The Reaper (Dark Verse #2)

by RuNyx

“I don’t share.”

“Neither do I.”

“They can hear us,”

“Let them,”

“Let them also listen to what I’m going to do to anyone who touches you.”

“I’ll break every single finger of the hand that touches you,”

“Then, I will slit their throat just on the surface, letting them bleed and howl while I skinned them alive,”

“And then I will set them on fire.”

“And what if I want them to touch me?”

“You won’t.” “How do you know?”

“you come alive only for me.”

“Mine.”

He pinched her clit, making her hips rock involuntarily. “Tristan,” she sighed, her hands holding the dresser tightly.

“That’s the name you’re going to be screaming for a long time, Ms. Vitalio. Remember it.” “Stop talking and fuck me then, Mr. Caine,” she challenged.

“Get rid of the dress.”

Morana blinked, all of it too quick for her to process. What the hell had just happened? Her gaze drifted down to the discarded green dress that Maroni had sent her. It was ripped, tattered and

had his semen drying on it.

She had found a true friend in Amara and a protector in Dante. And she had

found, under all the madness and chaos, Tristan. Tristan. Just Tristan.

She exhaled, her heart squeezing at the giant steps they ...

She might not be safe but she mattered. She mattered to someone. And he had started to matter a great deal to her.

Tristan. He was Tristan now. Her Tristan. The warmth expanded.

Morana: I might just have to accept more clothes from Maroni just to have you rip

them off, in that case. I enjoyed that.

Dante: Dear Morana, whatever you just told Tristan, kindly don’t again. He is just itching to go punch my father in the face and that would be very inconvenient for our plans. I don’t want to get in between whatever you

two have going on but please don’t egg him on right now. I need him focused. Thank you. Dante.

Tristan: I’ll see how cheeky you are tonight.

Morana: What’s tonight?

Tristan: Something that’s long overdue. Morana: Which is? Tristan: Your mouth, wildcat. Oh my.

“You know I’ve tried to reach Tristan for years. Last night was the first time I saw him react.”

“It's interesting, isn't it? The things I've done to that boy. Twenty years, I tried to break him. The more I tried, the stronger

he became."

"Torture, murder. He never flinched. I had begun to believe he was the perfect killing machine. Until last night, when I saw it with my own eyes. I believe I have, at last, found hi...

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Maroni,”

“You assume, with your limited mind women only make two good things—wives and whores. I’m neither. What I am is a woman who has been freed from the shackles men

like you had bound me to. What I am is a woman who knows that freedom thanks to two good men wh...

“I’m not a victim. I’m vengeance,” she ground out. “Mark my words, Mr. Maroni. I am going to make you pay—for every single scar you’ve put on Tristan; for every little

hurt you inflicted on Dante; for banishing Amara from her home. And for all the girls who went missing.”

“Oh yes. I know you’re involved. I just don’t know how. But when I do, you will pay.”

“You assume you’ll live that long,” Maroni threatened,

“You say you’ve never seen Tristan react until last night. Try killing me and then

see what you’ll unleash on yourself. Just try it. I fucking dare you.”

“You have no idea what you’ve just done, little girl,”

“I told you not to threaten me,” she stated in an equally quiet voice. “You just did. Now, watch as the dominoes fall.” "Respect, little girl,"

"Long live the king. The king is dead."

And the fact that Dante had brought Amara’s mother to his wing as staff told her a lot more about the man.

“My baby told me you are her friend,” the woman told her in an accented voice. “She does not have friends, you see. I thank you.”

“Your daughter is the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known. She’s been a true and

strong friend to me. And she misses you very much.”

And anyway, if there was any woman who was a constant in Tristan’s life, it was you, even in your absence.”