The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

I’m crazy, not stupid.

Men always think you owe them after they’ve done something nice for you, because they’re fucking pigs. They only hold the door open for you so they can check your ass out as you leave, and they can be so self-righteous that they think they’re doing you a favor for letting you choke on their pathetic dicks as if it were a gift just for you. He’ll be the one choking when I cut his dick off and shove it down his throat for choking the last woman he had to death.

He’s handsome and to the unsuspecting woman, I would assume he’s alluring, but to me he’s a bag of shit and I can hardly stand the fucking stench.

Don’t kill the cunt on the street, I pray to myself.

Typical sleazebag thinking he’s making me cream in my panties with the temptation. My coochie is as dry as a nun’s, thanks to him.

I can’t wait to bleed the dick-bag out.

Zander Walton is a daddy’s boy, and I can’t wait to get to work on him, too. It’s going to be such a shame to waste something that looks so good. I can’t lie.

He’s a scary-looking motherfucker with that angry scar down his face and standing close to six and a half feet. None of us get in his way because he’s fucking mean and, like I said before, he doesn’t care who he has to kill.

Santos has an unhealthy obsession with blood, and he loves to see it run from his victims or his sexual partners. It makes no fucking difference.

Admittedly, I didn’t think the pervy fucker would have such a hot fucking son and if this situation were completely different, he’d be exactly my type. The second I saw him, I knew I would climb that fucker like a tree. But just the thought of him being anything like daddy dearest sours the sentiment instantly.

It’s been a while since I’ve even cared about my own needs, always about the men I must kill, and never getting myself off.

“I was hoping you’d get the picture and take a hike,”

“Fucking slut!” he spits out, staggering to his feet to try and tower over me. If I were going to run away from the asshole, his breath would have done it, not his height. He is barely five and a half feet tall.

“You think you’re too good for me?” he demands, and I let out a light laugh. “I know for a fucking fact that I am. Li...

“Hank, the fuck have I told you about attacking women who don’t want your shriveled-up dick? Apologize. Now,”

“You’re the paid whore that Henry brought home yesterday.” I quirk an eyebrow, grabbing my drink and downing it before replying. “I haven’t taken any money from Mr. Walton, so the name calling is a little unnecessary if you ask me,” I say dryly, but he snorts and leans against the bar, not taking his eyes off me. “No one was asking you.”

All I can think about is him bending me over the fucking bar and plowing himself into my pussy. Spectators be damned.

“Are you honestly sitting here alone? Let me guess, you’re looking for your next client?” I down most of my fresh drink and shrug. “I wanted a drink, so I’m having one. Why do you care? I can handle myself,” I say curtly, as annoyance takes over his features. “I don’t give a fuck what happens to you. I was just calling you out for being stupid. This place is probably teeming with herpes, so have at it,” he grits out, his fingers twitching by his side as he uncrosses his arms. “Makes all the sense that you’re here. Anyway, I was thirsty, and I have things to do, so I’d better be on my way. Please tell Henry I said hello, sir,” I answer smoothly, standing and turning to leave, but his voice stops me. “Don’t call me ‘sir’, I’m not my father and I’m sure as shit not middle-aged. I’m Zander,” he grunts out, and I’m not sure who is more surprised, me or him. I give him a soft smile, reaching out to touch his arm lightly on my way past him. “Well, Zander, please tell your father I said hello,” Then I walk out, making sure to sway my hips as I go.

“I say we fuck her. Wanna tag team?”

The man has a point, but something nags inside me, making me scowl. I don’t want them to scare her to death, but the thought of never having her in the house again sucks. There’s something strange about her, and I’m a curious kind of guy. The guys were right, too. I did want to fuck her, but there is no way in hell that I’d let my dick go anywhere near a cunt my dad has been in. Wait, what if she ends up being my stepmom? I can’t handle that idea at all. Apart from being pissed at Henry for moving on so fast, I don’t want Selene under my dad’s firm hand. He’s messed me up, so fuck knows what he’d do to her. He’d break her, and I don’t think she has any idea on what she’s messing with.

“Earth to Zander! Where the fuck did you go, asshole? You in wet pussy land with your pin dick again?”

“So, you gonna let us play with her? You sure you don’t wanna play with her cunt before I get my hands on it? Can’t promise I won’t break her,” he says with glee, high-fiving Darius as I sigh and motion toward them with my hand. “Just don’t break her too quickly, all right? I wanna figure out if she’s just sex to Henry, or if he’s got his eyes on her a little closer to home. She claims she’s never received money from him. I don’t like the idea of some bitch becoming my new mommy when the cunt looks younger than me,” I grumble, causing Darius to groan and rub his dick through his pants with no shame. He’s a lower level of crazy compared to Santos, but the fucker is still twisted. “I’m gonna get her to call me daddy while she’s bouncing on my dick. Fuck, I bet it would be hot as fuck coming from those lips when she’s breathless. Santos, we gotta make her call us daddy.” “If the cunt’s speaking, she’s not screaming. I don’t give a fuck what she calls you, but she’s gonna be screaming and bleeding for me,” Santos smirks, not hiding his excitement as it flashes in his eyes. I hope you’re ready, Selene. My boys are coming for you.

I’ve slurped ramen thicker than him.

“Let’s play a game. I’ll ask you questions and for every wrong answer I get to stab you.”

“When you get to Hell, Dr. Ignis, warn the devil I’m coming.” I pull out the knife and coat my hand in the blood. I press my blood-soaked finger to his forehead and hum as I draw the Reaper’s scythe.

Sounds like a grumpy someone needs a good cock banging and I need to pretend I’m fucking enjoying it.

I was looking forward to a good sleep after gutting Carl, and now I need to act like a good little whore. I doubt Henry wants a sleepy one.

Is Zander here tonight? I look around the foyer, hoping to see his scowling face. For what reason, I don’t have the slightest clue. Maybe I want him to see me about to fuck his father.

I can’t let her get to me. No way in fucking hell. She’s just a prostitute, for fuck’s sake, nothing special. My dick disagrees, though, like the treacherous bastard that it is.

“She’s getting to you more than you let on, Zander.”

“My head’s fucking fine, Blaze. You have nothing to worry about,” I argue, but he just glares at me, his voice low. “No? I was in your room when you got home and you didn’t even notice, let alone when I walked into the bathroom. Like I said, go and fill her cunt up with your cum, then get your ass into gear before you end up fucking hurt or dead. Anyone could have been in the house tonight instead of me, and you weren’t observant enough to even notice. Is her pussy really worth your fucking life?”

“He seriously fucking invited you?” he demands as if I’m lying, causing me to take a small step back in surprise. I regain my ground and take a step almost against him, my pussy pulsing as his scent hits my nose and my chest brushes against his firm body. “Where’s Santos? Why do you care?” I ask, his eyes boring into mine with hate. “He’s in the back room. I told that fucker not to invite you,” he spits, confusion and annoyance washing through me. I want to punch him in the face, but then I’ll feel obligated to kiss it better. Not today, motherfucker. I cross my arms, causing my chest to pop out and draw his attention. “What’s the big deal? I’m working, so…” “So you’re just here to make a quick buck? Or are you here to suss me out some more?” He demands, towering over me until my back is pressed against the door. Fuck, he’s onto me. “Zander, I’m not here to be a bother to you. Santos invited me, so I said I’d show up. That’s it. Why would I need to suss you out?” I laugh lightly, kicking myself for putting myself in the spotlight so much. He is getting suspicious. “You don’t think I know what you’re doing? Worming your way into my rich dad’s pocket like you are? You trying to get to know me so you can try some of that step-mommy bullshit with me?” He argues, but his hands absently hang by my side, his fingers lightly brushing against the thin fabric of my dress. My heart rate spikes as his eyes darken, but he gets hold of himself as I clear my throat and push him back a st...

“I’m Darius, and you’re fucking hot. Do you allow, let’s say, multiple people in a business transaction?”

“Get everyone out, now. Antony’s guys just fucking showed up!” he shouts, Darius moving back from me instantly and pulling a gun out of the back of his pants, while Santos is already demanding people to fuck off out the back door. They scatter, because that fucker is one crazy son of a bitch. Half his words are coming out in Spanish, and he’s waving his own gun around like a crackhead at the local gas station. A gunshot rings out through the house, and Scarface storms in with a semi-automatic rifle and rage all over his face. Something tells me the fucker is never happy. Even if he has his dick buried in the best pussy in the world, the cunt will still glare at them. “Fuck me, this bitch is still here? Fine, fuck. Can you shoot?” he asks me, offering me a handgun without waiting for my answer. I much prefer my knife, but you don’t bring a knife to a gunfight, so it will have to do. Zander’s glaring at his friend like he’s crazy, when the actual crazy friend is jumping up and down while laughing. “Fuck yeah, all bets are off since he’s brought this shit to my house, motherfuckers,” he laughs, his eyes darting around between them all as if he needs permission to let loose. Darius glances at Scarface, who grunts, motioning to the door. “Yeah man, it’s your house. Go crazy.” Santos lets out a hyena laugh, making pew, pew noises as he darts down the hallway, causing Darius to chuckle before following him, glancing over his shoulder to wink at me. “I’ll finish this, then get bac...

“Why do guys think I’m worried about getting hurt when I’m usually the biggest monster in the room?”

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!”

“We have shit to clean up, and you are not going to leave it with us while you fuck her in victory. Get to work. Blaze, run her home,” Zander orders, but Scarface scoffs. “I’m not taking her anywhere. She can’t fucking leave after what just happened. Are you stupid?” My back stiffens as anger rolls through me. “You can’t keep me here, jackass. I killed two people, so why would I say anything?!” I shout, but his angry eyes land on mine and he sneers. “Because no bitch knows how to kill a guy like that, let alone without remorse. You haven’t even blinked at it, so you’re not just some hooker slut from the city, you’re trained to fucking kill.” Oh, fuck.

I don’t give a shit if she’s trained. That just makes me wanna fuck her even more. Seriously, she threw a fucking knife at him from across the room and got a bullseye! Please let me keep her, she’s perfect!” Santos begs, grinding my gears a fraction.

I have to admit, though, I’m surprised that Selene got involved in any of it and didn’t run the moment she could. If I thought she consumed all my thoughts before, she sure as fuck did now. Who the fuck is she?

“How will the interrogation start?” Her husky voice hits my back as we enter the room. “Orgasm deprivation? Knife play? Waterboarding?” “The fuck?” I turn on her. “I like most of those things, except waterboarding, but I can hold my breath for a long ass time,” she grins. “What’s first?”

“First you can shower in there.” I point to the bathroom, and I open a drawer with some of my clothes. I have clothes at each of the guys’ houses. “Then you will sit in there while I wash this blood off me.” I throw a t-shirt and a pair of boxers at her. “Whatever,” she huffs and turns on her heel into the washroom. Is that blood on her thigh? I tip my head back on a groan and pray for my dick to deflate. I feel like I’m sixteen all over again. I hear the shower start and then her voice floats out. She’s fucking singing in the shower while washing blood off of herself, and she sounds like a dying cat. What fucking gets me though is how she’s so cool through all of this? Fuck it, the best way to corner someone is while they’re naked, and I can get some images together for my spank bank. I open the bathroom door and cringe when her voice gets louder. Is she singing Adele? Dear fucking god, she’s singing Adele. “I think you’ve broken every window in the fucking house,” I growl, fighting hard to hold in my laugh. “What’s that?” She pokes her head out around the glass door. “Are you offering to wash my back?” Fuck yes, I am. I may be suspicious of the hooker, but I’m a fucking man, too.

“Unless you’re going to put that mouth to good use, I suggest keeping it closed.”

“You want my cock, Selene?” I ask. “After you just had Daddy dearest? I could smell you in my fucking house last night.” “Yes,” she breathes. “I fucked your daddy last night. He even ate me out like a champ. The real question is, can you erase him? Are you better than him?”

“After I fuck you,” his hand curls around my chin painfully, “you no longer fuck my father.” “Are you asking me to quit my job?” I smirk. “What?” “I’m a prostitute.” I roll my eyes. “And Daddy is a good client.” He rolls off me and sits at the edge of the bed. “Why are you fucking my father and how is it you can slam a blade into someone’s head from across the room?”

You let her get away?!” Darius yells into my empty bedroom. “Nope,” I say as I unlock my phone’s screen. “She’s not here, asshole.” Santos spreads his arms and turns on the spot. “I know,” I nod. “He let my future wife get away.” Santos sinks to the bed. “I had visions of Bonnie and Clyde.” “Will you shut up?” I snap at him. “Where is she?” Blaze asks from over my shoulder. “Three blocks down and just got in a vehicle,” I answer him. “What the fuck? You put a tracker on her phone?” Darius’ grin takes over his whole face. “Yeah.” I smirk back at him. “Just before I got in the shower with her.”

“I noticed the tracker when I got into the cab.” Her voice hits my back and I turn to see her standing in the kitchen area, flipping her knife in the air. “Smart.” “What is this place?” I ask as I holster my gun. “I grew up here.” She nods to the Barbie house. “That was mine. My sister worked overtime for two weeks just so she could afford that for Christmas.” Alarm bells begin to ring, but I step toward her, eager to hear more about her. I want to know why someone so beautiful and obviously tough ended up where she is. “Our mother was a junkie and practically lived on the street. She only came back here when she remembered she had to eat. My sister Jan was six years older than me and by fourteen she had to drop out of school to raise me.” She slams the knife’s blade down into the counter. “That was the beginning of the end.” “What happened?” I ask, completely entranced. “She got a few jobs, and I would stay with the neighbors while she was out. Things were good until my mother started coming back around. She would beg Jan for money and when that wasn’t enough, she began to pimp her daughters. I was ten years old when I had my first client.” The bile rushes up my fucking throat and I swallow several times to keep it from spewing. “My sister had it worse. She was attractive and clearly becoming a curvy woman. The men loved her, and my mother was making a killing. This went on for a few years and once I hit fifteen, my sister promised we were leaving. She had found an apartm...

“If you try to track me again.” I stand toe to toe with him. “I will cut your dick off and fuck you with it.” “I don’t think that’s physically possible ...” he begins, but I raise my brow at his protest. “All right, no more trackers.” I exit the building as rats scurry down the steps and see Blaze sitting in the vehicle. It’s a fucking two-seater and I stop, looking back at Zander. “Are you walking?” I smirk. “This neighborhood is a bit rough.” “Shut the fuck up.” He grins back and steps around me. He opens the door and sits in the seat, patting his lap. “Come sit on Daddy.” “I already sat on your daddy’s face a few nights ago.” I cross my arms. Blaze barks out a deep thunderous laugh that shocks both me and Zander. “Fuck, she’s good,” he continues to grin. “Will you just get in here?” Zander growls. I roll my eyes and sit on his lap. “Where are we going?” “Back to the house. We have some questions for you,” Blaze says as he pulls out onto the street. Yeah, I got questions too, fuckers.

“Fuck yes!” Santos yells as we come in the door. “You got her!” “You got me, fuckers.” I turn and face Zander and Blaze, taking my knife out of my pocket and flipping it in my hand. “Do we tie her down?” Darius asks, and I raise both eyebrows at Zander. I turn around quickly and fling my knife, watching as it sails toward Darius’ head. It nicks his cheek before continuing past and slamming into the plastered wall. “I fucking dare you to try, bitch,” I snarl. Darius touches his cheek and looks at the blood on his hand with shock. “I think I just came,” Santos groans and drops down onto the couch.

Jesus fucking Christ, I hate girls who swoon over that kind of alpha bullshit, but here I am leaning into him with my pussy creaming for him.

“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.”