Page 30 of Reaper Released

“Good. If for any reason anything happens, I want you to scream ‘Santa Muerte’ as loud as you can over and over, and remember what I said about the knife?”

“Stick ‘em with the pointy end.”

“Yep, stab first!” I tap the side of my neck, then tap my groin.

“Ask questions later if they’re still breathing, okay?” While messing around in the pool today, I taught her where to stab that little knife and hope if she needs to, she will.

We head to the bar and get a drink. We both get fancy non-alcoholic cocktails. I need to have my wits about me tonight. If her uncle’s here, then his Lieutenant will be too. A few family members ask Tali to dance, and she does. Carmen’s making the rounds but keeps checking I’m close to Tali. Every time I catch her eye, I just nod, watching as Tali dances around the dance floor. Demi and Scar are sat chatting with the barman.

I give them the nod towards Tali, and they nod silently, telling them I need to keep an eye on her and them letting me know they are good. After looking around again, I see Tali at the edge of the dance floor, wide-eyed and with a look of sheer panic on her face. Making eye contact with me, she mouths, “Santa Muerte.”

I nod, looking behind her to the guy who has her arm in a vice grip and is slowly stepping back to avoid attention. I catch a glimpse of what looks like a blade pushed into her ribs, but I can’t be sure, so I make my way quickly towards them, grabbing a cocktail from a table.

When I get close to them, I stumble. I walk past, tipping the drink down myself and his sleeve. He lets Tali go for a brief second, and she makes a dash for it. I stumble into him again and slur my words slightly. “So sorry.”

“Maldita perra estúpida!”

“Fucking stupid bitch!” he mutters as he brushes off his sleeve.

I bat my eyelashes at him. “That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Keeping up the drunk pretence, rubbing my hand up his arm, I say, “So strong!” and then, flicking to his eyes. “So handsome!” I bat my eyelashes and try to suppress the gag and eye roll. “So, handsome, what's a girl like me gotta do to get a guy like you to escort her back to her room?”

“Dios, eres estúpido.”

“God, you are stupid.”

Clearly, I know what this twat’s saying, but I really need to rein it in and get him away from here and in my room, where I can kill him and hide the body, all in a night's work. Smiling again and rubbing against him, I slide my hand up his body and over his shoulder.

“It’s so hot here. You want to help me out of my dress?” Leaning up, I lick along his neck, and he grabs me around the waist. He drags me against his body, pushing his dick against me and rubbing it into me. Fucking gross. I’m gonna enjoy this. I stumble again, and he grasps hold of me tighter.

“You're a filthy little whore, aren’t you? I’m gonna make you sorry you bumped into me.” He grabs my arm tightly and starts to drag me inside. “I’m gonna fuck that stupid mouth of yours so hard, you won’t be able to talk for a week. Then I’m gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours till I make you bleed. That’s only for starters.”

I smile at him as he turns to glare at me. I stumble along beside him.

“You really are simple, aren’t you?” I cock my head to the side and bat my eyelashes again.

“I don’t understand Mexican. It's a beautiful language, though!”

He runs his hand down his face. “You think I’m speaking ‘Mexican?’ You really are a dumb whore!”

I smile at him again. “What did you say? I don’t understand.”

He says more slowly, “I said you have beautiful eyes!”

I flash them at him and take over, leading him down the corridor. “My room is this way.” Leaning into him, I rub my hand across the front of his dick. “I want you to fuck me till I scream.”

I stumble again, and he catches me by the arm. I fumble with the door and push it open, letting him inside. I push him back so his back is pressing against the bathroom door.

“I want to fuck you in the shower.” I open the door and push him in. I start pretending to undo my dress. “Take your clothes off.” I grab him by the tie and pull him into me, licking his lips. “Hurry, I need you,” I slur out.

He drags his tie off and kicks his shoes off as he undoes his trousers. “I’m gonna fuck you raw, you stupid bitch!” he spits out, and I grin at him.

I reach up to my hair and pretend to fumble with the clip, pulling and huffing in frustration. He undoes a couple of buttons on his shirt and pulls it over his head. He’s standing in boxers and socks. I can feel the grimace from my boots.

I’m disgusted, and so’s Reaper. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, smashing his mouth into mine. I give him a bit of tongue before pulling back and smiling. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He grins at me and pulls me into another kiss.

I moan and try not to puke and reach up again and grab my throwing knife, sliding my other hand around the back of his neck while we kiss. He’s rough and gropey, and a total cunt, so I smile as I kiss him back, then plunge the blade straight into the side of his neck, right into the carotid. Removing the knife immediately, I then stab it in again into the front of his neck, pushing him backwards and crowding him into the shower cubicle. He gasps and goes to cry out, but I push the blade deeper, then release it again. He’s drowning in his own blood, gurgling and choking it down and as he slumps onto the floor of the shower, eyes wide as I smile down at him.

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