REAPER (SERPENT'S MC: BOOK 3)

Chapter 21

🎵...IN THE ARMS OF THE OCEAN, SO SWEET AND SO COLD, 

AND ALL THIS DEVOTION I NEVER KNEW WENT ON...🎵 

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OLIVIA

I am sure that I was dreaming. 

It's not normal for me to look the part of a Southside citizen and have a broad smile in my face. Though also the fact that Kai and Adam, both were sitting beside me with an odd look in their face also should have been the first clue that I was having some kind of deranged dream or a rerun of memories. 

They were arguing for some reason. Not a memory then. They throw some choice words at each other, calling the cops stupid for trying to raid the Strings. I wait patiently to wake up but all I can hear is the sound of someone sobbing. The sound so haunting that I have to look around to find the source. And when I do, I wish I didn't.

It's like I'm in that basement again. Even the place smells familiar and the blood...it makes a bloody mess in the ground right near the other me who is screaming in agony. Her blonde hair is messed up with red streaks in them. Her face isn't worth looking at, she's too shocked, too in pain. Though I don't hope to see the change in scenery.

A pair of footsteps come closer causing me to whip around. I expect to see Adam or maybe Kai even but I'm left with a pair of grey eyes looking at me in disgust. Not the dreamy me, his eyes are on the ground where two broken souls are mourning for what they lost. It makes me uneasy how just with one look he...Fraser makes me want to wake up soon. 

I can take Kai's hate but not his.

How did it come to this?

"Agent Becker?"

My lips part to say something but nothing comes out. Agent Becker? But he always calls me-It takes me three more tries to at least open my eyes. When I do, I'm not in the clubhouse anymore. But the scenery in front of me isn't one of unfamiliar once either. How did I get here?

"Agent Becker? Are you alright?" The same voice repeats. But this time I'm forced to recognize the voice. Shit, of course, I know him! What the hell?

"Hunter?" After an annoyingly long moment of clearing my throat, he smiles when I curse lowly at how worse I sound. "What the hell is this?"

Or better yet why I'm at the headquarter?

He stiffens up, his eyes accusatory when he opens his mouth. "You were there at the moment and the next we lost any trace of you. After a day, a whole day we found you near an alleyway passed out of your mind., You weren't drunk either, like what could have happened to you that when you woke up, you started throwing things, calling us names, saying you wanted to leave, we had to strap you far away from the agents-"

The moment he mentions that something in me steers. I was walking out of the cemetery and then someone used tranq on me. After that-I don't remember what happened after. Then again if they wanted to kidnap me, why did they leave me in an alley? And I woke up before now? Throwing things? Why the fuck can't I remember?

"Hunter stop!" I have to lean down to whisper. "What do you mean by lost my trace? I was supposed to come back after-"

"The director." He nods as if that's supposed to make things clear. "He made sure we all have some kind of chip card inside our body to trace us if something happens."

Chip card? What the hell?

My grip over the bed sheet tightens. This is ridiculous. "And how long have you known, partner?"

"Since they lost track of you. I went hysteric trying to detect where's mine hidden. They knocked me out. Said it was a classified procedure I signed myself up to when we all finished training. Hell, they were afraid of you when you started screaming like...you could have killed someone or seriously hurt yourself. Agent Cal almost referred you to an asylum, let's just say you're only here because I said we found you in a worst place." Fuck, this kind of things doesn't happen here. This is the only other place I can call home. I trust the other agents but they almost sent me to an asylum. And if they had chip card in me-