Property Of Reaper King

They missed me so much, it was almost unbelievable.

“Jesus Christ, did you get surgery? When did your ass get so big?!” Buggy said, his gold teeth gleaming at me.

“You look so fucking hot, Remy!” An old rookie and friend, Slink, chipped in.

“Hope you're staying forever this time. Almost got the entire pack looking for you. Can't trust those other weak men to treat our princess good, can we, boys?” Wolf Kane, baby brother of Decker Kane, raised his alcohol glass, his eyes glistening at me.

They all cheered loudly in return.

Decker Kane, on the other hand, was keeping his distance. The entire gang had been super excited to see me again and had taken me to their bar.

The women were usually never allowed in there except on rare occasions, so here I was, in my teeny shorts and tight top with all of these men who were drinking for my return.

He's lurking somewhere. I know it.

“But it's good to have you back, though. Not everyone knows how to fix a motorcycle the way you do,” Wolf slid another glass of alcohol to me.

I caught and downed it in seconds. “Glad to be back. Wasn't sure I could stay away any longer, honestly.”

“Not sure how your Father would feel knowing you're back, though.”

Cole Calloway. President of the Iron Clad Kings. My Father, who was so fucking smothering I was sure I'd kill myself.

He didn't want what happened with my Mother to happen to me, so he should have taught me things as protection. But he hid me away from everyone.

Decker Kane was the only reason I survived the real world.

“He missed you, but he really just wanted you to have a normal life, you know? Not being shot at, for once,” Slink said, then winked at the bat still in my hand. “But I guess Calloway's blood is stronger than he thinks, yeah?”

“By the way, how much damage did he get? Do we still need to rough him up?” Buggy asked.

Wolf's eyes lowered. “Buggy.”

“What? Everyone wants to know!”

My hand reached for Buggy's face as I leaned in, my breasts dangerously close to his face as I whispered, “I can even do you one better. Open your mouth.”

Buggy opened with the speed of light.

I picked up my glass and shot down the burning alcohol. Didn't swallow. I positioned my mouth right over his, but before I could spit it back, a rough hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me so hard I almost kissed the floor.

But I strategically let myself fall into his chest, a wide smile flashing across my lips. “Oops.”

Decker Kane was so much taller than I remembered. And larger. I felt like a tiny butterfly in front of a mountain. I wanted to have him pinning me down and on top of me right now. “Enough.”

My hands moved up his chest. “I know what it looks like, but I'm not the bad guy here. I'm the drunk weak one. I'm innocent.”

“Boss, she wasn't—” Slink started, but then he let out a groan, which I was sure came from Wolf elbowing him in his ribs.

Such a good wing man, honestly.

“But maybe I'm not drunk, and you could punish—”

I didn't get to finish the sentence. Decker dragged me like I weighed nothing away from the bar and the eyes of the other guys. We passed so many rooms, and then we were in an office.

He flung me in and shut the door.

I grinned and turned around. “Well, well, well. I didn't think you wanted me that badly, but if you're going to be so rough—”

“This is your Father's office. He'll be here in ten minutes.” So gruff. So cold. “Sit.”

I didn't. I moved even closer. “I promise you, a minute inside me, and you'd have the best orgasm of your—”

“Remy.”

That voice. He said it in that same tone that made me realize how madly obsessed with him I was at nineteen. Decker Kane was a quiet man, but for some reason, with me, he talked like I was his property. His to ruin and keep.

I liked the idea of it too much.

I scoffed and moved back to one of the seats there. “Whatever. Ruin my fun. See if I care.”

He said nothing.

“So what? You're gonna stand there brooding like a turkey? At the very least, get the fuck out and leave me alone if you're not gonna have a conversation with me—or take out your dick.”

“Is that all you learned outside? Sex? Is that all you care about now?” He cut in, his eyes hard. “The Remy I knew had dreams. She wasn't… this way.”

My heart stung. “Fuck. You. You don't know shit about me. You fucking abandoned me for three years. Didn't look for me. Didn't even fucking call. I'm sure you were as glad as my father was that I was gone, weren't you? Problem child finally out of your hands. Could take your early retirement now.”

He might have given you all of his attention as a kid, but you're grown now. No one wants you. No one gives a fuck about old Remy Calloway. She's just loud and silly and such a burden.

His eyes hardened into rocks. “Are you done?”

Hurt thrummed through my veins, but I knew better than showing it. “You can't win this, Decker, and you know it. You can avoid looking at my tits for as long as you want, or clenching your hands into fists, but you're gonna want me. And when you do, you're going to beg and crawl for it. I'm gonna make you pay for every single emotion I felt. Maybe not now. But so very soon. Hold me to that.”

Fortunately for me, I didn't have to hear his response because the door to the office slammed open and a too-familiar voice said, “Remus Lou Calloway.”

Fuck. Full name. Double homicide.

I winced. “Hi, Daddy.”