Page 113 of Reaper Released

“On it!”

“M. K. 4. 2. 7. R. U. S. N. 2. 4. 9. 3. 7. G. Q.”

“I’m in!”

“Black Widow, the lights on the device should all be red. Once each light is green, that section has been copied. They all need to turn green. Let me know when that’s done, okay?”

“Will do!”

“Say it!”

“Fuck’s sake, will do, Big Daddy. I fucking hate you. If you weren’t my brother, I would castrate you!”

That just makes him chuckle through the earpiece.

“Motherfucker!”

“Halfway!” I breathe out after a few more minutes. “Two lights left.” The door handle twitches.

“Just one more thing, Judge Metcalf,” I hear Bernie say. Shit, the judge is itching to get back in. I slide the laptop almost closed in case they come back in, and I perch on the desk between the door and the laptop. I slide my dress over my left leg, covering all my tattoos, and cross my bare right leg over the top, so the judge will have a view of my whole bare leg right up to almost my underwear.

I lean back on the desk with my right hand, and I’m gripping the glass in my left. I peer over my shoulder. “One light left.” I can hear mumbling voices now, and it sounds like the judge is getting impatient. I look back at the device. It's all green. I snatch it out of the laptop, pushing it closed.

“Done,” I breathe out as the door swings open, and I give the judge my winning smile. “Well, don't you look a sight for sore eyes?” I smile wildly at him. I can see Pa rolling his eyes behind him. Fucking dick bag. This is gonna be a long, long fucking night, and I’m certain I’m not getting paid enough for this shit.

Pa rounds the judge, reaching out a hand to help me stand from the desk. Really I’m just handing over the device so he can hand it to Priest, who’s driving the town car. Placing my glass down and picking up my clutch, I rise to my full height towering over the judge.

I must be six foot two in my heels, at least. He reaches out his arm to me. “Shall we go, my dear?” I smile politely, linking my arm through his. The judge is bent as fuck, and it’s my job to get him to say something he shouldn’t or do something he shouldn’t. I’m supposed to be a big temptation, something we can use against him to get him in our pockets. He’s as straight as they come on paper, but he’s in someone’s pocket, most definitely!

I stroke my hand down his arm as we head out of the building. “Oooh, Joseph, you must work out a lot to keep as trim as you are. You do look fabulous in that suit.”

Pa opens the door for us, and we slide into the car. “Sir, miss.” Priest nods as Pa climbs into the front passenger seat, and we head off to the gala. Pulling up, Pa Bernie opens the judge’s car door, letting him out before they both come around to collect me.

Pa opens the door as I slide out to take the cockwomble’s arm and give him a little peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Joseph, how chivalrous of you, darling!”

“Oooh, I like that!” he purrs. “Call me darling!”

Nodding, I smile again. “Of course, darling!”

A grin spreads across his face as we reach the bottom of the steps. There are paparazzi cordoned off to one side, separating them from us as we walk along the red carpet. I ascend the stairs, and twat takes my left hand in his left and slides his right hand to the small of my back, slowly creeping it to my arse cheek. I smile at him. I swear to motherfucking Hades; I’m gonna rip his fucking arm off and beat him with the soggy end.

My inner monologue is having a fucking field day with this cunt knuckle.

As we enter the ballroom, I reach for a glass of champagne, grabbing one for the judge. My clutch is burrowed under my arm, his hand still on my arse cheek.

“Here, darling.” I thrust the glass at him so he has to remove his hand from my butt cheek. A sudden flush of cold hits it at the lack of contact, and it feels like the best feeling in the world. It is very short-lived as he passes the glass to his left hand. Motherfucking dickwad. I smile at him again as he returns his hand to my arse. Pa follows behind us, looking ever professional as I glance over my shoulder. I can see him smirk, and I give him the death glare as he straightens his face. I’m gonna motherfucking murder some twat. I swear to Hades, I will actually do it. I breathe outas there’s a group of gentlemen. Twat waffles.

Joseph is leading us towards them, and he leans over to my ear, “I need you to be extremely attentive around these gentlemen.”

I smile and nod.

“Gentlemen, how wonderful to see you all,” Joseph coos.

“Allow me to introduce you to my better half, Celeste. Sweetheart, these are my work colleagues and golfing partners.”

“Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure, so you’re all the reason my darling spends so much time away from me golfing. It’s a pleasure to meet my competition.”

One portly gentleman takes my hand, and while he’s kissing the back of it, I’m sure he fucking licks me, honest to Hades, actually fucking licks me.

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