Page 37 of Reaper's Claim

I reached for the beer can beside my bed, and I felt immediate disappointment when I found it to be empty.

Abby Harrison was still playing on my mind, and it had been over a year since that night.

My bathroom door swung open, and Lea walked out wearing one of my shirts.

“You alright, Reaper?” She looked me up and down. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” I grumbled and got to my feet.Darn morning afters.

“Well, I’m heading out, got shit to do.” She was freshly showered. “See you when I see you.” She gave me a wave over her shoulder before leaving.

That was Lea for you; she wasn’t the clingy type.

My phone had numerous missed calls, and I really couldn’t be fucking bothered with returning them. My body ached from the long ride, and my brain throbbed from the lack of water.

I found it utterly frustrating that a mere memory of Abby Harrison could still upset me. She had looked at me like I was something special to her, that I wassomethingto her, and then she just shut me the fuck out.

It still bothered me, and it didn’t fucking help being back here. Roach rarely mentioned them, but still, I picked up on small things.

If I had known that Abby was going to turn as she did, I wouldn’t have given up my President patch to be Roach’s VP, but karma had it in for me.

Not only did the bitch lock me out of her life, she wouldn’t even let me explain my plan, and now I fucking regret ever coming up with it.

I shouldn’t have jumped as I did. I should have waited until the waters had calmed down to see what was going to happen between her and me. Instead, I handed in my patch and moved to be her father’s bitch. Now I get to regularly be reminded what I wasn’t. I wasn’t a President. I wasn’t Abby’s man. I was washed up, regularly drunk, and doing Roach’s dirty work.

I pulled my leather club vest over my bare chest and pulled on a pair of jeans. It was the middle of the afternoon, so the clubhouse would just be waking up.

It had been a big weekend with Roach’s birthday, a party that neither of his girls showed up to. Abby and Kim haven’t been back here since they left.

From what I picked up, Roach didn’t really speak to them that much. Which was a fucking good thing if you asked; it kept Abby the fuck away from me.

I staggered down the stairs and could hear conversation from the club kitchen.

“Well if it isn’t the Reaper!” Gitz smirked, raising a freshly opened beer.

“Bit early for that, isn’t it?” I reached around him, grabbing a glass and heading towards the tap.

“You won’t be saying that when I tell you something.” Gitz had that evil grin of his, which told me he was about to tell me something that was likely to piss me off, which as a result would give him some joy.

“What?”

“Roach is heading down to see his girls.”

“How the fuck does that have anything to do with me?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Gitz’s grin got bigger, and his eyes narrowed with amusement. Gitz had slowly over time became my best mate, and when I was drunk, I had told him shit that I really shouldn’t have.

Gitz was a good bloke though and never repeated it, but still, seeing that grin right now, I regretted telling him anything.

“And Roach wants his VP to ride down with him. Pack ya bags pumpkin, ‘cause you’re hitting the road.” He slapped me on the back, chuckling.

“You’re fucking kidding me!” I yelled at his back, but he just kept laughing.

His laughter answered my own question. Suddenly all the missed calls from Roach made sense.

Chapter 12

Kim