The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

“What if he fucking hurts her? We’ve all seen what the asshole is like with women. He could kill her.” “Like you’re any better. Between you and Santos, do you have any idea how much damage you have done to all the sluts you’ve stuck your dicks in? Never mind, Selene can handle herself,” Zander replies, his eyes sliding to mine as if challenging me to argue. I shrug, throwing a leg over Blaze’s lap, ignoring the warning growl. “I’ll kill that fucker before he gets one over me, don’t you worry about that, money bags.” “I’m worried that you will kill him. There’s a reason he’s still alive, idiot. He has a lot of reach in the underground because he spends so much money on skin, and he’s helped move bodies for a long fucking time now. We need the intel on who else is involved, but we also need to play it smart, so we don’t get a big fat hit on our heads, too. The only thing getting stabbed is your cunt with his dick, got it?” Zander snaps, my eyes narrowing as I shove myself up from the seat. “Roger that, dick breath. Santos, care to join me? I feel like laying down and screaming for a while,” I retort, Zander’s eye twitching as Santos wastes no time throwing me over his shoulder with a psychotic laugh. “I’ve got you, babe. Where do you want it? Wait, don’t answer that. You don’t get a say, anyway. Darius, you coming?” Darius stands, his tongue sweeping over his lips as a dark smirk takes over his face. “Not yet, but I will be.”