Page 7 of Reaper

Everybody was determined to drive me to the brink of insanity today.

I might want to fuck her throat, but the thought of putting up with a lifetime of that mouth made me want to drag my balls through a million miles of broken glass. I was thirty in a few months and felt older than my years, but there was no way I was going to settle for crazy pussy as my old lady.

I glared at the door, cursing my father for making me think of this shit.

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“I was going to take her some food. You don’t need to go out there,” Widower said.

I glared at him. “Did my Dad say anything to you?” I asked him suspiciously.

He looked bewildered. I shook my head, grabbed the keys from his hand, and walked towards the main doors.

“What do you want me to do with her food?”

“Leave it in my apartment,” I shouted back to him since he was the only person with another set of keys.

I closed my eyes when I heard them all openly laugh at me.

Motherfuckers. They were supposed to be my brothers.

By the time I reached the Shed, I had calmed down. I yanked the large wooden door open and walked to her cell to unlock it.

“Why don’t I see any food? First, you didn’t let me finish my burger, and now you don’t feed me.”

I opened the cell door and prayed I didn’t choke her to death.

“Oh my God. You’re the president?” She said incredulously before grabbing her stomach and laughing.

I watched her tits move with her laughter and swallowed. I needed to cover her low cut top up as a priority.

“Get up,” I said gruffly.

“Ah—Okay, Prez,” she said, snickering before standing up.

I cursed my father again as I gripped her by her elbow and dragged her out of the Shed. It was a few minutes walk, but she was walking so slowly.

“Slow down, Gigantor. We don’t all have stilts for legs,” she complained.

I grunted and slowed down before giving her the side eye. She was looking around in the darkness.

“Where are we?”

“In our compound.”

“You guys have a proper club?” She asked in surprise.

I smiled. Demon used to have a shitty building for a club but mismanagement and lack of funds shut that down. Now, they use different venues or his house for meetings.

“You can see for yourself tomorrow,” I said. “If you can keep your mouth shut for one night.”

Surprisingly, she stayed quiet until we went into our club. I couldn’t help but feel pride as she looked around our bar, but since I wanted her silence, I didn’t give her a chance to get a proper look and headed into the hallway to get to my apartment.

I ignored all the heckling and catcall whistling.

When we got to my apartment, I still held her elbow while I dug into my jeans and tried to get my keys.

“Do you need a hand?”

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