CHAPTER EIGHT

REAPER

May you never forget how much you disgust me.

I shake my head as I speed down the road to my club. Fuck her.

I should’ve killed her.

The last thing I need is yet another person reminding me how abnormal I am. Do they really think I don’t fucking know that? I know. I’m not the fucking idiot they all think I am.

‘What do you mean, you get a tingling feeling in your neck?’

‘We kill when we need to, not because we have a fucking bizarre urge.’

‘How does walking the earth, killing people for no reason, benefit the family?’

My dad was the first to point out how different I am, and he’s the one person that knew the real reason why. Where the rage stems from. Understanding why didn’t matter to him, only that I was conducting myself in a way that did not benefit the Bonetti line. If it didn’t make him money, or give him power, he didn’t give a fuck. I’m close with my brothers, but they don’t get me either. Nobody does.

And now, Bella is just like them. Maybe worse, because nobody in my family hates me, but she does. I’m not a fucking rapist.

There’s a good chance I hate Arabella, if for no other reason than she makes me feel something. What, I don’t know, but I don’t like to fucking feel. It makes me so angry I can’t fucking see straight.

Pulling up to the club, I spot a car in my parking spot. I’ll deal with that in a moment. I dial my brother Kage, because I need to see him.

“Where are you?” I ask as soon as he answers.

“In your club, getting my dick sucked. ”

After hanging up, I park beside the spot stealer. I know the car well. Alonzo Abruzzo. Son of Vincenzo Abruzzo, a rival family, which makes me wonder why he’s in my fucking club. Rival families are allowed here if they choose to be, sans weapons, of course. Only Bonettis can enter my club with any. I climb off my bike as I spot him walking to his car, and approach him.

“Is the fucking no parking sign invisible to you, asshole?”

He turns to me with a smug expression.

“I park where I want.”

Narrowing my gaze at him, I say, “You used to park wherever you wanted. Back when you were alive.”

Shrugging like it means nothing, he quips, “We all know you’re a psychopath, Reaper, but even you aren’t going to kill someone over a parking spot.”

On any other day, he might be right, but today is not any other day, and he picked the wrong time to fuck around and find out. The familiar tingle travels down the base of my neck, and he recognizes the glint in my eye that people talk about. He knows when the sun rises, he won’t be around to see it.

“Reaper. Come on, man. It’s a fucking parking spot.”

I step closer to him, and he reaches behind him, clearly going for his gun. I don’t fucking think so. For a moment, I wonder if he was in my establishment with a firearm. I’ll deal with my security shortly. After this asshole is dead.

Grabbing his reaching arm, I pull it up behind his back until he lands face down on the hood of his car, likely causing a dent. I smile sadistically at him as I flip him to his back, and wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze, while staring into his wide, panic-stricken eyes. He attempts to push me off him as he struggles to breathe. They always do. The will to live is one that intrigues me. Even people with shitty fucking lives will do anything to prolong their existence. A person will have nothing to live for, and still struggle to survive. It’s fascinating .

And there it is. His eyes turn from a vibrant green to a glassy appearance. The one I enjoy so much. I don’t know why. Bones says it’s the power, but I’m not so sure. For me, I like the look in the eyes as they die. And it’s the only thing that makes the tingling subside.

Letting go of him, I chuckle to myself.

Asshole.

I reach into his jacket pocket and find exactly what I need. Pulling the cap off his black sharpie, I write ‘No’ on his forehead, and ‘parking’ on his cheek.

After placing it in the pocket of my leather jacket, I walk into my club. Years ago, my father tossed me out of the family business, because he said I was a liability. A mafia war waiting to happen. He bought me this club as a parting gift, hoping it would keep me busy. It doesn’t. There is someone for every job that needs to be done. Checking in weekly is the only requirement for me, to make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to.

Walking inside, I nod to my doorman and step into the club. There are blue lights at the top of the ceiling, shining down to the black-tiled floor. The walls are black as well, but the lights make them look blue.

There’s a large black ‘U’ shaped bar to my right, and I nod to my bartender that’s working tonight; a pretty redhead wearing leather pants, and a matching sleeveless top. I keep walking through the gyrating bodies to the spiral staircase, and make my way to the VIP room, where Kage is likely getting his blowjob. I’m hoping he’s done, but with him you never know.

When I enter, I spot a blonde on her knees with his dick in her mouth. I glance away while he finishes, but can’t help but wonder how it feels. I know fucking feels amazing, but this I haven’t experienced yet. I’m fairly confident, at this point, my living dead girl is not going to be into it. She’s pretty pissed at me. Fuck, that confuses me because she had an orgasm. That had to mean that she enjoyed it, at least a little .

I tune out the sound of my brother’s grunt, and stay turned away from him, until I hear him dismissing the girl. When I notice she’s one of my waitresses, I roll my eyes and narrow my gaze at Kage.

“Is that why you come here? To get your dick sucked by my staff?”

He chuckles as he zips up his pants.

“You should try it. After all, they are here to serve you.”

Not exactly. They are here to serve my customers. Besides, I only want Bella’s lips wrapped around my cock. Even though, at this moment, I’d be concerned that she’d bite it off.

I take a seat beside him and motion to the waitress to bring me a drink. They all know my drink is whiskey, so I won’t have to even give any instructions.

Miranda comes over and places a glass in front of me, along with a bottle of Buchanan’s 18 Special Reserve. I pour myself two fingers, and Kage questions me.

“You look off. What’s going on? Is there a body?”

I shake my head no, even though there most definitely is a body outside my club.

“Remember when Bones told you about ‘Living Dead Girl’?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. The one that got away.”

I throw back my drink and pour myself more.

“She’s currently chained up in my house, but she’s fucking with my head. I fucked her. She said it was rape. But she came .”

Kage arches an eyebrow at me with obvious surprise.

“You fucked her? Seriously?”

I glare at him and say, “Yes, I fucked her. That’s not the point. Can you fucking focus?”

He chuckles softly, as he pours himself some of my expensive whiskey.

“I’m just impressed. That’s probably the most normal thing you’ve done since you were a kid. ”

Taking a gulp of his drink, he swallows and says, “If you’re looking for chick advice, you are barking up the wrong tree. I know nothing about them, except I like to fuck them.”

That’s helpful.

“Look, we are Bonetti men. We take what we want. Let her cry. She will get over it.”

He shrugs. “If you want actual advice, you should talk to Bones. He has a wife now, so he probably knows more than I do.”

I shake my head. “I’m good. He’s going to be pissed at me as it is.”

“Reaper. What did you do?”

Glancing around the room, I watch the waitress working the bar up here. There are only a few men at the bar, because you have to be approved to get up here.

“Reaper,” he growls, as he clearly gets impatient with me.

“I might have just killed Abruzzo’s son in the parking lot.”

My gaze moves to my brother, as I stare at the shock on his face.

“Why?”

I shrug like I don’t know, even though I really do.

“He took my parking spot.”

“Jesus Christ, Reaper. You’re starting a mafia war over a parking spot?”