Putting his arm over his eyes, Reaper felt Viper’s pain as much as he tried to block it out. His brother and all The Last Riders kept trying to bridge the growing disconnect between them. They had wanted to make a move on Raff and Ink months ago, yet he had wanted to wait. The two men were too used to Slate calling their every move. He wanted his revenge on Ink and Raff, but he wanted Slate more. They would be easy to find, going back and forth to different hangouts. It was Slate who was proving elusive.
Slate was the reason he couldn’t sleep. He was the reason for his nightmares. And the biggest reason of all—one that he hadn’t told Viper or any of The Last Riders—was that Slate knew he was coming for him, that he wouldn’t stop unless the earth no longer existed. The only way Slate was going to save his own life was to take himself out first. Reaper would use any means possible, even using any of The Last Riders, to draw him out.
Calder had told him about the Silva Cartel when he had been in rehab, and how The Last Riders, Destructors, Blue Horseman, and the Predators had banded together to defeat the cartel. Now, coming out of having to deal with that, Reaper was determined to find Slate before The Last Riders would have to live with the threat of him striking out at them because of him. Gavin had failed; Reaper wouldn’t make the same mistake. This time when Slate or one of his half-baked minions came for him, he wouldn’t be a man. He would be the Reaper.
* * *
Taking his soda and hot dog from the concession stand, Raff watched the ass of the woman ahead of him as he returned to the bench by the pool. Giving a sigh of regret when the sexy woman slipped into the pool, he sat down next to his cousin.
“You bring me a hot dog?”
Raff shoved half of it inside his mouth, biting it off. He gave the other half to his cousin.
“I don’t want it after you put your mouth on it.” The eighteen-year-old gave a whistle as a hot mama walked by them, holding her toddler’s hand.
“Damn.” Raff took a drink of his soda before eating the other half of his hot dog. “I’ve got to get me some pussy. You better come through tonight, because that bitch you brought home last night was useless. The only one who got laid was you,” he complained, finishing his drink while pulling the leg of his swimsuit down.
A grey-haired bitch hanging onto the side of the pool gave him a disapproving frown.
“Can you blame her? You’re ugly as fuck. You could have at least put on a clean shirt.”
“I was going to be naked when I fucked her,” he joked, throwing his trash away.
“You ready to go? I thought you wanted to lay low.”
“Been laying low; that’s why I haven’t gotten laid. Nothing going to happen to me here. Besides, I heard the fucker I’ve been dodging is doing rehab in New Zealand.”
“You must have fucked him up good.”
“You know it … in more ways than one.” He laughed.
Standing, he eyed a blonde with tits the size of boulders.
“Going for a swim. You see any of those men that I showed you pictures of around, pretend you’re drowning.”
“I’d have to be in the water for that. I told you I don’t swim. I just came here to have your back and watch ass.”
“Just make fucking sure you’re watching my back and not watching ass when I’m swimming.”
“Cuz, go swimming. I can do two things at once. Besides, there’s only like twenty dudes here. Any of them get near you, you’ll see them coming.”
His cousin was right. Scanning the pool area, he didn’t see a man who resembled Gavin, nor did he see any of The Last Riders. Crash had given them pictures so they would be familiar with them.
Sliding into the tepid water, Raff swam to the middle of the swimming pool toward Boulder Tits. He was showing off his swimming skills when he felt a jerk on his ankle pull him under the water.
Fighting the downward motion of going under, Raff opened his mouth to scream and swallowed water instead. Dragged farther down, he started to fight, his arms and legs flaying under the water.
His eyes flew open when he felt himself turned, his back pressing the bottom of the eleven-foot-deep pool. Water bubbles came out of his mouth when he saw who was drowning him.
Gavin stared back at him, hatred glaring out of his eyes as he used his legs and chest to keep him pinned under the water.
The bubbles came out slower and slower from his mouth as he lost oxygen. Raff felt his eyes bulge as his lungs tried to breathe. His last thought wasn’t about himself, but fucking Slate. He deserted them to go his own way. He deserved what was fucking coming for him ….