Page 81 of Reaper's Revenge

“Fuck’s sake.” Knight shakes his head, “For a fucking intelligent man, you’re thick as shit sometimes!”

I stare between them both, rubbing at my throat. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Come on, let's get back. I think we should call it a night,” King says as we head back to the truck.

Queen and Bishop are nowhere to be seen, and King checks his phone. “Come on, they're heading back to The Tower. They'll meet us there.”

Parking up and heading inside, my stomach turns. What if they’re right? Could Queen really be in love with me? I mean, I haven’t fucked anyone else since we first hooked up, even though it was just supposed to be convenient. We’ve been in this team since we were eighteen, three years, and I’ve been fucking Queen for at least half of that. Could he really like me, like… really like me? Fuck. I head up to the roof to be alone and pull my phone out, calling the one person who will always tell me the truth.

“Hey.”

“You good?”

“Yeah, I know it's a shit time, but I need some advice.”

“And you thought the girl locked in her office carving bits off her brother for sport was your best option.” A soft chuckle comes through the phone. “Hades, Elijah, you’re fucked!”

I sigh, “I know, but I have the guys and you, and that's it, and it's… it involves one of the guys, and I don't know what to do.”

“So you're finally gonna admit you're in love with Queen, huh?”

“What? I'm not. Shut up.”

“Dude, you so fucking are!”

“Well, he doesn't even like me. He tried to choke me.”

“Ooh, in a sexy way?”

“No, not in a sexy way. Is there even a sexy way to choke someone out?”

“Fuck yeah, there is, dude, damn it!”

“Why did I even call you? You're no help.”

“Whatever you did, apologise and suck him off. He will forgive you.”

“That's your advice? You don’t even know what I did.”

“Yeah, blow him. That will sort it all out. I gotta go, dude. I’m up to my nuts in blood and piss. Catch ya later.”

“Cheers, Ray.” I hang up on her for being no help whatsoever.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Queen,” I gasp and step back. “I'm sorry whatever I did to upset you. I’m sorry.”

“You don't know?”

I look him in the eyes, then down at the floor and shake my head. He steps towards me, lifts my chin, and turns my face backwards and forwards. No doubt he's looking at the bruise on my face and finger prints around my throat.

“You've no idea what pissed me off?”

Again, I shake my head. “I'm so sorry, Queen. You're the last person I want to upset.”

“You can't think of any reason I would be pissed at you?”

“I thought we were having a good night. I thought we were great, and I went out for a smoke, and then you punched me.”

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