Page 16 of Reaper's Claim

I hadn’t gotten used to being called Prez, but after Dane was shot down on the streets six months earlier, I had to step up.

“What’s up, Liam?” I put the paper down.

“The guys and I have a request.” His lips curved in a way that told me it had something to do with women and booze.

“What would that be?”

“You know MC?”

Stupid question, did I know the bloody MC? I wanted to scoff but didn’t. I kept my face normal, even though a picture of Abby flashed across my mind. “What about them?”

“Roach’s daughters have got their eighteenth birthday party this weekend. Everyone is talking about it. Thought we could be good brothers and offer our help, ya know, and celebrate the girls coming of age.”

More like he and the rest of them wanted to fuck some barely legal pussy. “Is that so?”

Abby was turning eighteen. My mind drifted back to that early Sunday morning. That smile on her face. I wondered if she even remembered it.

“So what ya say, Boss?” he asked.

I had been waiting for an excuse to take the seven-hour ride back to her. She probably didn’t even remember me. She most likely thought of me as that old guy who took advantage of her in that park.

“Tell the boys we leave in a few hours,” I answered him.

Abby might not remember me, but I sure as hell remembered her, and I wanted to see what she grew up like. I wanted to know if she remembered me.

Roach

By Friday morning, I was already dreading the weekend. Kim painted her fingernails at the end of the table, barely wearing fucking clothes, and the men had noticed.

How many times had I told her to cover up?

The Western Charter had rolled in late the night before. It was good to have the brothers back, though I knew the thought of young women had caused the visit.

Still, they were here and once the weekend finished—and we got through this bloody party—we might be able to have a real club party, one that didn’t have fucking pink balloons all over my pub.

“Morning, Brother.” Reaper walked in, looking like he had a sleepless night.

The dining table was covered with food; the club women had gone to extra lengths with the visit of another charter.

“Ya look like shit, Reaper.” I put my paper down, looking over the man who was now President of our Western Charter.

“Morning, Reaper.” Kim looked up from her fingernails, flashing that smile I didn’t like her giving to anyone.

“Kim, right?” Reaper barely glanced at her and reached for the freshly cooked bacon.

Kim looked disappointed for a split second, seeing he hadn’t paid as much attention to her as she had expected. Well there you go, a man not hunting down my daughter. Reaper could stay around as far as I was concerned.

“Yep.” She smiled that smile again and blew on her nails. “So, you sleep well?”

“Kim, don’t you have shit to do?” I barked.

I won’t have her chatting up a bloody man older than her. I might have promised her mother to let them have a semi-normal dating life, but this was beyond that promise.

“Nope.” She looked back at me, that taunting grin in place.

“Where’s ya sister? Why don’t you go and find her, see if she is right for this weekend?”

Abby had been keeping low since she stormed out the other night. It wasn’t like Abby to make a scene, but I knew Kim was pushing her.