Page 42 of The Reaper's Vice

She gets lost in the film not too long after, and though I wish I could follow her, my mind is stuck on something far more sinister. It doesn’t help that Vee picked out an old Western, that each actor with a face covering brings an image of the masked man to the forefront of my mind.

While Vee begins to relax, I fall deeper into my inner turmoil. I’m filled with so many questions I don’t know where to start—although there is one thing I’d like to know now more than anything.

What is he up to right now?

18

ORION

“DATING ADVICE”

I standon the street corner, puffing a cigarette with a hoodie pulled low over my head. I was able to make my… additions to Serpahina’s apartment without any interruptions, and overall, I’m thrilled with the results. Several cameras have been expertly hidden around her apartment, as well as bugs to pick up on her conversations, but my favorite part by far is the crawlspace I managed to hollow out beneath the floorboards—one that leads to the space beneath her closet.

As I recount my success, sleep pulls at my eyelids, reminding me I have not slept in over three days. However, I still have to do something before I allow myself that pleasure.

It’s morning, and for once, the sun shines high in the sky, illuminating the filth lining the alleyway near Jake Robinson’s apartment. Gritting my teeth, I pull out my phone, my chest lighting with rage as I take in the video that’s been playing on repeat in my mind for the past week.

The ginger freak spews his disgusting load down Seraphina’s throat, and not a second later, she’s lifted into the air by the dark-haired one—Noah—as Jake steps forward, palming his cock. Heat pricks the back of my neck as I watch him stuff his disgusting cock inside her, nearly crunching the phone in my fist as her head drops back in bliss.

What a fucking little whore. Enjoying everyone’s cock butmine—letting them look at her, touchher,cumin her.

My entire body shakes with rage as I watch the video to completion, though by the end, my cock is tenting my pants as I imagine my own hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing the life from her as she convulses around my cock.

“Fuck.” I shove the phone into my pocket. I head up the stairs of Jake’s apartment complex, my dagger burning a hole into my hip. An elderly woman exits as I reach the top of the steps, and she’s nice enough to hold the door open for me.

I give her a nod of thanks, glee replacing some of the rage in my blood as I take the elevator to Jake’s floor. I rap twice on his door, then slide out of the way of the peephole, pressing my back to the wall and drawing my dagger from its sheath.

“Coming!” a deep male voice calls, the sound followed by a flurry of footsteps. He opens the door without a thought, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at his foolishness.

Jake peers out the door, too fucking stupid to even look to the side. He shrugs, then starts to pull the door closed, but I shoot my foot out, the tip of my leather boots stopping the door in its tracks.

Jake's eyes widen as he finally notices me, holding a hand over his chest as he looks me up and down. “Jesus. I didn’t notice you there.”

“So it seems.”

He raises a brow, causing his fluffy white robe to shift, exposing parts of himself I never wished to see again. “Is there something you need, or…?”

A malicious grin tugs at my mouth as I shove the door open, causing Jake to stumble back. He raises his hands with an alarmed expression, mirroring every step I take toward him with one back.

He slams into the wall at the far end of the room as I draw my blade from my pocket, unable to hide my merry smirk any longer. “You’re Jake Robinson.”

A statement, not a question—though the peon nods his head like it was. “That’s right. Who the fuck are you?”

I tilt my head, adjusting my grip on the handle. “Does it matter when you’ll be dead soon?”

Jake inhales a shuddering breath. “Look, man, I don’t want any trouble. So why don’t you take your creepy-ass smile and your knife and get the fuck out of my room before I call security?”

I take another step, my grin widening. “I don’t think you realize what’s happening here.I’mnot the one who should be worried.”

We’re only a few feet apart now, and I take the time to reallylookat my victim. He’s not terribly attractive—but not ugly, either. The bulging muscles straining from the thin robe tell me he spends enough time in the gym, though even his physique isn’t that impressive.

He looks like a big toe.

The thought fills me with fury.Thisis the man who made her cum like that?Thisis the worm she allowed to touch her that way? The one she threw her head back for as he fucked her ass?

No longer. Sweet Seraphina belongs to me and only me. Anyone who dares to touch what is mine will meet the same fate.

I raise my dagger, ready to shove it through the piece-of-shit’s brain, when a thought comes to me. “You.You’ve fucked her. Tell me what she likes.”

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