The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

I silently dart across the room and slit his throat with my knife, creeping through the room and toward another door, flinging it open to find another guy that has somehow managed to get his arm around Santos’ neck. The door opening distracts him enough for Santos to break free, but the fucker keeps getting in my way as I follow the guy with my gun. After a few seconds, I scowl. “Fuck’s sake, asshole. Duck!” I shout, Santos turning instantly, his eyes going wide for a second before he drops to the ground and out of my way. I grab my knife again and throw it across the room, the blade lodging in the guy’s forehead just as Darius joins us, his face and chest covered in blood. The room goes quiet as the guy drops to the floor, and I tsk as I walk over to him and put my foot on his head, yanking my blade out. “What an idiot. I even warned him I was going to get him because I told you to duck. Are all men so fucking stupid?” I ask, turning to face them to see them both staring at me, mouths open. Santos has a raging boner, but I’m not surprised. Crazy, remember? Zander and the other asshole jog in as we hear car tires screaming away from the house, and Darius points at me as if it were all my fault. “She did it.” “She saved my ass. Now I’m horny as fuck, and I’m about to start humping the couch cushions. Fuck, my dick is seriously fucking hard right now. Did you see that, Darius? She got him smack bang in the forehead!”