Page 4 of Reaper's Claim

“Don’t tell my father.” She placed her hand on my chest. “He loves Trigger. Kim is just a fucking idiot.”

Who the fuck is Kim?More important, who the fuck was her father?

I was about to ask her both questions but stopped when someone called my name.

“REAPER!” Banger roared. His drunken arse walked around the corner.

I hurried to block her from Banger’s view. “What?” I roared up the alley at him.

“Prez wants ya.” He took a long drink of his beer and then tossed the bottle to the side.

I glanced back at the girl, but she wasn’t looking at me; she stared down at the ground.The black Metallica t-shirt gripping her body had worked its way up, exposing the soft skin of her midriff.

“Are you alright by yourself?” I asked. I really didn’t want to leave her, and that bothered me. Why the hell did I care if this girl was alright or not? I had done the gentleman thing—my duty to her was over, but still I didn’t move.

“Yep.” Her blonde hair fell to the side as she glanced up at me. “I’ll be fine.”

I didn’t believe her, but Banger snapped at me to hurry up. I nodded my head regretfully, taking three steps before pausing and looking back at her. “Pity you aren’t fucking legal.”

“The forbidden is always more desirable.” The corner of her lips twitched upward, and for the first time, I saw her smile. I knew right then it wasn’t something I would ever forget, and I wanted to punch myself for admitting that.

I nodded my head, shooting her a grin before walking up the alley to Banger, who was ranting about me taking my sweet time. I didn’t look back at her, but I fucking wanted to.

***

Roach was a hard, cold, mean bastard of a man. If you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t give him a second look for fear he might rip your throat out. He was the Satan’s Sons MC President. His VP, Trigger, was sitting next to him, and both of them were sitting directly across from me and my Prez, Dane. A few other people occupied the table, too: Banger and Bleach on our side, and Gitz and Cameron on theirs.

I lit a cigarette and glared at Trigger.

“We agreed to help shift ya guns, brother, but we didn’t agree to inherit your war with the Soldiers.” Roach took a long drag on his cigarette.

“The Soldiers aren’t worth our bullets,” Banger barked. “We’re dealing with it; got nothing to do with you.”

“They shot up my garage, brother. That makes us a part of it,” Roach barked back.

It appeared that the meeting was not going to solve anything. Everyone was hungover and nerves were raw. Before the boys could open their mouths and begin a pointless argument, a blood-curdling scream roared throughout the room. Everyone jumped.

“Oh fuck me; shit just got real.” Gitz shook his head, and within a minute the double doors behind them blew open and in walked a very angry redhead.

“Dad!”

Roach spun around in his chair. “What the fuck have you done to your head?!” he roared, getting to his feet.

Dad?Roach has a daughter. I glanced at Dane, but he didn’t seem shocked by it.

“I didn’t fucking do it! I fucking woke up with it!” she screamed at him. “It was fucking Abby!”

She was swearing like a man and screaming like a maniac. I guess the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree with these two. I wondered how long it would be until she too was shooting people and blackmailing cops.

“Abby!” Roach screamed.

“We came for a fucking meeting, not family drama,” I hissed in Prez’s ear. They were wasting time. I was all for spending time with brothers and shit, but I was hungover and the last thing I needed to witness or hear was a whiny, spoiled brat complaining to her old man. This is why you shield up before entering any woman.

“Brother, you’ll be thanking him in a minute.” He grinned with a knowing look in his eyes.

I glanced back up and then there she was, wearing the same tee shirt from the night before, only now with a pair of shorts that were extremely short.

She crossed her arms and glared at the redhead. I looked between the two and ran my eyes over the features of the redhead. They were fucking twins—identical twins—and the only difference was the red hair.