REAPER (SERPENT'S MC: BOOK 3)

Chapter 27

🎵...YOU COULD BREAK MY HEART IN TWO, BUT WHEN IT HEALS IT BEATS FOR YOU,

I KNOW IT'S FORWARD BUT IT'S TRUE, WON'T LIE, I'D GO BACK TO YOU...🎵 

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WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD

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OLIVIA

Instead of talking to the agents I follow Fraser to the clubhouse in a trance. I'm still half shaken up seeing Lorenzo been taking away, Fraser's grey eyes are still curved into mine, waiting for something I don't even know how to deliver.

"L-Let's see where you are hurt." His whole body is painted in blood. Some of them are his but I know most of them are from others. He doesn't stop me when I drag him to his room. 

He sighs pulling off his shirt. "I'm fine, you know."

"Shhh. Let me help." Before I start to lose my mind again. I don't say that aloud though. Leaving him to get the medicines, I think back to what happened with Adam. Was he telling the truth? Did I miss something? What's wrong with me? So many questions...By the time, I have found the first-aid box, I find the shower already running.

I am halfway there to barge in when I hear a familiar shrill. The ringtone of my phone. Which I left here recklessly before I left to find Adam. Part of me thinks maybe it's him, but when I pick the damn thing up, it's a totally different voice.

"Agent Becker?"

It takes me a second to realize that it's my director. Who I should have called in the first place right after Lorenzo was taken. But for him to seek me out like this...it's strange and totally out of his character. 

I manage to crock out an answer. "Yes, I'm here." 

"Lorenzo Vedi is currently in our headquarter." He pauses breathing out. "Where you should be right now. But you are not."

"I-" What excuses should I give him? Glancing at the still shut door, I admit. "I am still in the clubhouse."

"Right. The clubhouse. Your job there is done. You know that right?" 

Done?

My stomach drops. Done. Lorenzo Vedi is caught. I'm done. But am I really?

He continues even if I'm already thinking of a way to say goodbye without breaking down. "I have your papers ready. Your five years of suspension letter will be sent to your address. After that, you are welcome to join anytime. Hello, Agent Becker, are you hearing me?"

"Yes, yes, I am." 

I am not. I don't want to.

"You will drive Lorenzo Vedi from the headquarter to the prison tomorrow. The court date is coming up soon, I need him to confess about all the ledgers we found from the warehouse and who he was connecting with." 

Somehow I give a half-assed reply to all of his words when he hangs up with a tense goodbye. I have not even thrown the phone in the bed, that I see Fraser leaving the bathroom in a towel hanging from his waist.

"Everything ok?" He asks when he sees me still standing there looking at him. What the hell am I going to tell him? That I'm leaving soon? 

Would he even care?

"Olive?"

"I'm fine. Just let me help." Without letting him talk, I've made him sit on the messed up bed. He stares at me in question but I blindly tug the box open to take the gauge and disinfectants. His chest is free of scars but I can't say the same thing about his shoulder. It looks like someone has torn the skin apart. Even if he just showered, blood drips from the wound making me get the rug to clean it up.