All Chapters of Property of Reaper King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She’s okay. She’s okay. She’s okay. She’s okay. She’s okay. She’s okay.“Kane!” My head snapped from my hand, looking at Slink as he parked his motorcycle— though I couldn’t help the frown that creased my forehead as I saw the passenger he came with. Sasha Gonzalez. She looked the way she always did. Angry about something or someone. She had on Slink’s club jacket… new information, as she walked to me. The second Slink joined her, I nudged my head towards her. “You’re not allowed to bring friends.”“She’s not a friend.” Slink said, his eyes roaming over me. “Your hand looks worse everytime I fucking see it.”I clenched it into a fist. “Either that or I end up dead.” I came out of my truck, eyeing her. “Sasha. Glad to see you’re doing okay. How are the other girls?”Sasha folded her arms. “Worry about yourself. You look like shit,”It was probably because I hadn’t slept. Or showered. Spending hours following a lead and trying to track as much as I could while watching her location to

“When I saw the call, I was certain you wanted to go somewhere else with me since it’s been a while,” Blake’s voice was different from how it’d been this week. It lost the gentleness it had and was now laced with amusement. And irritation. “But it seems you want to go somewhere else. Just not with me.”I looked outside. Scarlett was talking to Victor. He wasn’t listening, not really. “You’ve been the one coming back late.”“Never crossed your mind to ask me why I do? Why I return so late and don’t talk to you?” He chuckled. It felt wrong. “You weren’t watching the movies so you didn’t notice. But each one showed me how a relationship was supposed to look. You’re supposed to ask. You’re supposed to care.” I looked away. Something felt wrong. His voice. His tone. The tension I’d been feeling the entire week returned. Like I was on edge. Like he could hold me down again and do whatever he wanted. “I thought you needed space.”“You didn’t ask.”You didn’t communicate. I wanted to say, bu

“You did well today.”I looked away from the window to Margot. She was looking at me, fully looking at me. Not like before either. Her blue eyes had expression, had something, as if there was a secret she’d wanted to tell me for very long and didn’t know how to go about it. I smiled at her. “Did I?”“You engaged with professionalism and respect. You listened and you were ready to compromise.” She was still looking. “You’re becoming mature.”I chuckled. “I can’t tell a fucking difference.”“There is.” Her voice stayed soft, as if she was reminiscing. “It’s… good.”Compliments from her were practically almost nonexistent. Margot Kozlov had seemed to make it her entire life’s purpose to keep me on edge and remind me of all my mistakes. And now, here she was, talking about how mature I was becoming? We hadn’t spoken about that night with Decker. I couldn’t find it in myself to even bring it up. She had something with him. But it didn’t matter. She was my Father’s problem. And now, I had

Decker Kane had seen me naked before. He’d given me a shower and he’d fucked me so many times so this wasn’t new to him— and yet, there he was, staring at me as if he was discovering new about himself. Like he was seconds away from discovering me too. “Decker.” “I’ve seen you naked already.” He said quietly, his eyes still not leaving my body. “I didn’t think you’d mind.” “Turn. Around.” He obeyed. I shot off the nozzle, ignoring the way water dripped from my wet hair as I stared at him. He was so huge now, and there he was, standing there like such an obedient Doberman. Like he hadn’t hurt me. Like he’d forgotten the state he’d found me in. He hadn’t even apologized for doing what he did. For setting me on Blake. For putting me in this fucking position of fear and terror and being unable to do anything but stay by his side. I snatched the dry clothes from his grip, my fingers brushing against his calloused knuckles for a fraction of a second. That fraction mad

I watched his men move, placing his body on the bed. I pulled out my stopwatch to look at the time. 11:05pm. We were right on schedule. “Thank you.” I stared at my son laying face forward the bed. He was already waking up, his eyes slowly following the men leaving his room. I watched them narrow in disbelief before he started to laugh. It was a laugh of absurdity and disbelief, tinged with hate. “You fucking hired them, didn’t you?”“No. Contrary to belief, I am not omniscient. They know who I am so they let me in.” I knew saying those words didn’t make him feel safer. But it didn’t matter. I watched him struggle to fight out whatever remnant of the drug that was in his system. And fail. “Take your time. Forcing yourself out of it might have dire consequences—”“Leave Remy alone.” He slurred his words, couldn’t move. And there he was, trying to protect her. “Whatever you think she did— she didn’t fucking do it. Okay? Just crawl back to the hell you came out of. And leave us alone.”