Page 10 of Reaper's Claim

“Hence why I am trying to make sure that Dad doesn’t pick up on that.” I sipped from the plastic cup—Dad made sure the bar only stocked plastic cups after so many incidents with glasses.

“You’re covering for her even when she is a complete bitch?” He frowned. “You are twisted, woman.”

Woman.

“I’m sure she will do the same for me when I need her to.” I swallowed the whiskey quickly. It burned my throat on the way down.

Kade’s eyes went darker for a moment before he pulled away and scanned the crowd. “Ya old man looks busy. Can we split for a bit?”

Did Kade want to go somewhere with me? He wanted to talk to me, alone. For an instant, I thought I knew how a heart attack must feel like. Swallowing sharply, I ordered myself to keep my shit together.

“Ok.” I glanced at Dad, who was still busy chatting with Dane. He didn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t around. “Where do you want to go?”

A dangerous smile spread across his face, one that would be sure to scare a smart woman away. “Only one place a biker wants a girl.”

“In his bed?” I raised an eyebrow, teasing him. Why I felt relaxed around him, able to flirt with him, I didn’t know. Being around him brought out a confidence I didn’t usually have around men, but at the same time, he had the ability to make my confidence crumble.What do you call that?

“Nah, babe.” He leaned closer, dipping his head to the side, his eyes not leaving mine. “On the back of his bike.”

He pulled his keys from his pocket and shot me a wink. Then it happened. It wasn’t Kim following the biker out; it was me.

How many times had I promised myself I wouldn’t be that girl? I wouldn’t be like her, but there I was, following Kade aka ‘Reaper’ out into the club’s car park.

I’m supposed to be the smart one.

Chapter 2

Reaper

The road was dead, the night sky as black as the sea, the air whipping through me. Her thin arms were wrapped around me, clinging to my back, holding on tightly.

I had an angel on the back of my bike. Sure, she was young, and there was no fucking way anything was going to happen, but still she was on my bike, clinging to me.

I had gotten her out of the club party, stealing all her attention.

The bike glued to the road as we climbed the hill, turning into the corners. The park was dimly lit, but the view was as good as I had remembered.

I pulled the bike to the curb and cut the engine.

“The view is amazing,” Abby gushed. She was quick to get off my bike to admire it. “I haven’t been up here in years.”

I didn’t like the fact she wasn’t clinging to me anymore, but I would deal with it. Ihadto deal with it. She unclipped my helmet and handed it back to me.

“How did you know about the Black Hill Lookout?” she asked, walking off into the park.

The city lights were below us, and I was quick to put the kickstand out and lean the bike down to follow her.

“Not my first time in town, baby.” I pulled a cigarette from my leather vest and lit it, not taking my eyes off her back.

Damn that frame, so bloody perfect.

She whipped around, her blonde hair swiping across her face. “How come you haven’t been to the club before if you’ve been in town?”

“The clubs weren’t always brothers.” I smirked at her innocence. She had too good of a soul for the likes of me.

Her mouth formed an “O” in understanding and then slowly, a smile spread across her lips.

“So you were the enemy once.”