CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

REAPER

I storm out of the bathroom and slam the door, while my asshole brother sits on my fucking bed. Opening a drawer, I pull out a pair of jeans and put them on, and walk over to Kage. I pull my fist back and hit him in the jaw. He jumps up, touching his face, and glares at me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Reaper?”

Wrapping my hand around his throat, I growl, “You don’t fucking touch her. Don’t look at her. You sure as fuck don’t come into my bathroom while I’m fucking her. This one is off limits to you, Kage.”

He stares at me like I have two heads, as I release my loose grip on his throat.

“You’re lucky I don’t lay you out, asshole.”

I don’t say anything back, instead I grab the clothes and bring them to Bella, in the bathroom.

“Get dressed, baby.”

She doesn’t say anything, but watches me with a concerned expression. I close the door behind me and walk back into the bedroom.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Kage asks, still rubbing his jaw.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare at him. He is not enough of an idiot that he doesn’t know why I’m pissed off.

“She’s mine. Do you think if you walked in on Bones fucking Athena, that he wouldn’t punch you in the fucking face?”

He holds his hands up in defeat.

“Alright, I was just messing around. Maybe I took it too fucking far, but she’s just some pussy. Athena is his wife. There’s a difference. ”

Unfolding my arms, I step closer to him. “She is not ‘some pussy’. Alright? Bella is mine. Not for today or tomorrow. Fucking forever.”

His lips lift up into a grin I’d like to wipe off his face.

“You went and fell in love with the first woman you fucked, didn’t you?”

The bathroom door opens, and she comes out, looking gorgeous as always. Kage stares at her with an amused expression.

“Oh, now I get it. Good job, little brother.”

Kage is an asshole, but I’m probably closest to him out of my brothers, although I’m more like Psycho.

“Watch it,” I say as Bella comes over and stands beside me.

“Bella, this is Kage. Kage, this is my girl, Bella.”

He nods at her.

“I’d shake your hand, but I’m afraid Killer here would bite it off.”

“Thank you for the clothes,” she says sweetly.

“Yeah, thanks, but you can go now, dickhead.”

With a grin, he turns to the door and Bella grabs my hand. “Nico,” she warns.

I sigh as Kage turns to me with an even bigger smile.

“Nico?”

He chuckles and says, “Alright, I’m leaving before I get hit again.”

“That was intense,” she says after he leaves.

I pull her into my arms and hold her tight against my chest, and inhale the scent of her freshly washed hair.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

Kissing her on the top of the head, I move away from her reluctantly.

“Let me finish getting dressed and we can go.”

Grabbing a shirt, I get dressed while Bella keeps asking questions.

“Why did you hit him?”

I pull my boxers on and answer her .

“Several reasons. He never should’ve come into my bedroom knowing you are here. Kage sure as fuck shouldn’t have come into the bathroom where I was fucking you. And finally, his comment about fucking you was out of line. He’s lucky I only hit him once.”

As I get into my jeans, she continues our conversation.

“Well, it takes two people to fuck, Nico, and I would never. I didn’t fuck anyone when I thought you were dead, and I sure as hell wouldn’t now. Especially not your brother. You have nothing to be jealous of. I’m with you.”

I pull my shirt over my head.

“Kage is a playboy, like Bones used to be. He fucks more women than I can count, and seems to have them lined up. They see him, and immediately fall to their knees for him. And you’re exactly his type. I knew if he saw you, he’d think you were beautiful.”

She saunters over to me, looking sexy as hell, and strokes her fingers down my cheek.

“Vulnerable Nico is very sexy, but you have nothing to worry about, because I’m yours.”

With a grin, she says, “My ass even says so.”

I chuckle and kiss her quickly.

“Let’s go. I’m going to show you my second favorite thing to do.”

I take her hand, and we walk downstairs when she asks, “What’s your favorite, if this is second?”

Chuckling, I say, “Fucking you, living dead girl. That’s hands-down my favorite thing to do.”

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she gazes at me, as I open the door to take her out for the night.