The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

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.

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

Fuck it, I have never done what I’ve been told and I sure as fuck am not going to start now.

I turn around quickly and fling my knife, watching as it sails towards 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.

“I don’t give a fuck about your filthy money. No one touches my fucking baby girl!”

"You look like a warrior." It's the nicest I've heard him speak. "You are a fucking warrior.”