Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Did you forget who you’re talking to?” Reaper questions, making me realize he actually doesn’t give a shit if I try to castrate him with my foot or not; his reflexes are too fast. “I don’t mean to insult you, and while I do agree that you are certainly an asset, I’m a solo act, always have been. Plus, five nights ago, I watched you accidentally hang yourself at the scene by your hair. You are valuable, just not to me.”
“Well, shit,” I laugh, releasing the pressure under my foot, only he doesn’t release my ankle, just happily allows me to leave my foot wedged between his legs. “Way to kick a girl when she’s down.”
“That was certainly not my intention.”
“I can handle it. I’m a big girl,” I tell him, removing my foot anyway, not sure I’m comfortable enough to be that bold with him. “But for the record, I wouldn’t want to work with you either. You strike me as the my way or the highway type, and I’m sure from your senseless stalking, you’ve realized that I don’t mesh well with that bullshit.” He arches a brow, and for whatever reason, I feel I need to go on. “I don’t play well with others.”
“I don’t believe that to be true.”
“No?”
“You had compassion for Eagle. Had a fair fight and agreed to watch over her younger sister, and when 343 was bleeding out on the ground, you made awkward small talk despite almost being scalped. You’re a kind person despite your tough exterior.”
“Is this supposed to be some kind of gotcha moment?”
“No, just an observation.”
“And what other observations have you made?”
“That The Texan Reaper and The Boneyard Slayer are going to be issues.”
“The brothers?” I say. “I figured they were working together.”
“You knew they were brothers?”
I nod. “I have a photographic memory, plus I am diligent in my research. I tracked their prior kills and narrowed down the location. They were all within a thirty-mile radius, and once I found one of the brothers, finding the other was a piece of cake. They’ve been working as a team since they murdered their parents as teens. They’re brutes. It wasn’t hard to find information on them. There’s a bunch of it, starting from their younger years. They’re reckless and violent, and while they don’t come with brains, it doesn’t make them any less dangerous.”
Reaper watches me through a narrowed gaze. “You were able to find out all of that.”
“Like I said, I’m diligent in my research. I have a thick file on every contender in these games locked securely inside my brain. I know just about everything there is to know about everyone . . . Well, except you and Shadow. You two seem to be a mystery.”
“Perhaps you’re more of an asset than I gave you credit for.”
I scoff and stand from the table. “If you wanna get between these legs and into my head, you’re going to have to try a shitload harder than that,” I tell him. “Unless you have information on Shadow you’re willing to share?”
“Not likely.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say, before turning my back and walking away, more than happy to leave him with the bill, though considering how terrified the waiter was of Reaper, I can assume there will be no bill. He’d just be happy to see us walk out of here.
I make my way out of the restaurant, feeling more than proud of myself while also knowing that the rest of my night is going to consist of me madly trying to get myself off to relieve the intense ache between my legs.
Heading down the sidewalk in the direction of my car, a large body steps in behind me, and warm hands clutch my waist. “What was it that you said when you walked away from me last time?” Reaper questions, his deep tone rumbling through his chest. “That the next time I get you all worked up and wet like this, I better have the balls to follow through.”
His hand circles my waist, and as I suck in a breath, it travels down. Anticipation burns through me, and if he’s not careful, I’ll end up screwing him right here in front of the hotel restaurant.
Reaper’s hand doesn’t stop until it’s cupped between my legs and when the heel of his palm grinds against my core, a deep groan slips from between my lips. “Tell me, Little Siren, just how wet are you?”
I relax my body weight back into his, knowing I’m about to be both metaphorically and literally screwed. I tip my head back as his palm works me through my jeans, and just as I go to respond and tell him just how easily he’s got me trapped, something flashes through the darkness.
My back stiffens and sensing something’s wrong, Reaper instantly goes on alert, his hand snapping away from me like lightning. “What is it?” Reaper questions, his sharp gaze searching the darkness.