The Reaper
La Asesina Bonita #2
Michelle Brown
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Contents
Playlist
Prologue
1. Rosalina
2. Rosalina
3. Anthony
4. Rosalina
5. Anthony
6. Rosalina
7. Rosalina
8. Rosalina
9. Anthony
10. Rosalina
11. Anthony
12. Rosalina
13. Rosalina
14. Rosalina
15. Anthony
16. Rosalina
17. Anthony
18. Rosalina
19. Anthony
20. Rosalina
21. Rosalina
22. Anthony
23. Rosalina
24. Rosalina
25. Anthony
26. Rosalina
Epilogue
Coming This Summer
Diamond Bitch
Also by Michelle Brown
About the Author
Playlist
Sell My Soul - Seether
Hit Me Like A Man - Pretty Reckless
Castle - Halsey
Kill For You - Skylar Gray ft Eminem
Bloody Creature Poster Girl - In This Moment
Hypnotic - Zella Day
Sick Like Me - In This Moment
The Devil Within - Digital Daggers
Mz Hyde - Halestorm
Dark In My Imagination - of Verona
Roots - In This Moment
Bad Things - Machine Gun Kelly ft Camila Cabello
Bad Days - Tove Lo
Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande
My Name Is Human - Highly Suspect
Lifelines - I Prevail
KILL4ME - Marilyn Mansion
The Monster - Eminem ft Rihanna
Russian Roulette - Rihanna
Get Me Out - No Resolve
Bodies - Drowning Pool
Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez
DEVIL - Shinedown
Prologue
Anthony Rey De Los Santos. I have always gone by this name, but I go by another too. If you know me by my other name, then chances are it’s because you went against my father. You see my father is the head of the Cuban Mafia, and he made me into his executioner when I was eleven years old.
I don’t just kill everyone you see. I make sure that the punishment fits the crime. You stole from the business then you will be lucky to keep your hand, ran out on a job the Patrõn sent you on then be ready to lose a leg. Don’t run from me and I will go a bit easier on you. If I have to chase you, then chances are someone in your family will pay the price.
My first kill was a traitor to our family. I didn’t question it at all, in fact, I developed a thirst for blood. I was eleven at the time, and I didn’t know anything about killing someone.
“Take it,” Armando commanded shoving the handle to the knife in my direction.
“No Quiero,” I said through broken sobs.
Glaring at me he spat, “Boy, I didn’t ask if you wanted to. Do it now or take the punishment for disobeying El Patron.”
Wrapping a shaky hand around the handle, I turned to face the man strapped to the chair. Whispering lo siento to the man I raised the knife above my head and brought it down stabbing it into his thigh. He let out a muffled shriek because of the rag someone had shoved into his mouth before I walked into the room.
“Again,” Armando commanded.
I pulled the knife out of his leg and saw his bright red blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. I raised the blade again and brought it down into his other thigh. I continued pulling the knife out just to drive it back in again in a new spot again, and again.
“That’s suficiente Anthony,” Armando said grabbing hold of my arm.
He took the knife from my hand and gave me a rag to clean the blood that was dripping from my fingertips.
“Now finish it,” he commanded handing me a gun.
The weight of the gun in my hand was a new experience for me. I had never held one, and yet Armando wanted me to use it.
“How do I shoot,” I asked in a small voice.
With a loud sigh, he walked behind me and lifted my hand.
“Point it at that piece of shit, be sure you spread your feet apart. Yes, just like that. Now be sure you have that piece of shit in your sights, and squeeze the trigger,” Armando said letting go of my hand.
I took a deep breath. I can do this, father has told me to, and I can’t say no to El Petron, I mentally scolded myself. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I pulled the trigger.
“Good job, boy. Your father will be proud,” Armando told me clapping me on my back. “Soon you will be doing this all the time and not think twice about it. Go, I will clean up the mess,” he said turning around to grab the clear plastic wrap leaning against the wall.
Turning to look at the man I just killed I felt sick. I barely made it out of the building before I was vomiting. What had I done?
That was the first time I killed without question for my family. It wouldn’t be the last.
1
Rosalina
Those men Oscar and Gerald Kruse had come into my home and taken Amalia. Fuck. Damn it. Shit. How did they know she would even be here? I asked myself, as I paced the floor of Roman’s office.
“Ma’am, would you like for me to reach out to my contacts?” Nico asked, already holding his phone.
“Yes, and Nico, tell them that we will pay any expenses if they can find her. Bonus if they lead me to those men alive,” I said.
Now it was time to show everyone just why my father made me the boss.
“Roman, find out how they even got onto the grounds let alone how they managed to get in the house,” I command turning around to meet his eyes.
Looking over to Tony, who was leaning against the bookcase, I motioned for him to walk out of the room with me.
“Amor, if you don’t mind when we find Amalia, I would like to join in on the fun,” Tony quietly said to me.
“Thank you, Tony. I think I would like for you to be there beside me,” I rush out in a breathy whisper.
Thinking of Tony with blood on his hands was not being productive, but I couldn’t help the wave of desire I felt.
“Umm, okay… well, I need to give my uncle a call,” I said taking a deep breath.
“
I will go with you,” Tony replied as he grabbed my hand pulling me towards my office.
Opening the door to my office, I walked in ahead of him. Tony made his way over to my desk chair while I played with my phone.
“Come here,” he said,patting his lap.
I liked seeing him sitting behind my desk. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I made way over to him and sat down.
Tony gently massaged my shoulders as I called my uncle Hernando, “Tío, how are you?” I could hear him moving around on his end of the phone, I must have woken him up.
“Rosalina, I’m fine. Did Amalia arrive yet?” my uncle responded.
Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Yes, she arrived last night. That's not why I am calling though. I need to let you know that Amalia was taken late last night. We have a lead on who did it, but I need to know who exactly knew she was going to be here.”
I could hear him muttering to himself.
“Tío, I need to know if this was someone coming after her or if she was mistaken for me.”
Sighing loudly, he clipped out, “I knew it was a gamble sending her to you. The only people that knew where she was going was her driver, her, and us.”
Tony whispered in my ear, “Shh amor, we will find them. She will be okay. Trust me; they will regret this.”
I nodded my head at his words, managing to choke out, “Adiós, Tío.”
Tony kissed my neck as he took the phone from my hand,
“Now we need to see what Roman and Nico have found out, vamonos amor,” he murmured into my hair, while he signaled for me to move.
“Thank you, Tony. I don’t know what I would have done without you keeping me sane right now,” I said with a sad smile.
2
Rosalina
Walking out of my office I didn’t expect Tony to grab my hand and walk by my side, but he did as we made our way upstairs to my room. Now that the shock had worn off I needed to dress in decent clothes. I walked ahead of him into my room. Shutting the door behind him, Tony sat on the edge of the bed as I pulled on a shirt. Deciding that I may need to be sensible about my shoes, I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes that I typically only used for my workouts.
“Who exactly was Amalia hiding from?” Tony asked, finally breaking the silence.
“She was hiding out from the wife of some Colombian. She couldn’t keep it in her pants and the wife found out,” I replied, laughing.
Nodding his head, Tony said, “She does seem to have that problem. Do you think this was part of that or more?”
Taking a few minutes to think about it I couldn’t say for sure, but I felt like this had to do with my parent’s and me.
“I don’t know. But I do know that the Kruse brothers will pay for this,” I answered.
Tony pulled his phone from the front pocket of his pants, and dialled a number, “Martin, I need your assistance. Find out everything you can about a set of Russian brothers. The last name is Kruse. I’ll have Roman send a picture to you. And have my things sent to Mexico, I need to hurt a few people it seems. Gracias Hermano.”
I just stared at Tony as he hung up the phone and began to type out a message to who, I was guessing was Roman. He needed ‘his things,’ what did that even mean?
Looking up at me, Tony sighed, “Amor, I didn’t want you to find out this way, but have you ever heard of the person called, ‘El Ángel de la Muerte’?”
Nodding my head in response, Tony continued, “I am ‘The Reaper.’ I have been since I was fourteen years old.”
I had heard of The Reaper when I was younger, but I never actually believed he was a real person. My father had told me that he was an executioner for the Cuban mafia, but that he would kill for any mafia leader that paid for his services. Of course, he had also claimed that El Ángel de Muerte was a traitor to his kind -no one in the mafia killed mafia without question for the council- as he said.
“Why haven’t you told me before now? And why did none of the information I have on you tell me this,” I screeched, demanding to know.
“Rosie, I honestly have never wanted to be that man. I wanted you to know me, not what my father demanded I be,” he said with a sigh.
Shaking my head, I turned away and walked out of the room. I needed to find out what Roman and Nico knew. Tony being ‘The Reaper’ didn’t change the way I felt about him, I just wished he had trusted me to understand it before.
Stomping all the way down the stairs to Roman’s office, I pushed open the door.
“Did you find out anything from the security video yet?” I asked.
“Nada señora, I see them right before they break in and when they leave the house but nothing else,” Roman replied pushing away from the computer screens in front of him.
“Alright, well we know that at least one of them was at the restaurant. I don’t think they wanted Amalia, honesty. Think about this, we are both the same height and build, dark hair and tan skin, plus she was in my house when no one even knew she was coming last night,” I mused.
Tony cut in before anyone else could answer, “If they find out she isn’t you then they could just go ahead and kill her. We have a bit of time if they are taking her back to Russia,” he reasoned.
Nico walked into the room at that moment still on his phone.
“Ja, danke. See you soon friend,” he said hanging up.
Nico knew German? What else did he know?
Looking at me, Nico shook his head, “The men know nothing. We didn’t find anything other than a scrap of cloth with blood on it.”
Handing me a piece of fabric that matched the color of her scrap of lace she must have been wearing the night before, he sighed, “My German friend told me there has been talk of removing you from power. He doesn’t know the details, but he is looking into it.”
“Gracias Nico. We believe they were here for me and not her. That only means we get to hunt them. I plan to leave in 24 hours tops. I need someone with your experience,” I said meeting his eyes.
I may not have been her biggest fan, but Amalia is still family. I was going to murder them all.
“I will gather my… tools,” Nico said turning on his heel.
“Roman, I will need one other man. I don’t care which just make sure he knows we don’t take prisoners. Tony will be going with us. Let the council know what is happening. They need to know anyone that played a part will die, ” I told the older man.
“Si, senora. I will have the floorplan to the Russian mansion within an hour,” he said with a nod of his head.
3
Anthony
Well, she didn’t throw me out after finding out who I am. I’m considering that a win, after all, we have already dealt with. Feeling my phone vibrate, I pulled it from my pocket glancing at the screen.
“Martin, que sabes? They left on a private plane, and are claiming to have Rosalina Velasquez as a prisoner? Perfecto, I will be leaving in 24 hours, so be sure my things… yes, all of them are here before then. Gracias,” I responded.
Looking up to see Rosie silently asking for information, I relayed what my brother had just told me, “Well, Rosie, it seems we will be going to Russia.”
Offering my hand to my little Rose, I pulled her along after me. I needed to occupy her mind, or she was going to worry all day over a woman she didn’t even like very much.
“Where in the world are you taking me,” she questioned.
“You haven’t eaten breakfast, and one should always eat when they are planning deaths,” I answered back with a grin.
Walking to the counter next to the stove, I lifted Rosie and sat her on the edge. “What would you like to eat?” I asked as I made my way to the refrigerator.
Grabbing a pan from the hook above the center bar, I glanced back at her waiting for her response.
“You are going to cook for me?” she chuckled.
Nodding, I just waited.
“Umm… just some scrambled eggs and toast, I guess,” she said.
“I do know how
to cook amor. I have been able to since I turned eighteen or so. My mother would have had a stroke otherwise,” I said placing the eggs next to the stove and turning on the burner.
I could see this in my life, Rosalina and I in the kitchen while I made her breakfast every morning. Finishing the eggs and toast, I sat the plate down next to her.
“Open,” I commanded, lifting the fork to her mouth.
“I can feed myself you know,” she said, glaring at me.
“Oh, I know what you can do with that mouth Rosie. I have no doubt you can feed yourself, but I am feeding you today. But, for now, just say thank you and open your mouth,” I indicated, with the forked eggs still raised to her mouth.
“Fine, thank you,” she huffed, wrapping her lips around the metal utensil.
“You’re welcome, Rosie. Now, I need you to be careful when we get to Russia. Hold on,” I said raising my hand to stop her wrath.
“I know you can handle it yourself, but if you're hurt in any way, then I will make them suffer before I kill them. So don’t get hurt, alright,” I rushed out while she sat quietly.
“Aww, Tony that may be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she said sweetly while fluttering her eyelashes like an innocent girl.
Laughing, I just shook my head. Ay Dios, this woman would be the death of me.
Finishing her eggs, she looked at me and asked, “May I go now, Master?”
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