Page 60 of Reaper

I tilt my head. “I have no weapons on me.”

“You won’t mind if I check then?”

“Go ahead,” I say smugly.

Holding my hands up, I let him run his hands over my body. The fucker goes as far as cupping my junk, making me want to knee him in the face, but I withhold. This is all part of the game Danworth wants to play.

The man reluctantly leaves me to search my men. When he finds nothing, he looks frustrated.

“Can we go now? I believe you have someone here waiting for me. Care to direct me to Mr. Danworth?”

His face clears. “He’s in room thirty-three twenty. Tell him that he needs to pack his things and go. We do not appreciate false reports in this casino.”

Good. He thinks Danworth lied to him. He didn’t mean to. He was sure I’d fly off the handle. I know why. He thinks I’m the kid he left behind. He doesn’t realize I grew up.

“Will do.”

Leaving him in the lobby, we head toward the elevators. It doesn’t take long to find ourselves outside his suite.

He opens on the second knock.

“You came unarmed. I’m surprised. I thought you wanted my head on a platter.”

I push him back, inviting myself into his room.

He’s not alone. He has several Renegade members with him.

“I wouldn’t suggest you touch me again, Kingston. My friends here have orders to shoot first.”

“You are banished. What are you doing back here?”

He lets out a boisterous laugh. “You foolish man. I’m banished from your territory. Last I checked, you don’t own Vegas.”

“I told you if I ever saw your face again I’d kill you. So what are you doing here?”

“I’m home now. Conducting business. Now I hear you have something that belongs to me. I would appreciate it if you would give it back.”

It’s my turn to snort. “Nope. Can’t say I’ve acquired anything that belongs to you so I think you better back off. Stop sending people by my compound. The last one didn’t quite make it back, did they?”

I hint at the prospect the Renegades sent to spy on us. He’s living six feet under currently in the middle of the desert.

“Don’t play coy. It doesn’t fit a man of your stature. Natalie. That bitch is mine and I want her back. She’s dumber than a box of rocks, but she’s pretty. She’s going to birth my children.”

My blood is boiling at the way he speaks about her, but I don’t fall for his game. He wants me to be impulsive.

“I think that might be a problem. You see, I’ve been pumping her so full of my cum that she’s practically drowning in it. She loves it too. Begs me for it really. She doesn’t even remember your name. So you’re not going to get her back. I’ve decided I’m going to keep her,” I taunt him.

I hate saying the words. The burn like ash in my throat, but it has the desired effect.

He’s pissed now. I can tell by the way he tenses.

“She always was a little whore,” he spits out, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Nah, she’s more like old lady material. She only creams so good for her man. That never was you, Billy buddy.” I use the nickname he hated growing up.

“I’m going to kill you, Kingston.”

I shrug. “I’d like to see you try.”

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