Chapter 137

Myles POV

Bruno and Dean had their rifles pointed at me. My shoulder burned where Knox’s bullet had torn through with blood soaking my shirt. Serena was screaming as Knox dragged her toward the exit and my whole body shook with rage, but I forced my voice steady.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said, low and calm. “There’s still time to stop it. Put the guns down. Walk away and I’ll let you live.”

Dean laughed so hard he almost doubled over.

“You? Let us live? Fuck you, Voss. You’re not the Reaper anymore. You’re a washed-up corpse. You were the boss once, but look at you now. Shot, bleeding, begging and so pathetic.”

Bruno joined in with a sick grin.

“Man, I used to fear your name. Myles Voss, the Reaper of Hellfangs. Every street whispered it but now? You’re nothing. A disgrace and a dog crawling back for scraps.”

Their voices echoed in my head with Reaper. Disgrace and pathetic. They thought I was finished but that was their mistake