REAPER (SERPENT'S MC: BOOK 3)

Chapter 20

🎵...LIFE'S A GAME BUT IT'S NOT FAIR,

I BREAK THE RULES SO I DON'T CARE...🎵 

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FRASER

"The fucker got us again, dammit!" 

The look on Lethal's face is hard to read, even if he's pissed. His knuckles are probably grinded into the table so hard that we all can hear the snap! At another time, I might have been tempted to make fun of his temper but not today. 

Today I'm pissed myself.

After all, Lorenzo Vedi has once again slipped through our hands. All things considered, I thought we had something. I had something to catch the fucker. But all we got is fake documents and the phone? Once Foxy switched back the phone, It just traced itself back to our clubhouse. 

A sick joke.

The fucker was playing a hide and seek game with us. Then there's Snipper and his big mouth. He said the coup was bigger than we all thought. He had to be known that once he broke the door himself. So, what did he find?

Names? Addresses? Phone numbers?

Even if he did found something, it was gone with him. Just like everytime things were falling apart, he was the only one who could help. But this time even he wasn't in the equation. I can go to Carter's for help, maybe force him to spill the beans. But he was so sure that Snipper would be found when he wants to be found.

Fuck!

Even Olive is not here for me to at least stay in control and not lash out. After last night disappearing for a few hours really seems like a classic girl move, but I thought at least she would be mature enough to work with us without mingling our personal businesses together. 

Tough luck.

"What about the ledgers?" Vixen asks, narrowing her eyes at the offended phone. "You sure they are fake?"

"One hundred percent. I have double checked just to clear my fucking head." Foxy even shoves the papers in Vixen's hands to prove her statement. Fuck! This is getting out of control. 

"What about some tips?" I am being desperate and even I know it. "What if I said that I know something about the break-in?"

"What do you know, Reaper?" Prez hasn't taken his eyes off me until I murmur what Snipper told me last night at the club.

"Lorenzo is getting money from cops, even politicians and businessmen. They want him for something. Not only the cartels."

If I thought my words will be met with anger or yellings, I'm definitely mistaken. They all look past me as if tranced. Whether they listened to me or not I don't know. But all I know that they start to argue at once by the time I'm second guessing my words.

"That's bullshit!"

"Why would cops help him?"

"Who the fuck gives you these tips?"

"You've gone fucking mad, Reaper!"

Maybe I have. But I still have my sanity enough to know that what I saw last night was real. I haven't drink much earlier so it's extremely impossible for me to hallucinate Snipper. And even if I did, why the fuck would he be with Gewn in my mind? 

"I trust my informer, Prez. Fucking trust me if you can't trust them." Prez's eyes meet mine for a split second. He's considering it. I can see it in his eyes as he shakes whatever doubt he has from his head. And then he nods.