Page 143 of Reaper's Claim

I smiled slightly at his kindness, “You know Brad, I don’t know why people are scared of you.”

“Got two sides, darling.” He winked at me.

Two sides.

I chewed my bottom lip thinking that over. Reaper had two sides. Dad had two sides. I guess I was just lucky to be able to see their other side.

“You hungry?” Brad took a hand off the steering wheel and glanced at me. “Or are you in a rush to get home?”

Hurry to get home to Kim’s judgment and Dad’s short answers? Hell no.

“I’m in no rush.”

“Then food is the next stop.” He shot me a smile then his eyes went straight back to the road.

We had only locked eyes for a few moments, but I noticed a hint of happiness dance across his eyes.

Looking out the window, I wondered why it had taken Brad and I so long to hang out. Sure, he was five years older than me, but he had always been a part of my life. Even when I was little, he was around.

I snuck a glance at him. He had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his tattoos and toned arms. His black leather vest was worn in and covered in different patches.

I chewed my bottom lip, trying hard not to smile when I noticed he was wearing the belt I brought him.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, and he reached in and pulled it out of jeans.

“Can you answer this?” He handed it to me. “Only got one point left, can’t be caught on the phone while driving.”

I took his phone and slid it across, answering it.

“Where the fuck are you?” A voice barked at me immediately, causing me to flinch away from the phone.

“Excuse me?” I shot back. Who the hell greets someone like that?

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Who the fuck are you?” I snapped back.

“Put Brad on the phone.”

“Can’t, he’s driving.”

“Tell him to pull the fuck over then, you dumb whore.”

My mouth dropped open. How dare this stranger call me that!

“How about I just hang up instead?”

Brad kept glancing at me, frowning. “Who is it, Abby?”

I moved the phone from my lips, “Some rude cunt. He called me a dumb whore.”

Immediately, Brad hit the indicator on and pulled over, snatching the phone from me.

“Who the fuck is this?” he barked into the phone.

Good, the rude man can get a dose of scary Brad.

“I told you, Reaper, I’m fucking out of town picking up a motor.” Brad’s voice was hard and blunt, but hearing that hadn’t caused my blood to run cold. No, the word‘Reaper’caused my blood to run cold.