Page 11 of Reaper

I reach into his jacket pocket and find exactly what I need. Pulling the cap off his black sharpie, I write ‘No’ on his forehead, and ‘parking’ on his cheek.

After placing it in the pocket of my leather jacket, I walk into my club. Years ago, my father tossed me out of the family business, because he said I was a liability. A mafia war waiting to happen. He bought me this club as a parting gift, hoping it would keep me busy. It doesn’t. There is someone for every job that needs to be done. Checking in weekly is the only requirement for me, to make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to.

Walking inside, I nod to my doorman and step into the club. There are blue lights at the top of the ceiling, shining down to the black-tiled floor. The walls are black as well, but the lights make them look blue.

There’s a large black ‘U’ shaped bar to my right, and I nod to my bartender that’s working tonight; a pretty redhead wearing leather pants, and a matching sleeveless top. I keep walking through the gyrating bodies to the spiral staircase, and make my way to the VIP room, where Kage is likely getting his blowjob. I’m hoping he’s done, but with him you never know.

When I enter, I spot a blonde on her knees with his dick in her mouth. I glance away while he finishes, but can’t help but wonder how it feels. I know fucking feels amazing, but this I haven’t experienced yet. I’m fairly confident, at this point, my living dead girl is not going to be into it. She’s pretty pissed at me. Fuck, that confuses me because she had an orgasm. That had to mean that she enjoyed it, at least a little.

I tune out the sound of my brother’s grunt, and stay turned away from him, until I hear him dismissing the girl. When I notice she’s one of my waitresses, I roll my eyes and narrow my gaze at Kage.

“Is that why you come here? To get your dick sucked by my staff?”

He chuckles as he zips up his pants.

“You should try it. After all, they are here to serve you.”

Not exactly. They are here to serve my customers. Besides, I only want Bella’s lips wrapped around my cock. Even though, at this moment, I’d be concerned that she’d bite it off.

I take a seat beside him and motion to the waitress to bring me a drink. They all know my drink is whiskey, so I won’t have to even give any instructions.

Miranda comes over and places a glass in front of me, along with a bottle ofBuchanan’s 18 Special Reserve.I pour myself two fingers, and Kage questions me.

“You look off. What’s going on? Is there a body?”

I shake my head no, even though there most definitelyisa body outside my club.

“Remember when Bones told you about ‘Living Dead Girl’?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. The one that got away.”

I throw back my drink and pour myself more.

“She’s currently chained up in my house, but she’s fucking with my head. I fucked her. She said it was rape.But she came.”

Kage arches an eyebrow at me with obvious surprise.

“You fucked her? Seriously?”

I glare at him and say, “Yes, I fucked her. That’s not the point. Can you fucking focus?”

He chuckles softly, as he pours himself some of my expensive whiskey.

“I’m just impressed. That’s probably the most normal thing you’ve done since you were a kid.”

Taking a gulp of his drink, he swallows and says, “If you’re looking for chick advice, you are barking up the wrong tree. I know nothing about them, except I like to fuck them.”

That’s helpful.

“Look, we are Bonetti men. We take what we want. Let her cry. She will get over it.”

He shrugs. “If you want actual advice, you should talk to Bones. He has a wife now, so he probably knows more than I do.”

I shake my head. “I’m good. He’s going to be pissed at me as it is.”

“Reaper. What did you do?”

Glancing around the room, I watch the waitress working the bar up here. There are only a few men at the bar, because you have to be approved to get up here.

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