A/N: ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT BEFORE THE EPILOGUE🤪💚 ENJOY THE LAST CHAPTER! I love you guys!💚

"The boys are ready, has he given you the location yet?" I looked up from my phone, Reaper entering his office like the boss that he is.

"He has but it doesn't take place until seven in the evening." I nodded, glancing at Jett who still looked pale.

When I called Reaper, I was expecting him to downright reject my call for help but instead he gave me their location and told me he'll be waiting.

Casper was safely in my abode with grumpy, Neo and Peggy were there to babysit him. Mom and Jack would be home at five and they wouldn't be left alone for that long.

He took a walkie talkie on his back pocket before muttering."Skit, Come." A few moments later, a tattooed guy with a laptop on his hand entered.

"Tell him the location." Reaper said, nodding his head to me.

I offered him a polite smile, telling him the address. Skit typed furiously on his laptop for a few minutes before he sat back smugly and grinned at Reaper.

He leaned down and looked into the screen, I couldn't help but stand up too and stare. My eyes widened when I saw that it was satellite view of the location.

It looked like an old road and trees were surrounding us. It was about an hour drive from our location and add thirty minutes more near the station. Shit. I'm having a bad feeling about this.

"Let's go sweetheart and you lad," He turned to Jett who gulped."You're meeting my fraters." Reaper didn't wait up and walked out with Skit.

Jett walked up to me, his eyes cautious."Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asks, making me roll my eyes.

"At least try to look like you have some balls Jett. You're cowering like a puppy." I commented, earning a blush from him.

"I can't fucking help it cherry. Do you know who these guys are? They're called the fucking riders of hell and that's for a reason." He whispered, his blue eyes wide.

I couldn't help but giggle and looped an arm around his."Don't worry Jett. I won't ask Reaper help if I knew he isn't to be trusted." I assured him before pulling him out of the room.

Jett let out a squeak before letting me drag him. We turned to a hallway before seeing Reaper standing in front of a door.

He raised a bushy brow, his lips in an amused smirk."Done hyping the little lad sweetheart?"

Jett straightened up slightly and let his lips form in a grim line. I shook my head at this before turning to Reaper with a smile.

"Yep, now, let's get on with it Reaper." Reaper nodded before entering the room.

My eyes widened at the design of the room. The walls were painted all black and an awesome fire were painted on the lower half of it, making it look like it was burning and licking away the darkness.

There was a u-shapes conference table in the middle of it with 3 chairs on each side and one in the middle.

All Six of those chair were occupied by gruff yet handsome looking men that made me blush at their obvious stare, Skit being one of them.

It felt like an interview as both of us sat in front of the table where two vacant seats were placed.

Reaper took a seat on the middle and almost immediately, everybody turned their attention to him and settled down.

"Habeat ad unionem duarum quia hodie." Reaper said, eyeing his guys.

(Union has two purpose for today)

The guys didn't bother to reply and merely stared at him. Jett and I glanced at one another before shrugging.

"One is helping a friend of mine." He glanced at me briefly, before a dark smile graced his lips."Second, we catch one of the leaders of those underground thugs."

That earned a smirk from each of the bikers and nodded to themselves. I couldn't help but feel reassured that my plan would work out.

"Sweetheart is that friend of mine." He turned to me, all the attention following suit.

I let a smile grace my lips, making sure not to cower."You can call me OZ and no I ain't gonna tell you my real name."

Their smirk widened and only Reaper grinned at me, already having the privilege to know what my real name was.

"I can work on that little red." One of the guy said, an obvious accent on his voice.

I leaned back in my seat and rose a daring brow."Well, are you ready to get on your knees and beg then?"

A round of chuckles resonated in the room, Mr. Accent giving me a wolfish grin. Reaper tapped a hand on the table, the attention turning to him.

"Remy Thompson. That's the guy we're catching tonight. He has kidnapped two of sweetheart's friend. Tyrone Adler and his son, Aron Thompson. This will be strictly a retrieval."

They let out a groan making Reaper roll his eyes. One of the bikers moved forward in their seat, placing a hand on the table.

"We're going against one of the underground leaders? Man, we'd be shooting rubber bullets while they try to kill us with their real bullets." He huffed, the protest growing louder.

In an instance, Reaper slammed a hand on the table. Throwing a glare at each one of them, they didn't even cower while Jett here somehow shuffled closer to me.

"The Sherif son's is in stake here. As much as I'd love to kill those filthy fuckers, we can't risk a civilian and an important one at that." He snapped, the room becoming silent.

"If we succeed this then the station would help vouch us in the upper chambers to become officially legal." He continued, making the others perk up.

"What's the plan?" A guy who looked like could crush me with only his hand piped in.

Reaper nodded, his features going back to normal. Damn, I can tell why he's name after that, one look and it feels like he's gonna take your soul.

"The location is an hour away from ours while it'll take another extra thirty minutes for those who are in the station." Reaper said, before turning to Stig.

Skit had his focus completely on his laptop, his lip ring glinting in the light."It's an old road where it was closed due to the dangerous rocks falling from the mountains along the way. It's a perfect spot for them to perform a crime." He said, making me scowl.

"The exchange will be at 007 and I want the thralls to locate hiding spots for snipers and Wrath, you scout the area there." Reaper turned to the guy who asked the plan.

"Did you managed to break down the code in the USB?" I asked, Skit's stare turning to me.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair."I have, it was filled with evidences against Remy. His son is smart enough to have a back-up."

I couldn't help but smile at that, indeed Aron was smart at that. Crossing a leg across the other, I smirked darkly.

"I have a plan. Reaper, are you willing to listen to it?" I asked, my voice firm.

He smirked, leaned back in his seat."You have our attention sweetheart."

I pulled the cap lower on my face, my eyes taking in the bumpy road and trees that made everything look even more sinister.

My eyes glanced at Casper who sat on the passenger seat before taking a deep breath and tried to relax my shoulders.

There was no heat from the sun but I felt a sweat slide down between my cleavage. Was it from the nerves?

I stepped on the brake in surprise, a gasp leaving my mouth at the sight of a bloodied and beat up Tyrone and Aron who kneeled on the ground.

There were buff men that was scattered across the road and two men stood next to Remy Thompson.

"Calm down cherry." Jett said through the ear-speaker that I had on me. I clenched my jaw, reeling in my emotions and did my best to warp my expression like Tyrone's famous blank ones

"We're in position sweet heart, do as planned and we'll get this son of a bitch." Reaper's voice sent me the encouragement that I needed.

I went quickly turned the ignition off and unstrapped my seatbelt. Opening the car door, I hopped out of the car. A smile graced Remy's face as I made my way to the passenger seat.

I pulled Casper's hood down before pulling me gently to him, I rested his head on my shoulders and wrapped his arm around my neck. I, then closed the car door and turned to Remy and his goons.

My headlights was on and I saw the shadow being formed from my body covering it slightly. Remy stepped forward and opened his arms wide as if offering a hug.

"Splendid Evening Ms. Smith. I see that my son has taken a liking to you." He nodded his head to the way his head were nestled to the crook of my neck.

"D-Don't Zoe!" Aron weakly shouted, trying to breakfree from the binds.

I ignored him, sending him a mental apology in my head."Let them go." I firmly said, my eyes straying away from their weak forms.

"Them? It was only Tyrone that I'm going to set free Ms. Smith." He said, raising a brow.

I placed a hand behind Casper's head."Both or I won't hesistate to go back from where I came from." I threatened, taking a step back.

"You know I could just get him from you with force right?" He scowled, his gold jewelries glinting from the light.

I smirked."But you wouldn't because deep down, you don't want to hurt Casper. I mean, he's your only heir at the moment Mr. Thompson." I coldly said, narrowing my eyes.

He let out a heartily laugh that brought nothing but chills down my spine."You are indeed a unique one Ms. Smith. You have my respect." He then nodded to one of his goons.

They took a hold of them through their arm, bringing them towards Mr. Thompson. My concern was growing every second, they were bruised everywhere and random parts of their shirt had blood in it. Once they were near Remy, I met them halfway and stopped in front of the bitch.

"You really think this could get you off the case? You fucking kidnapped the sheriff son's Mr. Thompson. It seems that you aren't that intellectual like you look." I commented, glancing at his suit with distaste.

He smiled, his pearly teeth on view."That's my problem to solve Ms. Smith. Now, hand my son over." The smile dropped, his lips pulling up in a sneer.

"N-No! Leave Casper out of this Remy! He's your fucking son!" Aron protested, blood spewing from his mouth.

Remy's expression hardened before he turned to him with anger."And as a son, it's his obligation to take over everything since you're nothing but a failure Aron." He snapped, making Aron spat near at his shoes.

"Coming from a dad who's even more of a failure than his son." He shot back and the slap that resonated in the silent night made me flinch.

Aron smiled, his bloodied teeth on view and it reminded me of the moments he wasn't in our side."Who's the guilty one now?"

Remy nodded at the goons that were holding Aron and Tyrone up before he letting them go, their body immediately dropping to the ground. Aron craned his head up, meeting my eyes.

"Thank you Zoe." He said, his green eyes regarding me with warmth.

Remy turned to me, his eyes narrowed."What does he mean by that?"

Just like that, his goons let out a small yelps before they started to drop one by one on the ground. Remy looked around in confusion and I quickly took that as my advantage and kicked him on straight on his stomach making him fall to the ground in surprise.

Pulling Casper away from me, I was greeted by the face of a fake human teddy bear. Taking the handkerchief from his hoodie, I quickly walked up to Remy who was gasping for breath at the force of my kick.

I scowled at him, placing it on his nose. He placed a hand on my wrist tightly and tried to push me away but I held firmly on it before he started to lose consciousness.

Reaper and his bikers started to pop up from their hiding spot. The sound of the police and ambulance can be heard from the distance.

Jett pulled me in for a short hug, relief flooding in me. I wasn't stupid, I knew Remy wouldn't let us go even if I gave him Casper.

That's why I bought a fake human teddy bear and wore a hoodie over it, casper's pants, and shoes. We stuffed clothes inside the hoodie to make it snug and appear like Casper's body.

The hoodie preventing them from seeing the true form of it. I made it look like he was asleep and they fell for it.

Besides, I've read too many books and watched movies to know that Remy was the type of business man who'd gladly leave no traces.

I made Skit send all the evidences to the police with the location. I knew Stephan wouldn't waste a second and come here knowing that something bad happened since they didn't show up when they were supposed to be.

They all started to zip tie the unconscious goons, dragging them without a care. Reaper and I made eye contact, giving me a warm smile and I knew he could see the thankfulness in my expression.

Jett and I quickly walked up to the duo, who was already swaying as they stood up. I couldn't imagine the pain that they're going through.

Still, I walked up to the both of them, stood on my tiptoes and wrapped an arm around their neck and pulled them in a hug.

They let out a grunt, both their head resting on my shoulders and I didn't care that they were bloodied. I was happy that they were safe and everything went according to plan.

"I'm so fucking glad you're okay!" I breathed out, each of my hand resting gently at the back of their heads.

Aron snorted."If okay is trying not to give in to the black spots we're surely both seeing then, thank God indeed."

I pulled back, glaring at him. Tyrone placed a hand on my cheek, my gaze turning to him. Just like that, I was drowning in the familiar chocolate orbs of my carrot.

He wasn't exactly looking good right now but he's still my carrot and when a smile graced his lips, damn it, he still manages to bring the whole zoo in me.

I let him pull me in for a tight hug, feeling him press a soft kiss on my head."Thank you radish. You're my fucking hero." He muttered, making me giggle.

The sirens grew louder and I knew it was seconds before they would arrive. Aron was fake gagging on the side as I pulled away.

"Don't thank me, I was just a part of it. Thank all of them," I smiled, referring to Reaper, his awesome bikers, and Jett.

He was about to reply when loud shots resonated in behind us. I didn't have time to react when Tyrone and I were pushed to ground.

I felt my head hit the ground harshly, Tyrone's body crushing me. A loud bang resonated in the air before someone let out a grunt. I gasped turning to the side and seeing Reaper throw a punch to Remy's face who had a gun on his hand.

Jett helped Tyrone and I up before the sight that greeted me made me cry. Aron was on the ground, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

I rushed up to him, kneeling at his figure."Aron! Are you okay? Shit! We have to stop the bleeding." I said, pressing my hand to the wound gently.

Red. The sight of blood staining his shirt even more made my heart drop. I tried not to panicked and stop the bleeding.

Tyrone kneeled on the other side, Jett shouting for help."Can you hear me A? Hey, don't fucking close your eyes!" Tyrone said, looming over at him.

Aron weakly chuckled before wincing in pain."D-Don't worry, I'm fine. It's something that I can handle." He assured but his voice was pained.

"You fucker! Why did you do that?" I couldn't help but cry, tears starting to streaming down my face.

He can't die. I promised Casper that I'll bring his brother home. Aron already had lost his own share of blood and I knew this was draining the last of his energy.

Aron's green eyes stared at me, his eyes fluttering."It's because you're my friends that I'd gladly take a bullet for the both of you." He smiled weakly.

The sound of tires screeching met my ears and car doors being closed harshly. Officers started to make our way towards us but all I could do was stare.

Stare as Aron's twinkling green eyes fluttered shut.