villain, someone willing to get just as bloody as I am.”

I cock my head to the side and study him. When he looks into my eyes, I see it and smile. The dead haunt him to, but not from guilt, from lust.

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