Page 6 of Reaper

“Not exactly. Apparently, I’m too unhinged for the mafia.”

I can’t help but laugh, because how can that be possible? Aren’t they the worst of the worst? Involved in drugs, trafficking, and yes, murder. It seems to me he’d fit right in.

“Is this your house?”

He shakes his head.

“You ask a lot of questions, living dead girl.”

After parking his truck, he gets out and comes around to my side, and undoes the handcuff holding my wrist up. I rub my sore skin, and he grabs my arm and yanks me out of the vehicle.

“You’re hurting me, dick.”

Narrowing his gaze at me, he smirks.

“You don’t need to savor it. I promise you, there will be more where that came from.”

“Great.”

He chuckles like he is having a great time. I’m glad one of us is. He walks me through a long covered courtyard, and then into the huge gray stone covered house.

I try to get a look at the kitchen, as we walk through it, and then the living room, but he pulls me to a spiral staircase.

“Your house is nice. All two seconds you allowed me to see of it, anyway. Maybe next time.”

Gripping my bicep tighter, he growls, “You won’t be seeing it. Where you are going, you will die.”

“No need to sugar-coat things, Nico. Just go ahead, and tell me how terrible things are going to get.”

He yanks on my arm, and I trip on the steps, and he yells at me.

“Jesus. Can you fucking walk?”

Pulling me back to my feet, he stares into my eyes like he’s inspecting them.

“Be more careful, please. I don’t want your eyes to get scratched.”

Right. Because he’s going to fucking keep them. I’m trying hard to not be afraid, but I’d have to be as much of a psychopath as he is, for me to not be terrified right now.

“Please tell me you’ll cut them out after I’m dead.”

We make it to the top step, and he pulls me into a bedroom and throws me down on the bed, before moving me closer to the headboard. Pulling his handcuffs out of his pocket, he silently cuffs each of my hands, while he is over me, a leg on each side of my chest.

Do I notice how hard he is? Sick fucker.

He backs away from me and smiles a devious grin.

“That’ll do until I get back with supplies. To answer your question, I think you have to be alive so they are living organs still. If I kill you first, I think they will look dull and gray.”

So he’s going to cut my eyeballs out of their sockets before he kills me. That sounds rather painless. Fucking fantastic.

Reaper winks at me, and if my hands were free, I would punch him in his ugly face.

Except it’s not ugly, but I’m going to pretend it is, because he has brutal plans for me. Things no human should do to another.

“Be right back, baby.”

“I am not your fucking baby! And where the hell are you going? You can’t just leave me like this.”

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