“They grunt and point and mumble questions to each other. Titus eventually nods at his men and they stuff the contents back into the bag. Bruno turns to me and starts patting at my shirt, my pants. He checks each and every pocket, but never removes my boots.“The boy starts workin’ on the door first thing tomorrow,” Titus says. “Now, Bruno, get this Reaper outta my sight.”“Hang on. I want to see Bree first.”“Yer here, and ya weren’t slow. She ain’t been touched.”“I’d still like to confirm that.”“...Ah,” Titus says, his lips curling playfully. “So that ya can touch her yerself, maybe?”My jaw tightens. “Bring me to her or Clipper doesn’t open the door.”“Perhaps I should give ya some blankets, too,” Titus jeers. “So ya can have yer moment in luxury.”“Now!”He bursts out laughing. “Yer so easy to rile, Reaper.”I hate being called that, being associated with Frank and his Order, with the people who have ruined my entire life. I wonder if this is what Jackson felt like when we called him Forgery.“Give him another five with the girl,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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