look up at me. “This is a party Mason. What kind of hostess would I be if I didn’t get drunk and dance on some tables? Besides, we have our whole lives for me to show you that pleasure.”
“You’re goddamn right we do.”
The end.
REAPER
Prologue
“I do.” The words left her lips without so much as a single thought. We’ve loved each other since we were kids. She was everything to me then and she still is.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
With a smile plastered on may face I take her face in my hands, lean in, and kiss my wife. My wife. I like the sound of that.
“May I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Roland Sanders,” the priest announces.
I pull away from Molly with a smile on my face. She beams with happiness every bride should have on her wedding day. We’ve planned this for so long and put so much into it. It doesn’t matter that we’re only twenty-two years old. What matters is that I love this woman more than I’ve ever loved anything else in the world. I grab her hand in mine and walk us down the aisle, surrounded by our friends and family cheering. Once we get outside and into the back of the limo I grab her and kiss her hard.
“I love you so much Mols.” Her lips find mine in another urgent kiss that nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
“I love you too. Where are we going for our honeymoon?” she asks me anxiously.
I chuckle and pull her closer. “Wherever you want baby. The world is ours.”
Holding my Molly in my arms like this is pure fucking heaven. There is nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do for her. Nowhere I wouldn’t go. She means everything to me. I know we both have our demons, but together we are unstoppable.
“Roland?” Molly asks from her place in my arms.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we could move?”
“Anywhere you want to baby.”
“Do you think he’d find us?”
I let out a sigh and press my lips into the top of her hair.
“I won’t let him.”
Chapter 1
Reaper
The sparks from the welding machine flicker and burn my skin. I welcome the pain, it’s a reminder of what I had and what I’d lost. A reminder of everything I want to forget. It’s a reminder of the ache in my chest that still pisses me off. Why can’t I shake her? She’s nothing to me anymore, but for some reason that lingering ache just sits there day after day. Nothing eases it. Nothing makes it better. I can drink until I lose days, fuck until my dick hurts, but the ache is still there.
“Hey Ink, pass me that piece of metal,” I call out.
He reaches down grabbing the piece I need before passing it to me. Adding it to the piece I already have welded in place, I grin. If this doesn’t conceal the shit we’re moving then nothing will.
“You weldin’ that under the trucks?” Ink squats next to me and asks. I pull the welding mask off and toss it to the side.
“Yeah. Won’t be shit that’s able to get in there, you add waterproof bags in those and you won’t have shit happen to the product movin’ up north,” Ink chuckles picking up one of my finished pieces.
“You’re pretty fuckin’ handy with that machine,” he mumbles.
I chuckle and grab another piece ready to make a few more cases. Moving drugs up north from Miami has always been a risk. Most cops know where to look. I like to make them work to find it. I also like making money, which is exactly why I do this. Welding hidden compartments is my specialty. You need it well hidden, then you call me.
“Think this will work for people?” Ink chuckles.
“How the hell are you gonna hide a body under a fuckin’ truck brother?”
“I didn’t say a whole body. Think pieces.” When I look up I can see he’s serious as he eyes the piece of metal in his hand.
“Suppose if you pack it the same way,” I tell him as I pull a cigarette out of the pack and light it up.
“Might come in handy, yeah?” He just looks at me. I nod once before blowing out a ring of smoke.
“You think you could work the inside of a box truck?”
His question catches my attention. Shoving off the stool I’ve been sitting on I stand and stretch my back. With my cigarette hanging between my lips I shrug.