REAPER (SERPENT'S MC: BOOK 3)

Chapter 13

🎵...MY LOVE WHERE ARE YOU, WHENEVER YOU'RE READY,

CAN WE CAN WE SURRENDER, I SURRENDER...🎵 

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OLIVIA

I never learn from my mistakes, am I?

I let him kiss me, drag me through the mud with a moan. I let him comfort my sorry ass when I should have found Lorenzo faster and run from the Strings. Or if I was as fearless as I believed myself to be, then give them a surprise visit myself. 

It feels like hours before he releases me with a frown. "You got to tell me who is this 'they' you are talking about. Jesus! You were shivering in an alley for fuck's sake."

"I'm fine." The words are so used that it doesn't even hurt. Mother has surely come at handy where lying is concerned. I'm fine, ok. I'm alive. Don't you worry, mom. Your daughter can look for her without your help just fine. But this man doesn't. He doesn't take my lie as I want him to. 

"No, you're fucking not. I am not blind sweetheart, I know pain when I see one." His voice sets in pain and anger. Someone has hurt him badly or betrayed him as I did. "There was someone-someone I thought as my brother. He hid his pain long enough to completely disappear. I don't want the same thing for you. Believe it or not, I can be more than a manwhore."

This time he sounds serious. Like he wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't spill my guts. Will it be selfish of me to tell him about the strings? Will I be able to see the hate in his eyes when he will know just what I did back in the past? 

I can't.

Trust is all I need right now. I don't even trust Elenora. 

"Let's just say I did something bad...worth getting hate or punishment but it was the best choice for me back then. Now I'm suffering the consequences." More like nothing happened yet other than little threats. Strings can do worse than just stalking someone.

"Hate..." He trails off shaking his head. His grey eyes look more alive than my dull green one. "We Serpents did at least one thing for everyone to hate us. We all have that one regret...but that never mattered anyway. So why the fuck are you punishing yourself for something you did in the past? It's in the past. Just fucking forget it."

He didn't get it, did he? 

"I can't Reaper." His eyes narrow but I can't help but admit. "And I won't. That's what makes me go on these days. This FBI agent...this woman you see today, that's just a part of that fucked up past. So, no, I can't." 

"You said you got something. Where is it?" The question comes out of nowhere. I didn't even realize that I told him about the package in the heat of the moment. Fuck, I was hoping he would forget about it.

Cause even if I wanted I can't give them to him. Scar already took the knife with him to check for fingerprints and such. And something tells me this grey-eyed man wouldn't take it lightly if he knew that even Scar is involved in my mess.

"With my friend. I just-I need to do something. Excuse me." Only when I stand up taking a step back from him that I can breathe and think properly. There's a plan already grooming in my head. A dangerous one. But a plan nonetheless. 

"Where are you going?" He asks me when I turn for the road. He doesn't sound too curious but I know the slight panic in them. What did he think I was going to do?

I turn around and just sigh. "I might have found a trace on Lorenzo. I'm going to check it out." Well, that and some more.

His posture stiffens and he looks at me in disbelief. "And you didn't think to take one of us with you? What the fuck, Olive?"