The sun is settingas I walk the bottom floor of the club. Glass still litters the floor, crunching under each step. The music is off, the bar abandoned. No guards perched in the corners. Completely desolate.
Just the way I need it.
Entering the office above Lex’s club feels surreal. I hardly came to this spot—the clan’s spies always watched it—but on the off chance I could sneak in, I would meet Nico here before the activities began.
It smells like him: wood polish, aftershave, and the faintest trace of his brand of tobacco. But I see Lex’s influence: family photos on the desk, an ultrasound by the books. Things that remind me of the changes I’ve instigated.
Reese sits in the center of the dark room, tied to a chair. His thigh, where I stabbed him, is wrapped in a blood bandage and I tsk.
“I forgot the capo doesn’t like blood on his floors.”
Stalking around him, I lean against the desk. Long black boots, a short skirt, and a black blouse; this is as me as Reese has ever witnessed. Gone is the girl I thought I had to be in society—demure, conservative—I’m who I’ve always been.
A plight in this world and nothing less. Just as Killian reminds me.
Gliding around the chair, Killian pushes his head away, twirling his blade in his hand. “He’s very particular about them. Odd issue.”
“Congealed blood doesn’t turn him on like it does you, Pup.”
He winks. “True. It’s so beautiful, though.”
Spitting on the floor, my victim glares at me. “So, this is the true captain of the clan, huh? Short skirts and witty banter?” He rolls his eyes. “If you hadn’t stabbed me, I’d think you were all talk.”
Killian growls under his breath, but I smile.
“You don’t think I’m scary?”
He scoffs. “Please. You’re a little girl playing dress-up in her father’s clothes. How have you built a reputation as some sadistic fucker, when you haven’t done shit?”
Pointedly, I look at his leg. “You’ve heard of my reputation?”
Reese snorts. “A reputation that doesn’t seem to fit the person, sorry to say.”
I glance over to the Reaper and sigh, as if annoyed. I’m really not. “Looks like I’ll have to rectify this.” A slow smirk curves across my face. “Want to help?”
His blade glints in the dim lighting. “Say the word. I’ll hand you the knife.”
“I have a better idea.”
I start to unbutton my shirt, and Killian snaps, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Reese—much to my displeasure—shifts, uncomfortable and intrigued.Good. I want this to be as confusing as possible before I get my revenge.
“Making good on your promise.” The shirt slips off my shoulders, vibrant, purple lacy bra exposed to the still air. The Reaper’s breath comes out angrily, his fingers fisting.
“What promise?”
“Come here.” I curl my finger, and like a good pup, he glides to my side. Without asking, he turns so his body blocks me from Reese’s hungry gaze.
Leaning close, I twirl the gold chain between my fingers, tugging him closer. “Am I yours?”
“Yes,” he snaps.
“Are you mine?”
He exhales harshly. “Yes.”
“Then trust me.”
