Page 123 of Reaper's Claim

“What you want?” He looked down at me.

“Salad.” I looked up at the menu board, “with chicken.”

He scoffed. “I should have expected you to eat like a rabbit.”

“Rabbits don’t eat chicken,” I snipped back.

I leaned on the counter, letting him rattle off our order. It was when he added eating in that my ears pricked up.

Here I thought we would stuff in the food and head back to the clubhouse. It seems Kade had other ideas.

I followed him to a booth while chewing on my bottom lip. Ireallydidn’t want this to be awkward.

“Won’t the boys be missing you?” I slid into the booth across from him while keeping an unemotional expression on my face, hiding the embarrassment and nerves real well.

After what we did last night, it was hard not to blush or turn bright red.

“Doubt it.” He twisted the top off a bottle of Coke. “Look, might as well just fucking get to the point about last night-”

“Don’t,” I stopped him. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect anything from you or that it changes anything.”

“Abby, stop.” His eyes locked with mine. “What happened last night does change shit.”

Great. Just what I didn’t want.

“It doesn’t have to.” I pressed. “Seriously Kade, I don’t expect anything from you.”

He leaned across the small table, “You’re not getting it, Abby. I was struggling to keep away from you before; now that is impossible. I want you. I want you as mine and mine alone. I am willing to take on the punching from your old man to claim you as mine.”

My mouth opened.

My mouth closed.

I just blinked at him. Suddenly I was a mute.

“The girl that never shuts up is silent.” He arched his eyebrows at me.

Reaper had just put a claim on me.

He wanted me.

Me.

“Dad won’t like it.” I finally found my voice. “Not to mention we still have the same problems. I won’t turn a blind eye to you sleeping with other women on the road.”

I wouldn’t be one of those girls that just accepted it.

“I wouldn’t disrespect you like that. Plus your father would have his gun at my temple if he thought I was sleeping around on you.”

“So you really are going to tell Dad?”

I didn’t believe it. Surely he didn’t have the guts for that. Dad was, well, Dad. He wouldn’t take the news lightly and be all‘yeah that’s fine.’ I felt the nerves bubbling in my stomach.

Though this was Reaper.

“If you want me to.”

I arched an eyebrow “What is that supposed to mean?”

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