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I glance over at her. Her head is turned away from me, and the hoodie is blocking her face. She’s been quiet ever since we left the clubhouse. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” she answers, softly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you angry?”

“What is this, twenty questions?”

“You’re just real quiet is all.”

“I’m fine.”

I’m such a dumbass. Why did I take her there? I should have known I couldn’t trust myself to be alone with her.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I shouldn’t have let things go that far.”

“You don’t need to be. It’s not like I asked you to stop. I wanted it, too.”

Fuck. Why did she have to say that? My dick is still hard and aching like a motherfucker. I need to find somewhere to bury this bone fast.

“How many people have you killed?”

Her question startles me. “What? Why would you ask me that?”

“Your nickname is Reaper…the whole reaper theme…plus, with everything I’ve heard about you, doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

She finally turns to look at me, but I can’t look at her. This is just a reminder of why I should stay away from her.

“It’s okay. I’m not scared or anything. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. As a matter of fact, don’t. I’m sorry.”

She turns away again and stares out the window. This isn’t something I talk to women about. The only person I even really talk to is E. We’ve known each other since we were kids, so he knows me better than anyone. I trust him. Can I trust her? I barely know her, so why do I feel like I can?

“You don’t want to know, Raven.”

She turns to me once more, expecting me to continue.

“As soon as I got my license, my dad bought me a Harley and drafted me into the club. I was the president’s kid, so I didn’t even join as a prospect. He made me his Sergeant and taught me everything he knew.”

“Sergeant?”

“Sergeant at Arms…an enforcer, if you will…security.”

“Weren’t you a bit young for that?”

“I grew up real quick.”

I remember the gun and shooting lessons. Killing lessons, really – every possible way to kill a man and get rid of the body. While everyone else my age was filling out college applications, I was burying bodies in the woods.

“Did you want to be in the club?”

“A part of me did. Another part of me wanted something else.”

“What?”

“I wanted to be a pilot. Was planning on joining the Air Force after graduation.”