Reaper series book 4 Apprentice Killers isavailable now!As Brody reflects on his life, he begins to realize that his mentor’sinfluence may have impaired his judgment.
‘Two for the price of one.’
When Brody receives a cryptic message from the newest of the Snuff program
inductees, his memories are stirred. People and places, he hadn’t thought about
in years awaken the most dormant of his emotions, and the present becomes
blurred with the past. Not wanting to risk the life of the only person he cares
about, he leaves Zeus behind to fight the pharmaceutical giant, for what he
believes will be the last time.
Brody caught a glimpse of auburn hair—sunlit hues of radiant red. The young
woman held a bag of groceries to her partially exposed chest as she exited the
store. She had a vivacious air, bright smile, and perky bounce in her step that
caused her ponytail to swish her sun-kissed shoulders. He followed her out of the
supermarket into a parking lot lined with dry grass and giant trees. Most were of
the nut variety, and dehydrated seedpods littered the ground.
He sat on a wood bench, slats faded where the lacquer had rubbed off.
Screwed to the backrest was a dedication plaque in oxidized brass that read, ‘In
loving memory of Sadie Ketchum.’ He wondered briefly who Sadie Ketchum was
when he noticed subtle movement in his peripheral. “I knew a girl similar in
appearance,” he said.
The young woman got into a compact, blue, European-model car.
“When was that?” Zeus sat down on his right, dropped a bag of groceries
between his runners, and lit a cigarette.
“I get the feeling your memories aren’t pleasant.”
“Jessica Humboldt was a remarkable bully.”
“God, I can’t stand bullies.” Zeus flicked ash at the ground and took another
“Don’t misconstrue my choice of adjective. I despise those who prey on the
weak. But her strength of purpose fascinated me.”
“Well, good. For a moment there I thought you’d gone soft on me.”
He noted the mordant ring in his lover’s tone; Zeus was evolving. The more
confidence he acquired the more openly he spoke his mind. He watched the blue
car merge into the traffic. “She believed her superior intellect gave her privilege,
and she turned humiliation into an art form. She could pinpoint her victim’s
Achilles’ heel. It was the leverage she used to terrorize.”
Zeus looked at him. “So what did she do to you?”
The question didn’t catch him off-guard, however, it did trigger a physical
response. He felt an ache in the center of his chest that he could only associate
with an emotional loss. He’d experienced it just once before. “It isn’t what she
did, it’s who she did it to.”
Brody blinked slowly, and when he opened his eyes the environment around
him had changed. He was in the second-floor hallway of his high school, and a
girl with the same auburn hair was inside a nearby classroom. Jessica’s
expression wasn’t congenial like the smile of the woman from the supermarket;
instead, her mouth was curled in a vicious snarl. The girl seated in front of her
covered her face with her hands. Over a period of two semesters, he’d watched
Jessica systematically torment a number of students both male and female.
Jessica yelled and slapped the girl. Teary-eyed, the girl slid her tremulous
hands higher, shielding her head. The others teenagers in the classroom feigned
ignorance. They looked out the windows, buried their heads in books, or
continued to eat their lunch. No one dared to get involved. Brody didn’t feel
anything in particular for the victim. But he felt something simmering deep
within for the bully.
Rising from his slouched position against the wall, he stared at Jessica. When
she noticed him, she froze with her fist in the air, and her already stern lip line
soured to that of aversion. She grabbed her knapsack and burst into the hallway.
As he knew she would, she’d come to confront him. The coldness in her glare told
him everything, but he wasn’t fazed. Again, his mind elicited no emotional
response. And his heart continued to beat at a relaxed and steady rate.
“You’d better mind your own business, geek.” She jerked her thumb towards
the classroom. “If not, you’ll get worse than she did.”
“Prepare yourself,” he said evenly.
She stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and after a moment’s pause
turned around. “What the fuck did you say?”
Everyone in the classroom watched, their curiosity growing by the second.
“To simplify: you don’t scare me. Threaten her once more and I will kill you.”
She didn’t move, and she didn’t show any obvious signs of fear. However, he
did observe a slight tremble in her hand as her grip tightened on her knapsack
strap, and her pupils dilated. He sensed a rise in her pulse and a hesitation to
react. She was terrified and debating her odds.
Sliding his hands into his hip pockets, he bent closer and flashed a grin. “I
can see straight through you, bitch.”
She leaned backwards, trepidation growing in her eyes, and nervously
barked, “If you know what’s good for you—you’ll just stay the fuck away from me,
He watched as she strode to the end of the hallway and descended a wide set
Zeus bent forward, dropped his butt, and mashed it under the grinding
pressure of his shoe. “I’m guessing she didn’t stop after that.”
“The trouble escalated. The only deduction I could make was that she’d seen
“Cody and I.”
“I take it he was the high school boyfriend.”
Blak Rayne is an author of gay romance. She loves to write and believes it’s
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