All Chapters of Property of Reaper King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Remy Calloway had buried herself so deep into my veins that I could no longer tell how I had survived this long without her. “I couldn't believe that you actually slept off,” She was changing into the new clothes I had brought— because something in me knew that this would happen. That she’d rip or get her clothes dirty— or I would. I stared at the marks on her skin. I didn’t know what came over me. I hated the fact she was covering them. “Do you feel alright?”“Not really,” She made a face. A smirk. “But you’ve cleaned me up, fed me, massaged my thighs and feet. Do anything else and I wouldn’t want to leave,”I swallowed, trying my hardest to control myself. I’d done it for years. And all of a sudden, it felt like each moment I was away from her, I was slowly suffocating. “Mhm.”She stared at me. “Are you alright?”No. Longer. My head was hurting being this far away from you. I’d finally experienced silence, as if every moment in time had culminated in this feeling. This… excessive

“Can I leave now?”“No.” I slid out from under the car and shot him a glare. “You don’t have work. You don’t have anywhere to be so stay quiet, put more food into your system and stop trying to run away,”Wolf made a face, but he didn’t complain anymore. The other mechanics around us held back a laugh. When I returned back with Slink, I found them waiting in front of the house, telling me that I had work to do (while they knelt afterwards and begged me to come back when I said no). Unlike the rest of the compound, they hadn’t asked a single question. Nothing about what had happened that night. Or why my Father hit Decker. Nothing personal. And for the last two days ever since my little journey into the town with Slink, it had been calming. But I hadn't seen Decker either. I wiped the grease off my hands with a rag, watching Wolf pick up the burger I’d gotten for him. I walked up to him, ruffling his hair a bit. We hadn’t talked about the… incident, but he had gotten a cold and h

Come to the storage room. Decker’s message rang through my head. Storage room. Not here. Not the cabin. He couldn’t even be here with me in this shit place. And this marriage thing… What does he want? To fuck? He can’t even pretend to be here with me? He can’t pretend to want me for anything but sex? What are we? What is this? “Remy—” I spun around, my eyes hard. “What the fuck do you want?” Garett stared at me the way he always did, like I was some freak of nature he couldn’t categorize properly. I hated him. That wasn’t going to change. “You could just say no.” “No. Fuck off.” I turned around, my heart pounding. “We’re not friends.” “That’s the one thing you need right now, don’t you think?” My head snapped back to him. “What the fuck does that mean?” Garett stared at me. His knife spun that fucking useless knife of his around. “What do you think I mean? Look around you, Princess. The people here are so fucking little. And what? Everyone’s talking shit about you and you’

When Blake kissed me, I hated it. I thought I’d throw up. I thought I’d die. I thought of how different kissing you is. Kissing you feels as natural as breathing. I want to always have my lips on you. “Fuck.” My stomach tightened. My pussy walls were already clenching hard around him. Fingers. Fucking fingers and I could feel the world spin. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry—”He hit me. The slap wasn’t strong, but it was hard enough to send a jolt straight down to my pussy. I clenched harder on his fingers. They were so thick, and the pace in which he was going— fuck. Fuck. “Trying to rile me up? Do you have a death wish, baby?”My legs were awkward as I tried to find a suitable position. My back hurt pressing on the wheel. I felt like I was going to be squashed from how everywhere was pressing into me— but none of it mattered because my entire focus was on Decker. “M-Maybe—”He took his fingers out. He took his fingers out.I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body clenching aroun

“Cheer up. She’d be back any minute now,” Buggy said, slurring his words. He’d taken so much alcohol and that was perhaps the sixteenth time he’d said she’d back. But she wasn’t. Not yet. I wasn't sure what to do with the rest of the cake that I’d kept for her. Of course, she didn’t know I’d made it. She didn’t have to. It’d almost been impossible because she kept her eyes on me constantly. I’d nearly forgotten how it felt to not be by her side. I turned to look at Slink. It was nice to see him again after his absence. Though ever since he returned, he seemed to spend most of his time talking to this club girl that Remy had made him invite— Sasha, was it?She was cool. A little scary because she spoke little and was also glaring. But cool. I looked at Buggy who was now snoring over the table and the rest of the men around. They were all drinking and talking. They were grateful for the free drinks and cake. Just like Cole had said they would be. Yes. He planned the party. He said