Page 105 of Reaper

Star glares up at me before turning her glare on my brothers. “Why the fuck are you all listening to her? She’s not an Old Lady—she’s just the flavor of the month! A nobody! She’s probably blackmailing him with something because who would want someone that looks like a piece of fried chicken!”

Lark stiffens in my arms and I take a deep breath. I can’t hit Star because she’s a woman, but fuck do I really want to fucking deck her.

“Just because she doesn’t have a cut doesn’t mean she’s not an Old Lady,” Punisher grits out.

Star narrows her eyes at Lark as she tries to figure out what Punisher meant.

“Python?” Lark asks.

He steps forward, handing me a tablet. Punisher leans down and grips Star’s arm, pulling her roughly to her feet.

Seeing that she’s restrained and can’t get away, I press play as Lark and Devil lean closer to watch.

On the video, Star sneaks down the hallway and fury ignites in me that she actually pulls out a key and comes in. Once again, Lark stiffens in my arms, but thankfully she doesn’t pull away yet, but I can almost feel her anger rolling off her. I just don’t know if it’s at me or toward Star, because I sure as hell did not give that bitch a key to my room.

Surprisingly, Star doesn’t close the door all the way so I can see her pulling something out of her pocket. She takes a swig of my beer and I frown. Wait. Did she put something in mybeer after taking a drink? Then, she strips off her clothes and disappears from view, but I can hear the shuffle of fabric which is probably her moving my blankets.

Pressing pause, I hand the tablet back to Python.

Turning back toward Star, she shrinks under my glare. “Where did you get that key? I havenevergiven my key out to a fucking bunny. The only people who have copies are Devil, Mama Astrid, and Lark.”

Star’s confidence cracks a bit, but then she tries to do that fucking eye bat thing. “Sure, you did, Reaper. You gave it to me at a New Year’s party a few years ago when you told me you wanted me ready and in your bed after trips like these ones.”

The guys all shake their heads.

“Bitch, anyone who has been around Reaper for as long as you have knows how private of a man he is. He would never give a fucking bunny a key to his room. I know for a fact that you’re lying out your ass to try and make Lark jealous because Reaper never consistently took one bunny to try and avoid what’s happening now,” Devil growls as he steps closer, towering over her. “Now tell the fucking truth. Where. Did. You. Get. That. Key!”

The bitch must be finally realizing that she’s in deep shit because I see a tremor run through her as she swallows thickly and lowers her gaze. “A few years ago when I was cleaning, I came across a spare key of Reaper’s. I pocketed it, copied it, and then returned the spare where I found it.”

“And the beer?” Lark demands.

Star’s face pales and her eyes turn glassy. “I-I…” she swallows thickly a few times before her shoulders slump even further. “It’s drugged. I thought if Reaper and I had sex again that I could show him what he was missing out on.” She turns toward Lark, glaring at her.

Lark steps forward and Devil backs up to give her room. I step forward so that if Star tries anything, I can stop it if she can’t.

“Do you remember the talks Levi had with all of you when she became Thor’s Old Lady?”

Star and I both freeze at the same time. I knew Lark and Half-pint had been chatting, but I hadn’t realized they’d been talking that much or about what.

“You are a club bunny, Star. You are paid for your duties around the clubhouse like the cleaning and laundry. None of you can cook and quite frankly, neither Astrid nor I want you in there for prep work anymore after the shit you three tried to pull.”

I frown at that and notice the others frowning as well. Why didn’t Lark tell me they were having problems with the bunnies?

“As for being there sexually for the guys, that was your choice. What isn’t your choice is who the guys all end up deciding to be with. And quite frankly, if I were one of the guys, I wouldn’t want to take a woman as an Old Lady that each of my brothers had fucked. You have no control over who these guys decide to take as a woman or an Old Lady. That is their choice. Not yours.”

“Why the fuck did you have to come here? You’re not even an Old Lady and yet he’s treating you like one. You’re not pretty, you’re nothing! You aren’t cut out for this type of a lifestyle which you are proving by having such a stick up your ass. You’re not his Old Lady so he can take one of us if he wants to.”

“You need to shut the fuck up, Star, if you know what’s good for you,” Punisher grits out. “Like I said before, just because she doesn’t have a cut yet does not mean she’s not an Old Lady.”

Lark steps back into my arms and Star’s eyes narrow before they widen. Thank fuck. Is it finally sinking into her thick skull?

“No! Why her?” Star cries out, tears welling in her eyes.

Guess not.

“I love Lark. She’s my ride or die. Not you. Not Brandy. Not Candi. Not anyone else. It’s Lark. Since the day she came here,she has been my Old Lady. We were just waiting to announce it to everyone until her cut came in.” I pause, squeezing Lark’s hip as I look down at her. “I’m sorry, Darlin’. I wanted the day you got your cut to be a happy day, and she ruined it. Tainted it.”

She gives me a sad smile. “I know, Hercules. However, the most important day for me was when you asked me to be your Old Lady. We can still celebrate; this is just a speed bump.”