Page 5 of Viper's Claim

I hadn’t bothered to clean myself up from digging the holes. Because before Reaper took over. I had been planning on killing the meth heads. But Reaper being Reaper, a fucking pussy, mind you. Had to deal with it. I had dug the holes! All I needed was bodies.

I lit a cigarette. My mind-twisting to her. The one twisted fucking event, changed everything. I wasn’t always tainted, but I was a walking devil after what happened. A shell of a man that saw no light within anyone. Mum said that I had turned that I only saw the darkness within people. I inhaled on my cigarette. I didn’t see that as a fucking problem.

“Fuck that girl got more blood on her than Reaper,” Axe muttered to me.

He was my best mate but more likely to be hallucinating from trying the weed shipment. I glanced up and saw my old man, but it was who was standing beside him, shaking, that had me dropping the cigarette on the ground and getting off the stool. Stomped on it.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” I snarled at the old man.

He looked at me with Reaper eyes. But I didn’t fear him. The number of fights we got into always ended up with one of us badly walking the next day.

“The girl just saved my life.”

I scoffed. “Fucking meant to be the Reaper and ya letting a receptionist save your life.”

Reaper stepped up to me. Raising his head. “Reel it in Tyson,”

I looked at Aurora. She was shaking, looked terrified. I pointed at her.

“She wouldn’t have gotten involved if I handled the situation.”

“How would you know it has anything to do with the drug dealers?” He had the guts to lie to me.

Did he really think I didn’t do the homework on a woman like her? As soon as I met her, I had to look into her. Which was why I was more determined to put those brothers of hers in the dirt. But Reaper stopped me. I couldn’t say it was because that the sick fuckers had a list of charges against them for assaulting Aurora physically.

“I’ll look after her.” I looked at her, basically declaring it.

He scoffed. “You couldn’t even look after your goldfish.”

“Well, she ain’t a fish.” I snapped back and walked to her. “Aurora, are you okay coming with me?”

Why did I want her to say yes so badly?

She weakly nodded her head.

I pulled her to my side and led her to my dorm room. Reaper didn’t say anything. Didn’t question how I knew her or why I was protective.

I gave any fucker that looked at me as I guided her to my room—a death glare. Which caused them to look elsewhere.

I unlocked the door, and she walked in behind me.

My room was a mess. “Um sorry,” I muttered and walked to the adjoined bathroom.

To my surprise, it was cleaner than I had left it. Mum must have been here.

I sighed. Fucking better message her, thank you. I turned on the shower and walked back into the room. Her emerald eyes are locked on me. while blood covered the white summer dress I had seen her wearing earlier.

“What are you sorry about?” She asked. Her voice was empty of emotion. She was in shock.

“The state of the room.” I thought that was obvious.

“Right.” She fell on the bed, sitting. “What happened to your goldfish?”

Fucking weird question.

I had never told anyone the truth.

“I wanted it to have freedom, so I flushed it down the toilet thinking it was connected to the ocean.”

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