Page 169 of Reaper's Claim

I pulled the van's keys out of my pocket. I was craving a hamburger from the hamburger cart.

Well, it wasn’t like I was going to be missed if I was to leave. So I quickly weaved in and out of the crowd and made a beeline for the van once I hit the lot.

I was nearly at the van when I did a double take. Spinning back around, my eyes landed on a familiar bike.

Only one bike I knew had a detailed Reaper painted on it.

If his bike was here, where the hell was he!

My stomach curled as my mind was flooded with possibilities, all which were bad.

What if he was in there cheating on me?

What if he was in there bashing the skull of a man in?

What if he wasn’t in there at all and was off with another woman?

I pulled my phone out and dialed his number. If he knew what was good for him, he would answer the fucking phone.

But he didn’t.

I was torn between tearing the clubhouse apart looking for him and going to go get a hamburger.

“You look confused.”

I closed my eyes and slowly turned around. All my worries eased.

“I didn’t know where you were.” I opened my eyes looking at Kade.

“Been in the garage.” He titled his head to the side, “Where did you think I was?”

“Trust me; you don’t want to know.” I shrugged my hoodie on and did the zip up.

“Where were you going?”

“Hamburger cart.”

“Want me to drive?”

“First, tell me what you were doing in the garage?” Something was eating at me like he was keeping a secret from me.

“On the phone with Jackson, finishing some shit up. Couldn’t hear fuck inside and people kept coming out to fucking talk to me out here.”

“Why didn’t you come and see me when we got back?”

“What is this? Twenty fucking questions?” Kade snapped at me. “Look, if you’ve got something to say Abby, just fucking tell me.”

“Were you cheating on me?” I crossed my arms, faking confidence. “You said yourself you didn’t do relationships.”

He closed the gap between us and lightly took my hand out of my pocket.

“Trust me, woman; I wasn’t cheating. Who the fuck would I want other than you?” He dipped his head and met my eyes. “You’re you, for fuck’s sake. You seen yourself?”

I smiled lightly. “Is that your way of saying I’m good looking?”

“You know you’re good looking, and you’re all fucking mine. Now give me the keys. Going to get my girl a hamburger.”

Smirking, I handed the keys over. “You’re kind of sweet when you want to be, Kade.”

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