WIDOW
Reaper looked ready to punch somebody as the Savage Saints disappeared down the highway. Judging by his tightening jaw, I suspected he was making a list, and naturally, I hoped my name wasn't on it.
“You always look that constipated when someone disagrees with you, or is today special?” I asked, smoking my cigarette.
“Do you ever shut the f**k up?” He asked.
“Occasionally, usually when I'm sleeping or someone has their mouth occupied.” I said.
Viper coughed to hide a laugh, while Storm suddenly became fascinated by the fuel pump.
“You're exhausting.” Reaper said.
“And you're welcome. Some people pay good money for entertainment.” I said.
“I'm beginning to understand why Crow wants you dead.” He said.
“Careful, sweetheart. Someone might think you're worried about me.” I said
