Page 102 of Reaper

She sniffles and is silent for a little bit before her fingers go to her bracelets.

“So, what was with that scowl after you said Reaper asked you to be his Old Lady?”

I sigh. “I’m just tired of fighting with the hang arounds. They don’t believe that I’m with him since I don’t have my property cut yet. It’s bad enough I’ve got to deal with the bunnies, but when you add them onto it, it just sucks.”

Her muscles tense under my arm. “Why do they call it a property cut?”

“It’s not a control thing,” I reassure her and her muscles relax. “It will be similar to the guys’ cuts but back at the bottom there will be a rocker that will say ‘Property of Reaper’. It’s because he’s mine and I’m his. It basically shows he’s taken while at the same time, it shows that I’m taken.”

She nods, and we talk about random things but stay away from conversations about Grant or the club. I’m almost positive there’s more to what’s going on with Grant, but I know that if I push her, she’ll clam up and refuse to talk about it.

Sunlight wakes me up and I blink, confused for a moment before remembering where I am. I stretch and look over at Miracle, noticing that she is still asleep. Turning toward the nightstand, I’m surprised to see that it’s nine o’clock. Not wanting to wake Miracle, I carefully climb out of bed, noting that Void and Igor are cuddled up together in the crook behind Miracle’s legs. Igor opens an eye, looking at me, but then he closes it and goes back to sleep. Quietly, I tiptoe out of her room. I’ll let Igor out when he comes down later.

Twenty minutes later, I’m showered, dressed, and heading downstairs. The smell of coffee has me humming in approval. I smile over at Atlas in thanks.

“Thank you for making coffee. Is Cannon still asleep?”

“Yeah, we switched off a few hours ago. He’ll probably be up soon though. That man hardly ever sleeps in.”

Once again, it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask about them, but I bite my tongue.

“Any word about Mae?”

He nods. “They got her and she’s back home.” He pauses and his eyes go unfocused. “It’s bad, Lark. Doc and Patch are still working on her but she’s at the clubhouse not the hospital, so I guess that’s a plus.”

My chest tightens with panic and I scramble for my phone, dialing Anthony. He picks up on the second ring.

“How bad is she?”I blurt out, needing to know. I haven’t talked with her yet, but hopefully soon I’ll be able to. Though, from everything Levi has told me, I know I’ll get along with her.

He sighs.“It’s fucking, bad, Darlin’. That fucker whipped her back. It’s not shredded,”he pauses and clears his throat,“but it’s bad, Baby.”

Tears well in my eyes.“How’s Smoke?”

“Stubborn fucker finally took his pain pills once they got Mae settled into hers and Timber’s room here at the clubhouse. We’ve been checking in every so often and bringing them coffee while Doc and Patch work on her, but she’s going to be hurting for a while.”

“I hope like fuck you guys were able to get the guys that did this to her,”I seethe as my mind goes through image after image of how bad her back could really be.

“Yeah, we got some of them. We found Lindsey, thank fuck. Apparently, they also kidnapped Jane’s mom, Elvira, when they took Jane and Lindsey. Lillian and Jane didn’t make itthough,”he says quietly, and I close my eyes as tears run down my cheek.

“Fuck.”Drae’s going to be so devastated, but at least Lindsey is alive. Shit.“They… They didn’t hurt Lindsey… Did they?”

“No, thank fuck, but she did hear a lot of shit. She was mainly starved.”

I bite my lip.“Do you think Kenzie would be able to help Lindsey, and maybe even Mae if she needs it?”

Anthony makes a thoughtful sound.“She might be able to. I’ll mention it to Drae and give him her number.”

“Did Cannon or Atlas talk to you yet?”

He sighs.“Yeah, they did. So did Razor. The note was clean except for the blood. He got a partial fingerprint, but not enough to help narrow it down much. I asked the guys to take your car to the shop. Mark and Razor are going to go over it with a fine-tooth comb.”

“You’re not mad at me for waiting to tell you, are you?”

He sighs again.“No, Darlin’, I’m not. I get why you wanted to wait, and I appreciated it. I don’t think I would have been as focused if I knew you had something going on as well.”

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“How’s Miracle?”