Page 31 of Reaper's Hunt

In one moment, my entire life could crumble because even if Dante shows up but chooses not to save me, I’m done for.

Mysterious Caller

Ifuckinglovethefact that my little doe called reinforcements to get that asshole out of her apartment. I would have loved it more if she hadn’t so I could get my hands around his throat and wring his neck. Maybe stab him a little too. Selene likes the carnage. I’m nowhere as artistic but I’m sure she could do something with it.

I told her that I was going to have fun tonight. That ‘live a little’ comment was definitely for me because I caught Harley yelling about ruining his life over an hour ago at the bar. He’s thoroughly plastered and now it’s going to be a family reunion and a confrontation all in one.

I swallow down the urge to storm in there and save her myself. My little doe doesn’t actually need saving. She never has. That doesn’t mean Harley isn’t on my list now that his hands have touched her pretty skin. Hewilldie. Just not tonight.

Maybe.

No, no, I promised my sweet girl.

And I always keep my promises.

Dante

Ileanagainstthebar at Sinner’s Notch, my whiskey glass sweating in my hand. Malik’s sitting beside me, staring at the same tequila shot for the last fifteen minutes, a faint grin curling his lips. He’s a little less crazy looking now, after a thorough shower, and normal clothes that don’t involve a hoodie but his vibe screams trouble, like he’s replaying every second of fucking her mid-kill. Ronan’s behind the bar, wiping off a glass as his eyes flick to Malik, then to me, his brow furrowing. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

I take a sip of whiskey, the burn down the back of my throat bringing me back to the present. I glance over at Malik, who’s oblivious to the conversation, his fingers twitching near his knife. “He fucked his obsession tonight.”

Ronan pauses as he raises an eyebrow. “She still alive?”

A fair question with Malik’s unhinged ass. “Yeah, which is why he’s so fucking obsessed.”

Ronan frowns, his eyes narrowing as he sets the glass down. “Wait, his obsession’s Sparrow, right? Selene?”

I smirk, leaning back on the stool. “Glad you put that together. Congratulations. Would you like a gold star?”

He throws me a middle finger before lunging across the counter and grabbing Malik by the neck. “Did you fucking hurt her, you sick prick?” he growls, his voice loud enough to turn a few heads.

Malik squeals, his hand darting to his knife, the blade flashing as he presses it against Ronan’s throat. A feral grin spreads across his face, his teeth bared in an expression I’d never want turned on myself. “I’d never hurt my sparrow,” he hisses. “She liked it. I asked first. She was very pretty when she bled. I have a picture.”

He fumbles for his phone with his free hand, and my eyes widen at the thought of him showing that in a bar like this. “I told you to delete that bullshit,” I snap, reaching for his arm, but he pulls away, the knife still at Ronan’s neck. Ronan lets go and steps back, raising his hands in surrender.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ronan asks, glancing between us.

I rub a hand down my face, the whiskey souring in my gut. “I’m a little worried for Selene,” I admit, keeping my voice low enough so that the surrounding patrons won’t hear us. “We checked on her earlier and Malik tried some shit then. She stabbed him.”

Ronan’s jaw drops, his gaze flicking to Malik, who’s back to staring at his tequila. “How is any of that consensual?”

I knock back the rest of my whiskey, the glass hitting the bar with a thud. “I’m pretty sure you did some freaky shit with her when you fucked her too,” I say, pointing at him. “Selene likes it. She’d let you know if she didn’t. Trust me, she’s not shy.”

Ronan shakes his head, muttering something about crazy, and pours me another shot as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, my heart dropping into my stomach at Selene’s text.

Come get your fucking brother.

Frowning, I look up at Ronan. “Was Harley here earlier?”

“Yeah, he was sobbing over something, drunk as hell. Why?”

I curse under my breath and pocket the phone. “Because I think Selene just found out Harley’s my brother. How else would she know that unless he said something?” Jesus Christ, a drunk Harley is never a good one and he’s been talking nonstop about making Selene see that they have something together. And while I know she can handle herself, I know for a fact that cleaning up a kill is no easy feat.

If Harley sees something…

“Yeah, I think we have some place to be.”

Ronan snorts, pointing to Malik. “You’re really going to take his crazy ass over there?”

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