Death Reaper

Death Reaper

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Death Reaper is what they called him. No one knew who he was but he moved in silence. Violence, chaos and death followed wherever he went. Carving the letters D and R, dragging both of them out in a way that sliced whatever person he had his hands on. Multiple cases were reported all over the world and still, he was nowhere to be found. ***** Jayus Price couldn't care less about the life she's leading, surrounded by those she calls friends working as a bartender at Delusion, one of the most popular clubs in Miami. She never really shook off the odd vibes she gets when working there, she always assumed the club was involved in some shady business, but couldn't feel the need to look into it. After all, she's just there because the money is good and the nights are interesting. It's not until a certain person with long locks of dark brown hair, forest green eyes and a permanent twisted sadistic grin shows up in Jayus' life that things around start to get messed up and take a turn for the worse. Learning things she did not want to know and getting involved in situations leaving her hands stained by a dark crimson coloured liquid.
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[COMPLETED] trep·i·da·tion a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen. *** "You'll see the truth one day." I whispered against his harsh lips knowing this was wrong. The sensation was driving me insane, his warm breath panning over my lips. I needed this "Maybe I don't want the truth." His voice rough and his grip around my neck tightened. "Enough of your games, I've had it, now you listen to me or you walk away." *** Indiana Sommers isn't your normal working woman, she's capable of much more than the average human and she isn't afraid to show it. Working for Cruel Blood, one of the top mafias, she is being sent on an eight month job. Working with their competing mafia, Black Streak, Indiana must pose and work for the hit band "Trepidation". She must do her job, and do anything to complete it. No matter who or what gets in the way. When she is involved with Harry Styles everything changes. He is just as dangerous as her How is she supposed to complete her job? Trepidation is all Indiana can feel. *MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* DARK FIC//KINKS//SUBSTANCE ABUSE DECEMBER 2020 - AUGUST 2021

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