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“Jesus Christ. This family is going to hell.”

Psycho lifts his gaze, and tilts his head at me with a questioning expression.

“You cut people, princess?”

I shrug. “I have. Only once, but I liked it. Blood makes it better.”

“A girl after my own heart. How’d you end up with the silent killer here?”

Nico clutches my hand with his free one and growls.

“Give me the knife, and get your fucking eyes off my girl, dickhead.”

He chuckles in response and hands him the weapon, and Nico spins me around to leave.

CHAPTER FIFTY

REAPER

There is a pretty good chance my girl is more unhinged than I am, which surprises me, but does not disappoint me. I watch her, as she holds a blonde woman with her head hanging over what will become her grave, in my family’s cemetery, so that we don’t have blood all over the place, which will only result in a bitch-fest from my brother. And he wouldn’t be wrong. Just because we can deal with issues, doesn’t mean we should create them. It’s much easier to prevent the problems we can. I love watching her kill. It’s a beautiful sight. Especially when they cry and beg for their life. She isn’t cruel, she’s gentle as she ushers them into the afterlife. Soothing.

Bella speaks in a low, even tone to the woman.

“Shhhh. It’s almost over.”

She sits on top of her, straddling her chest with her arms underneath her, as she takes my brother’s knife and cuts her throat. Blood pours from her body as Bella rolls her into the grave. I’ve never had an affinity for blood. Psycho does, I don’t, although I’m not afraid of it either. I have a fear of few things. Yet, when she rises and turns to me, with the bloody knife in her grasp, and a little blood on her hand, I’m hard as a rock. She’s stunning with murderous wide eyes, a smear of blood on her cheek, and a deadly expression.

I hold out the towel to wrap the knife in, as she walks over to me with a heated expression that has me ready to lose my mind.

“Take your clothes off, Nico,” she says as she takes the towel from me, wrapping the knife in it, before placing it on the ground.

“What?”

Narrowing her gaze at me, she repeats herself, “Take your clothes off.”

“Bella,” I warn.

“Are you going to give me what I need or not?”

I step closer to her, lower my head, and stare into her eyes.

“If you’re sure you’re ready.”

She shakes her head.

“I don’t know that I am, but I need you to silence his voice. I want to forget, even if it’s only for a few minutes. So please give me what I need most.You. Take your shirt off, pull your pants down and lie on the ground.”

She watches me as I pull my shirt over my head, and then she removes the t-shirt and yoga pants that Athena left for her, along with shoes that must also be my sister-in-law’s.

I pull my jeans down and lie on the cold, hard ground, and she quickly removes her bra and comes over to me.

“Hands down until I tell you it’s okay.”

I place my hands, palms down, on the grass as she climbs over me, and straddles my lap. Bella moves her wet pussy up and down my hard cock, and I groan because she feels so fucking good, but I’m dying to touch her.

Lifting her ass up, she takes me into her hand and pushes me inside her pussy, with a sweet little whimper. She sinks down on me, taking all of me in, and leans over me, placing her hands on my arms, as she presses her lips to mine. At first, I think it’s going to be sweet, but it turns into a ravenous one, as she lifts herself on and off of me.

“This isn’t working,” she complains.

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