(Eleven years ago)
Grayson
I put a bullet through my brother's head and watch the life bleed out of his eyes. I wait, just to be sure he's not getting back up.
Sixteen years old, and I've already learned not to take chances.
Not to miss—even an inch.
That was the last Reaper who betrayed us. The last snake in the clubhouse pretending to wear the same patch as me.
Everyone else is gone. All that's left is my father.
I shove the gun back into my waistband and head for the basement, where King's been carving answers out of my father for hours.
"King. Enough." My tone leaves no room for argument.
He steps aside, blood slick on his hands, face splattered, shirt soaked through—every inch of him reeking of violence and vengeance.
The m******e's over. Bodies are scattered everywhere, bu
