Chapter 67 Jax
Hell and earth rumbled beneath our feet as we pulled up half a mile to the abandoned industrial building. “You stay here.” I grabbed on to Faye’s wrists and cuffed them tight, knowing I would never hear the end of this. The betrayal was written across her pretty little face, cutting me deep.
“What the fuck, Jax!” She was furious, and she had every right to be, but she would have to get over it. Nobody would be touching a hair on my little ljos.
“I said you could come, I never said you could be involved. I told you, Faye, I won’t see you hurt.
” I lifted Faye’s five-foot-three frame over my broad shoulder like a child while she kicked and screamed.
She was no match for my physical strength.
I silently prayed to Odin, hoping she wouldn’t turn me into a toad or some bullshit later.
“You fucking bastard!” Faye shouted, trying to pound my back with her cuffed wrists as hard as she could, not even making a bruise across my Reaper flesh.
“We almost lost Birdie, and I’m not going to lose you!” I connected the cuffs, securing her to my Harley.
“You are not leaving me here, you fucker. I should have known. Gods dammit, Grimwood!” Faye tried to find a way out of her cuffs, causing the bike to nearly tip over. Raquel snickered.
“You really expect my prima to stay here chained up to this bike?” Lava seeped out of every word as they spewed from her mouth.
“Yes, I do, Rocky, because your cousin has this peculiar hobby called not listening.” I walked away from Raquel, already at peace with my decision. Please don’t turn me into a toad later.
“Listen, you Reaper shit-stain, you don’t bark orders at me!” Rocky flashed her black eyes at me like it would do something. I smirked at her in amusement.
“Calm down, vicious, he’s only trying to protect her.” Creed mistakenly intervened.
“The only person who’s going to need protection is you once she sees herself out of those cuffs, and I’ll be right there to witness your demise,” Rocky rebutted.
Creed and Rocky stood off before one another, challenging each other with liquid lava hate.
Creed’s skeletal Reaper transcended from his dark shadows. “Are you challenging me, witch?” Creed growled, accepting the challenge.
“The fight would have to be fair for it to be a challenge, Reaper.” Rocky sucked her teeth in annoyance and twirled her black onyx eyes.
“There will be no fighting between spell binders and Grims today,” I interjected, coming between Creed and Rocky. “Remember why we’re here, brother.” I tapped my brother’s face lightly, giving him a look that said, “I’m not having any of this rivalry today.”
“Are we done fighting, love birds, or can we go reap some fucking souls?” Ryker mocked them both.
“He’s right,” Faye agreed, looking at Rocky and giving her a nod as if telling her to back off.
“Our prima is in there. We need to get her and the others to safety.” Faye blew her long bangs out of her left eye.
“So everyone just shut the fuck up and do what we came here to do.” She breathed heavy, cuffed to my Harley, looking defeated.
My insides recoiled, knowing I would have to make up for this later.
I was also possibly a little terrified. Truthfully, could I blame her?
“Yes, ma’am,” Creed concurred, strapping his daggers to his leather boot.
“I know you’re infuriated with me, Faye, but you’ll thank me after everyone is safe.”
I tried to kiss her cheek but she pulled away from me. Ouch.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes at me.
“Kiss me. I could very well meet my end,” I teased. I grasped her chin with my finger and thumb, trying to get my little light to look at me. Fuck, it pained me to see her hurt as if I’m betraying her like no other has.
“Jaxon, now is not the time for jokes. And, Reapers can’t die.” She looked at me, annoyed.
“I mean… that’s not entirely true,” Ryker corrected. “It’s our bodies that die, but our souls pass on to Valhalla, where we finish our sentence to Odin in the realms.”
Faye peered over at Ryker like she wanted to splinter every nerve in his body. It turned me on. Even on the brink of a murder spree, I wanted her. She was my very own kryptonite.
“Ryker, I love you, I do, but I’m so sick of you having the answer to literally everything in the worst scenarios ever,” Faye grumbled.
“I mean, shouldn’t you be thanking me?” Ryker shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
We all snickered and then fell silent. He was right, without him, we couldn’t have done any of this.
“You all go. I’ll be fine here.” Faye’s words unsettled every nerve in my body. Why wasn’t she fighting? What was my little witch up to?
Raquel looked at me with uncertainty, as the rest nodded at me in reassurance.
“It’s time,” I commanded.
Ryker quickly began typing a secret code into his tech watch that looked like it came out of the movie Inspector Gadget.
My brother never ceased to amaze me by always being the brains of the operations.
He typed away in a frenzy with his black gloves.
“Annnd we’re in.” He motioned as the heavy metal industrial doors suddenly unlocked.
“Time to cut the lights.” Ryker turned his attention back to his tech watch and entered another code.
The clicking of the buttons was riding my patience thin. I could smell all the mucky damned souls from here, the scent making my Grim famished. The building went pitch black and fell eerily silent.
“Time to hunt.” Creed rabidly licked his lips. Our shadows swirled in thick clouds, casting out of our human forms. Our giant skeletal Reapers screeched in fury. Onyx vines surrounded our bodies—slithering, waiting to molt a soul and send it to its end.
“I’m going in around the back, you three go in through the front,” I ordered everyone to their positions.
Raquel’s eyes shifted, dark as the midnight sky, with no light in sight. She flexed her hands and bolts of electricity emerged from her palms.
“Interesting.” Creed took note of her power.
Raquel looked as if she could make Death itself run away in horror.
I bent down to Faye and grabbed her face, not giving her a chance out of this one. Faye refused to look at me, killing me. My regret grew bile in my throat. “I promise I will bring Penny back to you.” I tried to calm the fury pumping in her blood stream.
“You better, or I’ll kill you myself, Reaper.”
I winced at the words my stubborn little witch said to me and sighed.
I was ready to end these fucks and get my girl back home to our daughter.
This would require many spankings later, and I would not be holding back.
Usually when we reap, we make it fast. We quickly dispose of the corpses and fill our empty appetites with their souls.
But for Vadon, I was going to give him a very slow, excruciating death.
I would enjoy every moment. I’m going to watch with pure delight as he begs for his god’s mercy, while mine laughs.