All Chapters of Property of Reaper King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Buggy eyed me like he was three minutes away from running. “You… seem to be in a good mood.”I hummed, stirring the food in the pot. “The air smells different, maybe? That’s probably why?”“The air smells like the shit you’re—” I sent him a glare. He flinched then quickly moved further back. “Look, a lot of things have happened recently. The last thing we need is the police finding a body, so if you would like, direct us to where you murdered—”“Wait, a lot of things have happened?” I stared at him. “What happened?”Wolf walked into the kitchen, sending Buggy a glare. “It’s nothing. Don’t mind him.”I stared at him, then at the bandage on his forehead. “That must really hurt,”He smiled at me. He’s tall— almost everyone is taller than me but now that I’m taking a real good look at him, he’s grown bigger than he used to be when he first joined the club years ago. “It’s okay, Remy. You don’t have to apologize—”I took the spoon from the pot and almost hit his head, he jerked away before

“I don’t give a fuck that the car’s here, Prez. What I do give a fuck about is that it’s here, and it’s still standing still.” Razor, the oldest patched member in the entirety of Iron Clad spoke. He was here during Cole’s Father’s time and had a plan to stay longer. “They’re fucking snakes. This is how it starts. You let one in and it turns into a fucking bunch of ‘em,”Church was holding in the basement, the only place it ever held. There were five of us gathered around the oval table with an overhead barely hanging light Cole refused to replace. “You’re right. I should blow the car up in smithereens. Just like Father would,”Razor blushed. He didn’t like being reminded about how old he was— or how long he had lived and he looked away. “W-Well, I’m sure the youngins can think of something new—”Slink looked around the table. “Yeah, Razor. We’re tryna think of what to do. This is all new territory for us, especially for Prez. That’s why we’re here. To give our opinion.”“Doesn’t sound

“You didn’t see how she drove that thing. The point about cars like that is you gotta have, like, massive control to drive them. That’s the whole fucking point.” Buggy geeked to anyone who would hear him— anyone being Slink and Wolf. I couldn’t fucking care though. I shot down another glass of whiskey, felt it sizzle through my body and shook my head. Why hadn’t he said anything? I’d used all of my restraint with Carl. I broke zero kneecaps, I punched zero people— I even went back to fix the other guy’s car problem and didn’t make Carl dance naked while we threw coins at him. I did all of this. But Decker hadn’t said a word to me. He was right here in the bar, like almost half of the other members. But he kept his distance.Slink said they talked about me in Church though he refused to tell me what exactly. Said I could ask Decker. Fucking slimy asshole. “You sure you wanna drink more, Remy?”I looked at Wolf. He looked worried. And so bloody soft. I reached out for his face. He

The sound of a shotgun going off rang through the air. My Father slowly lowered it, his eye on the target before he looked at me. He had on a bandana over his head and a cigarette dangling from his lips. “You think you can do better than that, Remy Lou?”I sighed and picked up my rifle. A .30-30. Always wanted to use the little bugger but dear Daddy had been a little too strict. Now he was letting me use it. All that was left was him giving me his will. “Only one way to find out.”I lined up the shot. Breathed in and out. The clay pigeon flew. I fired. It hit. I looked at him. He shrugged. “Beginner’s luck.”Beginner’s luck. That was what he had said the day mom died. He hadn’t been there. Decker had done everything. Handled everything. I remembered not knowing how to feel because I hadn’t known her very well. She was barely ever there and when she was, she was sending me off to Decker. Then Cole Calloway came. He said we had to go for a walk. The walk meant target practice. H

“We can’t keep doing that in public.”We were in the cabin. Decker towered over me like he always did. I couldn’t read his face. I couldn’t understand what he wanted. But I knew he still wanted me. I could see it in the way he stared at me as I took off my clothes. “It’s more fun doing it that way. The thrill of getting caught,”He looked down at me. “I’m old, Remy. My blood pressure.”I took off my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. His eyes followed it as it fell before going back up as I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arm around his neck. “Is that a joke? Because you don’t have to do that. I’m already naked. I’m easy.”He didn’t move away. “I don’t like you joking like that.”I bit my lips then jumped. He caught me as my legs wrapped around his waist. I giggled, wrapping my arm tight around his neck. My breasts pressed into his damp shirt as I stared into his face. “You’re so strong.”“You’re light.” Seeing his face so close was making me hungry. I couldn’t believe how