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stood up and scanned the entirety of the
room again. “Dammit, fucking figures.” He pulled the key from his
pocket and shut the door behind him.
CHAPTER
7
AIDEN
Deep shit did not even begin to explain the
situation that Aiden was in.
He contemplated this thought as he sat at
the dining room table on his boat. The waves rocked the small yacht
gently, which should have been soothing, but Aiden’s worry only
grew with each day that passed.
His guns were spread across the table in
front of him with an open gun cleaning kit and a bottle of
Jack.
Jack.
His best friend … his brother.
Ever since the showdown in Napa, the Empress
had put him on all the shit details. He had been one of her most
trusted men in the Reaper Guard and then he had turned on her last
second and saved Jack. He really didn’t give a shit about all the
Keepers, they could have died for all he cared, but not Jack.
That presented the biggest problem though.
Jack was in love with a Keeper, and not just any Keeper, she was
the Chosen One. The one who was prophesied to bring an end to the
Reapers. Because of Jack’s treason, his mother, the Empress
basically disowned him.
Wait, no, that wasn’t right. During the
battle Jack had renounced his family and everything that went along
with it, including his title to the throne. But that didn’t change
the fact that his mother basically didn’t give a flying fuck about
her son.
He set the gun he had just finished cleaning
on the table and picked up the whiskey. Tipping back his head, his
pulled straight from the bottle instead of filling his glass. He
shivered a little as the warm liquid flowed down into his empty
stomach and then picked up another gun.
There was no way in hell he was going to let
the Empress hurt Jack. But, there was no way in hell that Jack was
going to let the Empress hurt his Keeper, or her family,
apparently. He didn’t know what was going on with Jack and this
Keeper, but he knew that they had a bond and it appeared to be
unbreakable.
This whole situation was fucked up. It had
always been his intention for Jack to take the throne and make a
change among the Reaper society. Over the years he had covered for
him and gave him credit for multiple missions so that his mother
and father would see him fit to be Emperor. But, Jack had fucked it
up … again.
Bottom line was this. He couldn’t stay here
with the Empress now. The bitch had it out for him and severely
questioned his loyalty, with good reason. The way things were at
the moment, he knew he wasn’t safe in the Reaper society.
Back at the Napa compound, he had seen the
Empress fall completely off her rocker. She kidnapped a Seer, whom
she intended to kill and had some bullshit ideas about taking the
Keepers blood and doing all kinds of experiments with it. These
actions were of a desperate woman, not the deliberate,
well-thought-out plans of a leader.
He couldn’t leave either. She would send the
Reaper Guard after him and they would kill him.
So, what was a Reaper to do?
He finished cleaning his guns and put some
of them up in his closet with his other babies. Then, he took the
remaining weapons and shoved them into a black duffle bag. The
duffle was basically his grab and go bag. At this point, he didn’t
know if he was going to have to leave in a hurry one day.
Heading back to the dining table, he plopped
down into the cushioned seat and reached for his bottle. After
another long swig, he reached into his pocket for his cell and
opened his contacts. He had tried to call Jack’s cell once, but it
was no longer in service. He wished he could talk to him and get
some of this shit off his chest.
He chuckled sarcastically to himself. Even
if he was able to get ahold of him, what would he say to him
anyway? The events that went down between them weren’t the kind you
could just put behind you. He had taken Jack’s woman, kidnapped her
right off her own property, knocked her out, gagged her and
room again. “Dammit, fucking figures.” He pulled the key from his
pocket and shut the door behind him.
CHAPTER
7
AIDEN
Deep shit did not even begin to explain the
situation that Aiden was in.
He contemplated this thought as he sat at
the dining room table on his boat. The waves rocked the small yacht
gently, which should have been soothing, but Aiden’s worry only
grew with each day that passed.
His guns were spread across the table in
front of him with an open gun cleaning kit and a bottle of
Jack.
Jack.
His best friend … his brother.
Ever since the showdown in Napa, the Empress
had put him on all the shit details. He had been one of her most
trusted men in the Reaper Guard and then he had turned on her last
second and saved Jack. He really didn’t give a shit about all the
Keepers, they could have died for all he cared, but not Jack.
That presented the biggest problem though.
Jack was in love with a Keeper, and not just any Keeper, she was
the Chosen One. The one who was prophesied to bring an end to the
Reapers. Because of Jack’s treason, his mother, the Empress
basically disowned him.
Wait, no, that wasn’t right. During the
battle Jack had renounced his family and everything that went along
with it, including his title to the throne. But that didn’t change
the fact that his mother basically didn’t give a flying fuck about
her son.
He set the gun he had just finished cleaning
on the table and picked up the whiskey. Tipping back his head, his
pulled straight from the bottle instead of filling his glass. He
shivered a little as the warm liquid flowed down into his empty
stomach and then picked up another gun.
There was no way in hell he was going to let
the Empress hurt Jack. But, there was no way in hell that Jack was
going to let the Empress hurt his Keeper, or her family,
apparently. He didn’t know what was going on with Jack and this
Keeper, but he knew that they had a bond and it appeared to be
unbreakable.
This whole situation was fucked up. It had
always been his intention for Jack to take the throne and make a
change among the Reaper society. Over the years he had covered for
him and gave him credit for multiple missions so that his mother
and father would see him fit to be Emperor. But, Jack had fucked it
up … again.
Bottom line was this. He couldn’t stay here
with the Empress now. The bitch had it out for him and severely
questioned his loyalty, with good reason. The way things were at
the moment, he knew he wasn’t safe in the Reaper society.
Back at the Napa compound, he had seen the
Empress fall completely off her rocker. She kidnapped a Seer, whom
she intended to kill and had some bullshit ideas about taking the
Keepers blood and doing all kinds of experiments with it. These
actions were of a desperate woman, not the deliberate,
well-thought-out plans of a leader.
He couldn’t leave either. She would send the
Reaper Guard after him and they would kill him.
So, what was a Reaper to do?
He finished cleaning his guns and put some
of them up in his closet with his other babies. Then, he took the
remaining weapons and shoved them into a black duffle bag. The
duffle was basically his grab and go bag. At this point, he didn’t
know if he was going to have to leave in a hurry one day.
Heading back to the dining table, he plopped
down into the cushioned seat and reached for his bottle. After
another long swig, he reached into his pocket for his cell and
opened his contacts. He had tried to call Jack’s cell once, but it
was no longer in service. He wished he could talk to him and get
some of this shit off his chest.
He chuckled sarcastically to himself. Even
if he was able to get ahold of him, what would he say to him
anyway? The events that went down between them weren’t the kind you
could just put behind you. He had taken Jack’s woman, kidnapped her
right off her own property, knocked her out, gagged her and
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