Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
That had all changed when a female had been attacked. The Reapers had been formed, and since then, no danger or threat was allowed to build in their town. No one was even allowed to fucking sneeze without them knowing about it.
The tourists were also monitored without their knowledge, just in case. There were people who came through Lost Creek who were never seen or heard from again.
“Tell me about your day?” Willow asked.
Cyrus glanced over at her. Besides being a Reaper and protecting the town, he was also a qualified electrician and plumber, which meant he was always busy.
“It was a busy day.” Now that Willow was monitoring the town, he had a lot of jobs he could catch up on. “I had to install a stove for Miss Beekman. The Treys needed a new electrical line, because their younger brother Toby had cut through it again. I keep telling them to cover it, but they refuse to pay the extra price for the cover because they are cheap-ass bastards.”
Willow laughed and he loved the sound.
“And then, I had to go and deal with a system error at the main high school. Just a bunch of kids setting off some alarms, and irritating the principal as they do.”
She shook her head. “I would never dream of doing something like that in high school.”
Cyrus laughed. “Were you a good girl, Willow?”
She gasped. “What is so wrong with that?”
“Come on, being bad every now and then is good for the soul. Did you not press a single fire alarm, knock something off the teacher’s desk, even give them the middle finger?”
“No.”
Cyrus groaned. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. I struggled through school, so I did stay focused on my studies, trying to get everything right.” She groaned. “I even sound boring to myself. Am I boring?”
“Not at all. There is nothing wrong with being too good.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you ever catch someone doing anything bad?” he asked.
“No.”
“Would you have reported it?”
She shrugged. “I guess. I mean, I don’t know. If someone was beating the crap out of someone else, then yeah, of course. That has to be reported.”
“Of course,” he said.
“I don’t know about the rest. I guess if it was dangerous. I don’t know.” She shrugged.
He was aware that Willow didn’t have a lot of friends.
“Do you want to just take me back home and call this date over with?” she asked.
“Not a chance. So, you didn’t set off any fire alarms or piss the principal off. That’s all good.”
“Okay, now I’ve got to ask, what did you do?”
“Oh, I did all of those things. I pulled the fire alarms, pissed the principal off, I think I nearly blew up chem lab as well. The teacher didn’t quite say ‘don’t mix this chemical and this one together.’ All I heard was, ‘Cyrus, mix them.’”
She burst out laughing and damn, that sound was sweet music to his ears. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Yeah, trust me, my parents did not have an easy child with me. I was a bit of a menace, that’s for sure.” When it came to his brother, Ray had been lazy since they were kids. Even as a kid, he didn’t want to grow out of his pacifier, nor did he want to potty train. At four years old, he was still standing there and crapping himself, much to their parents’ dismay. It was only when he went to school and did it in front of the teachers, that he actually learned. Ray thought he was in the right, and well, when all the kids started calling him Poop Boy, Stinky, Lazy, and Shitty Pants, well, kids could be cruel. Ray started to go to the bathroom.
Cyrus did everything he could to protect his brother, but the fact was, Ray didn’t do anything to help himself. He always behaved as if the world owed him, but also like he knew everything. It was a bit of a nightmare.
Either way, Ray was out of his life for now, and he was not going to allow it to upset his date with Willow.
They arrived at town, and he walked her all the way to Flynn’s Café. He had organized a seat, along with the meal. Everything was in place, and Amy was more than happy to help.
It hadn’t taken them long to get the café up and functional after she had been attacked a few months ago. The furniture had been replaced, the surfaces cleaned, and there was not a single sign that a thug had attempted to hurt Amy. Again, just what the Reapers did.
The men responsible were all dead. It was why they now monitored the town line. Cyrus had been the one to install all the necessary equipment to make sure they knew who came into town, and more importantly, who left.