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The Reaped Series - Now Complete

The Reaper is out for blood,

How fast can you run?

You’ve taken something that isn’t yours, When will you learn?

There’s nowhere you can hide,

What choice do you have?

She can smell your fear,

Who can help you now?

You can’t avoid the scythe,

Why do you even try?


Family is who you make it and I’ve discovered blood means nothing, Not unless I’ve slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it. Just when things were starting to look up and all the pieces of my fucked up life were coming together, I’m once again thrusted into a war and this time I’m taking no prisoners. This is it, the final showdown, My scythe is sharpened and my boys are by my side. We might just find ourselves dead but not before I’ve drawn my scythe on every one of our enemies’ foreheads.


Being Archer Hendricks’ little sister has always had its problems. 

My dates ending up dead, kids at school shunning me, and every aspect of my life controlled. 


I’ve always been kept on the outside of the crew life, always watching, and never participating. 

I craved to be a part of my brother’s world, no matter the danger. 

Looks like my wish has been granted because Rage Evans knows I exist. 

Nothing good can come from that. 


The loathing Rage feels for my brother and the other crews will be the death of me. 

Being taken by the most violent man alive means I’m about to have my spirit broken and the pieces scattered for my brother to find.  

I’m meant to be a means to an end. 


I pray for the Reaper’s crew to find me, to save me before I’m broken at the hands of this monster. 

He thrives off another’s pain, and his soulless eyes drink in the torture inflicted by his men. 

His wrath is nowhere near as intense as his heart once I grab hold of it. 


My name’s Charlie Hendricks, and the Devil has me wrapped in chains. 

Sending me on a one-way trip to Hell. 

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