All Chapters of Property of Reaper King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The truck shook as he got into our street road. We weren’t speaking. We couldn’t. My head stared outside the window of the car and my legs were bunched up right on the seat. But his hand stayed on my thigh, squeezing it gently every five minutes. I didn’t tell him to pull away. Even if I should have. We were supposed to keep a distance. I wanted one last kiss. His hand on me. On my neck. On my skin. Inside me. Not… not holding me. But it was enough. I’d manage what I could get. The second we pulled into the compound, I saw everyone standing outside. Everyone. Including my Father. “Say nothing.” Decker said, turning off the engine. “Do you understand?”I sat upwards, looking at him. “What—?”He was already outside, slamming his door and walking towards them. He didn’t get far enough before my father walked up to him and punched him hard across the face. I hurried out of the car as he fell to the floor. “What are you doing?! Stop!”But Cole Calloway didn’t stop. He stomped over

Looked like everything is going to shit the second the President let me out of my fucking room. Not like I didn’t enjoy being away from all of the work but seeing the light was nice. Finding shit on the Bensons that we could exploit was turning out to be harder than finding gold on the club’s grounds. “You’re not gonna go talk to her?” I asked, angling my head at Buggy. He’s been quiet ever since I got out. Probably mad at me. He’d been the one to come tell me that Wolf wanted to jump at the Quarry. The one to keep me up to date about everything. But he was sad. And miserable. All of us were miserable when Remy was miserable. Sure the bar was the way it always was. There was the song that was actually just noise, and all the men with the club girls hanging over them. I heard Chrissy had died. They still had to work. It was almost sad. Nothing, of course, beat Remy sitting at the bar with her head down and three empty vodka bottles beside her. “Her drinking is still a force to be

The call ended. Before I was able to tell the little shit to tell Remy to pick her phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hadn’t updated me after what happened last night. He didn’t fucking understand the importance of me knowing her whereabouts. “Margot.”“Yes, President?”“I need to fly back to Arizona. Right now.”“You have a meeting tomorrow morning that you can’t miss.”I let out a laugh I didn’t even know I could muster as I looked at her. Her face stayed impassive, her eyes on the tablet in her hand as she swiped at it. My breathing was already changing. Becoming harder. “I’m not in the mood.”“The launch event was a success even with the things that happened after.” She adjusted her glasses, her voice flat and professional. “The board is ecstatic. The investors are pleased to sign the contract for tomorrow. Even your Father is glad with the progress—”“My father can go fuck himself. Get me on a fucking plane—”She looked at me. “As your assistant, I won’t allow that.”“You’re disob

“Come to me.”This… this motherfucker. I looked at Slick who was still moving around. He seemed busy. And I was going to be bored anyway. “Where are you— and why the fuck are you laughing?”His chuckle trailed off slightly before I heard him say, “I didn't think you’d be so forthcoming. Not after what happened last night.”“Last night?”“I called a few times and you called and told me to stop. I was sure you wouldn’t pick the call up today. Decided to try out my chances. By the way, I like you having a phone. Keep having it on you.”“You seem to think we’re on good terms.”There was silence on the other side for a little bit, then, “I’m in South Korea.”I walked to a box I saw in the corner. It wasn’t covered like the rest with dust. I placed the phone on my left hand and took off the lid. “It’s business, isn’t it?”“Yes. Want to hear about what exactly it is they’re signing off on?”Inside it were papers. Yellowed, old looking papers with a lot of numbers. Something financial, maybe

He was joking…Wasn’t he?But he wasn’t. He stood in front of me, his hands behind his back, his eyes unexpressive. I laughed. “You’re funny. Look at you. Decker Kane. Asking me to do that. Doesn’t that make you feel pathetic? Fighting me all this time and now, you can’t be without me for a couple of minutes?”“Two minutes, forty five seconds.”He said it calmly. Too calmly. Why was he always so fucking calm? The only sign that he was holding back was his eyes. The way they stared at me as if he couldn’t wait. My slick was practically staining my jean as the laugh died in my throat. Still, I tried not to let it show as I unzipped it down, my eyes staying on him. “I’m gonna bring this up every time we have an argument. The Reaper King kidnapped a poor, defenseless girl just so she could touch herself in front of him,”He didn’t respond. Heat flooded through my body as I stood and pulled down my jeans. I thought of running, just to see if he’d chase— but my clit was throbbing as har