Lahat ng Kabanata ng Property of Reaper King: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

I made a forward movement to the guys in front. I watched my men move away as I stood, setting the drug packets down on the table as I grinned. “Mr Cannes. What a lovely surprise. I thought everything was going well—”He pulled out a gun. My men instantly did the same as Cannes men pointed their guns back. I pulled out my knife that I’d stuck in the packets and brought to my mouth, licking it off as I cracked my neck. “We don’t like it when you bring guns.”“I was certain I told you before.” Cannes continued like he hadn’t what I said. “I want the Reaper King in my business. That’s what my partners want as well. We don’t fucking trust you.”Fucking hell. “I haven’t given you enough reason to not trust me, have I? I do what I’m told and I behave. Reaper isn’t someone you can just talk to whenever you want.”“That’s not the fucking agreement.” That was one of the few things I hated about these men in suits. They weren’t scary. They knew they weren’t. Sure, they had more money and more

I let go of his jaw. “The man who killed Chrissy. He’s dead?”“Yes.”“And Scarlett?”“She’s fine.”My hand moved to his face. I watched him wince but I didn’t hit him. This time, I pushed away the strands of hair from his face. “I didn’t go to Decker willingly. I was kidnapped by him. We didn’t make out. We didn’t fuck. All I did was sleep, eat and take a shower with a fucking hose. That’s all.”Tension hit him all at once. “That’s not… true.”“I don’t want anything to do with him anymore.” My heart throbbed loudly, hitting every nerve point in my body like I had just been hit hard. “I cannot stay with someone that makes me feel like they’d not let the world burn to protect me.”Blake chuckled quietly. “The world burning has never been a good thing.”“I’ve been burning for so long. The world can burn for a few more minutes.” The pain spread as I reached out the blood my fingernails had done to his chin. “I’m… tired of feeling scared. And alone. That people I love could be hurt. Or wor

“Don’t do it.” She said quietly. “It won’t end well. He’d hurt me to punish you. You know that.”But I couldn’t let him leave just like this, could I? My hands formed a fist, the anger I was feeling choking me, blocking every reasonable thought. He has to die. He has to die. He has to die. I have to protect you. “I have to protect you too.” Her voice whispered but it was draining away, disappearing along with the anger. “You know that, don’t you?”I did know that. How could I create a world where you didn’t have to worry anymore?“What are you doing here, Vincent?” My own voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded calm. Rational. Just the way I would speak if Remy was here so she wouldn’t worry. Because she shouldn’t worry. Because I’d protect her again and again forever. “It’s Remy’s birthday. I know how much she means to you so I came to give you a gift as well. And also, to see my niece. She truly hasn’t been—”“Stop it.” I cut in. “You don’t care about anyone.”“If I didn’t, I

“Hey, hey. Slow down.” But I couldn’t. All I could see was… Decker’s face as the gunshot echoed throughout the house. The way he fell. And didn’t move as blood pooled throughout the house. I could still feel the way my body shook as the bullet shook my whole body. The way I couldn’t breathe because I knew— I knew I had to leave. If anyone saw me there, if Samantha returned… what if Cole found out? What was I going to do?Remy. Remy can’t find out. “Here.” Garett slid a glass of water to me. Unlike everyone else, he wasn’t staring at me strangely. Not like the other men that surrounded him. He treated me normally. He treated me well. “Drink.”I could feel their gazes as I picked up the glass and drank. The water refused to go down almost as if my throat had completely closed off, but I forced myself to swallow anyway, the icy liquid burning like fire on the way down.“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Garett murmured, taking the glass back before my trembling fingers could drop it

“It doesn’t seem like you’re having fun, hatchling.” Blake murmured softly, his head resting on my shoulder. He’d drank— because Sasha had dared him to. It turned out that he hadn’t drank beer before so his tolerance was shit. “That’s sad. I wanted you to have fun.”“He’s such a clinger. Not unlike my idiot.” Sasha sat opposite us with Slink resting on her lap. He was fully gone, that one, snoring even. “But I don’t trust him.”Blake chuckled. “You don’t have to trust me. She does.”Sasha didn’t look at him. “Nah. She’s not that stupid.” Then she looked at Buggy and Scarlett. The two of them had decided to stick together since everyone else was paired. It was an odd sight. Big, chubby Buggy and small , petite Scarlett screaming their lungs out at the lyrics on screen, swaying but holding onto each other to stop themselves from toppling. Wolf would have found it funny too. Today, Blake had gotten two more Ducati motorcycles— one for Slink and Sasha as we raced through the traffic he