Page 16 of Queen of The Reapers
Rage boils in my blood and I can’t decide what angers me more. That they left me here alone with a stranger and basically just gave him the green light to fuck me or that, according to Dimitri, I am just one of many woman they’ve shared with him.
“I trust you’ve already taken care of our little problem?” Dimitri asks, flashing them a toothy grin.
“Atlas is on it.” Cyrus spits, his eyes solely focused on the hand still wrapped around my waist. “It wasn’t a four-man job after all.”
“What problem?” I ask, then almost immediately curse at myself for bringing the attention back to me.
A dark chuckle fills the room as Dimitri’s features morph in delight. I’m doing a real shit job of staying unseen. I look at Cyrus and Tristan, but their expressions are as unreadable as ever.What the fuck is going on?
“So curious.” Dimitri croons, patting my cheek. “Intriguing little thing, is she not?”
Cyrus scoffs and stares at me with pure disgust in his eyes.
“If you find that whole deer-in-the-headlights thing appealing.”
Why are they acting this way? Had they sobered up after everything that went down yesterday? Realized that being with me had caused them nothing but headache after headache.
“Yeah,” Dimitri says, licking his lips as he looks my body up and down. “Very mI dIf the twins notice Dimitri’s blatant ogling, they don’t show it. Instead, they focus their angry glares on me.
“What the f… fuck are you doing out of your cage, Pet?” Tristan asks, finally cocking his head in my direction. He says nothing else, but the bone-chilling look on his face speaks volumes. I’m terrified of the man glaring back at me, more scared than I ever thought I’d be. So scared that for a moment I forget he’s actually waiting for me to answer him.
“I… I was looking for you.” I hesitate, not wanting to dispel any information in front of Dimitri. “I thought something happened with that thing and I thought I could help.”
Cyrus snaps out of his trance and the bitter laugh he barks out rattles my bones.
“You thoughtyoucould help?” Cyrus scoffs, glaring at me with so much bored disinterest that it hurts. “No offense, Pet, but we have actual business to attend to. So why don’t you go back to your fucking crate like a good little toy and wait until we summon you.”
I walk back to my room, too deflated and hurt to bother trying to hide it. The last thing I see before Cyrus slams the door in my face is the satisfied grin on Dimitri’s brutish face as he mouths the words “Until next time… Pet.”
Eight
Knock.Knock. Knock.
I know who it is before either of them say a word. The second Dimitri’s car peeled out of the driveway, I could hear the twins' heavy footsteps practically running towards my room. They’re probably eager for answers.So much for being alone with my thoughts tonight.
The “business they needed to attend to”, as Cyrus so eloquently put it, took a little over an hour. During that time, I cried, I screamed, and I cursed at the assholes I thought I loved. And though Atlas and Ezra weren’t there, deep down, I know they would have treated me with the same careless disregard. It's what they do and who they are at their core.
I don’t answer the knock, but it doesn’t surprise me when I hear the handle move. The door glides open and a soft breeze brushes my hair back as the two massive men enter my room.
I’m trying to hide it, but I’m still so angry. So god damn mad, I can’t even think straight. So I revert to what I know and let the numbness act as my shield. No one else is going to hurt me tonight, that I can fucking guarantee.
I’m seated in one of the white loveseats poised in front of the roaring gas fireplace with a copy of Crime and Punishment in my hands. How fitting that a house filled with murderers enjoys reading about one.
“Can I help you?” I ask, not even bothering to look up from the pages I’m pretending to read.
I can feel the weight of their stares on my skin and it makes me internally sneer. I’m sure they expect me to fight them. For me to demand an explanation the second they walk in. But this is what they want, right? For me to be a good little whore and stay in my fucking place. I’m giving them exactly what they asked for.
Tristan is the first to make a move. He shuffles forwards and quietly sits in the chair next to me. I do and say nothing. The floor is theirs.
He releases a heavy sigh and leans forward. “We need to t… talk.” He says, his rough voice sounding almost as defeated as I feel.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I say, soaking in the ice that coats my tongue.
They’ve already shown me how little I mean to them. They didn’t give a fuck about what they walked in on earlier, so why even bother pretending to care now? What’s there to be upset about, anyway? After all, Dimitri practically got their stamp of fucking approval.
I expected them to behave differently. To think and feel differently about me. But that, out of everything that took place tonight, was my biggest mistake of all. I should’ve known not to expect anything from The Reapers. Nothing can deter them from their cruel nature, and I was so fucking foolish to think otherwise.
Right now, all I care about is finding my sister and getting the fuck out of their home and out of their lives for good.
