The Pet

Pet has lived what most would consider an extremely abnormal life. She grew up on the streets of Reaper in some of the most notorious gangs in the city. But none of them ever really stuck, nothing ever felt right for her. Not until she was kidnapped from a club and duct-taped to a chair in someone's basement and staring at the leader of the Reapers. The oldest gang in the city. And the leader was requesting Pet's very specific skills. When Pet agrees, her very mundane mafia world is traded in for a raging turf war, bad blood that goes back centuries and even her own history as it comes back to haunt her. All while trying not to fall for the beautiful and brooding head of spies, Altas.

As for Altas, he was content before Pet. He didn't question orders, he didn't disobey orders, he felt like he had everything under control. That is, until the tiny brutal woman was strapped to a chair in their basement. Everything he thought he knew, everything he valued would change as the normal chaotic world he once knew came crashing down around him, turning into something much more sinister.

Reaper will never be the same.

***

"You know why I'm happy to be The Pet?" Her eyes blazed with fury as she stared up at me.

I tried to keep my voice even, calm when I said: "Why?"

"Because I'm free of guilt." She squared her shoulders. "I might be the one to pull the trigger but I sure as shit wasn't the one who called the shot." She gave me one last hard stare. Grey eyes so dark and pissed that I wasn't sure if I was struggling to keep her gaze or look away. But she made the decision for me, shouldering past me and out the door.