Chapter 121
Author: Gem
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They barely made it past the chain-link fence when the sound hit them.

Not sirens. Not bullets.

Clapping.

Slow. Mocking. Sharp enough to slice through the adrenaline crackling in their veins.

Davion spun around, yanking Beverly behind him. The SUV screeched to a halt behind them, Wilson yelling something, but his voice was drowned out by the thump of blood in Davion’s ears.

A figure stepped out of the dark like a movie villain who didn’t get the memo that reality wasn’t supposed to be this dramatic.

Lean. Hoodie half-zipped. Combat boots worn down by years of bad choices. That smug, tired smile on his face like he’d been waiting all his life just to ruin Davion’s day.

“Reaper,” Davion said, voice cold.

Beverly stiffened. “No freaking way.”

“I’ve been waiting, Romeo,” Reaper drawled, voice rough like gravel soaked in venom. “You kept me waiting.”

Davion didn’t move. His jaw clenched so tight, his teeth might crack.

“Get in the car,” he told Beverly, not looking at her.

“Not a chance,”
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