Reaper Mine: A Reaper Novel by Christie Palmer Page B

wasn’t about to back down or give him an inch of ground.
    The Freak growled low in his throat, reaching up and pulling the scythe free, he tossed it into the shadows of the hotel parking lot. “I am going to make you suffer.”
    Victor shrugged, ignoring the pain it caused. “It will take more than just you to bring me down. Did you bring along some friends?”
    He nailed the beast with a superman punch as it rushed him. Then nailed it with a swift kick to the stomach. It doubled the Freak over and Victor swept his legs out from beneath him. Victor acknowledged he needed to keep the upper hand. Keeping the thing on the ground until he found his scythe was going to be a problem. Victor stomped on one bare orange leg making the Freak roar in pain. The thing rolled trying to get away from Victor’s combat boot. It swept one meaty arm out taking Victor off his own feet. Victor hit the ground hard and rolled away. Just as another arm came down trying to smash his head into the ground.
    They both rolled free, and back onto their feet. Breathing heavily they glared at each other. Victor very much wanted his scythe so he could bury the damn thing in the Freak’s chest. And by the look the Freak was giving him he wanted to break Victor in half.
    “Give me the girl, and I don’t have to hurt you any further,” It snarled spitting out blood.
    This time it was Victor who laughed. “Who said I was hurt?” Victor asked, showing the rough Reaper smile they were all known for.
    The Freak didn’t appreciate it and rushed Victor slamming into him. He drove them both back and into a cement post. Victor felt like his spine might have just been crushed but it didn’t stop Victor from fighting. Victor leaned back and drove a fist directly into the ear of his opponent.
    The Freak howled, so Victor followed it up with a punch to his Adam’s apple. Shutting him up rather quickly as the Freak gasped and gurgled. The thing released Victor and stumbled back holding his throat.
    Victor pushed himself to his feet and went in search of his scythe, time to cut the damn things head off. He was done playing with it. And how much longer before the mortals came looking for what was making so much noise?
    The Freak slammed into Victor just when he found his damn scythe, knocking the air from his lungs again. “Damn it.” Victor tried to breathe, but it came out like a gust of air.
    He hated to admit it, but this piece of shit was kicking his ass. It head butted him in the back of the skull and Victor saw stars and hit the ground. He couldn’t kill this thing on his own and he wasn’t sure what chapped him more about that, but he did know when to call for help.
    “Christian, Celeste,” he muttered around gasps of air as he tried to push himself to his feet. But the thing was still on his back. But he felt more than saw his siblings arrive and then the Freak was off of him, and someone was slipping an arm around him. “Lean on me.” Celeste whispered urgently.
    “Kill it,” he said to Christian.
    Christian looked over at the Freak and grimaced. “What is it?”
    The beast growled and barreled at Christian, the other Reaper was taken by surprise at how fast the Freak was and didn’t move as a shoulder was buried in his stomach and he was pile driven into the gravel parking lot. Victor couldn’t help it he got a little pleasure out of it.
    “Mother fu…” Victor winced when Christian’s words were broken off by a fist to his face.
    Victor pushed away from Celeste, motioning for her to help their brother out. “You should probably help him.”
    Celeste smiled, and leaned Victor against the SUV she turned to the Freak and pulled out a short sword from each boot and charged with a smile on her face.
    The beast’s eyes rounded at her. And was standing there bleeding from several spots before his fight reflexes kicked in. A meaty fist came out and glanced off of Celeste’s shoulder. She was fast, and he looked like he might be shadow