Page 59 of Reaper's Claim

For Aunty Amanda to call and say that Kim needed me, I knew things were getting desperate.

“Fine, just getting fatter by the moment. I swear the girl has eaten her own weight in chocolate ice cream.” I answered.

“Why did they break up?”

“No idea.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Could barely understand one word she said. She wouldn’t stop crying, or stuffing chocolate in her mouth.”

“Poor girl.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, “It’s Kim we are talking about.”

“Still,” Drake shrugged his shoulders. “She seemed really hung up on the kid.”

“I’m sure she can do better than Four Eyes.”

“Can you really do better than a doctor?”

“He’s studying medicine,” I corrected him. “He is still a pizza boy at the moment.”

Drake shook his head and gave me a dry expression. “Can’t give the kid a break, can you?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. He is one of the many now.” I didn’t know why Drake was suddenly all Team Trent. “Where was Kade off to?” I asked, bringing up a conversation that I really did want to have.

“It’s Kade now, is it?” Drake’s lips twisted with amusement.

“Fine. Where was Reaper going?” I reworded my question, seeing as Drake was reading too much into it.

He crossed his arms. “Don’t know.”

“Fine, don’t tell me.”

“No, I really don’t know. He was secretive.” Drake’s expression hardened. “He’s bored, and when bored, he goes looking for trouble.”

“Well, I can’t blame him. This town is about as thrilling as middle school.” I grunted, pulling myself up to sit properly. “Maybe he has finally seen reason and will head back to his biker friends.”

“Or go join another.”

Disgust rolled across my face. “As if. Reaper might be many things, but a traitor isn’t one of them.”

“You’re very opinionated, aren’t you?”

“I might not be part of them anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in what they stand for and when it comes to Satan's Sons, you either stand with them or against them.”

“Thought you had nothing to do with the club.”

“Like I said, you either stand with them or against them. Just because I left doesn’t mean I stand against them.” My heart would always lie within that club. “Just because you leave doesn’t mean you stop being a part of the club. To be honest, I’m surprised Reaper hasn’t been called back by now.”

“He left for good reasons.”

I gave him a challenging look. “Reasons that you created.”

“Blood is blood. Reaper knows that.”

“Yes, but you made him choose between the two. So if anyone is to blame, you are.” I stood up. “Drake, admit it, you caused him to leave, and if I were you, I would be feeling really guilty about that.”

Drake and I weren’t arguing. It was more like a passionate conversation, one that was centered on Reaper. It was odd because I thought I would want to throw darts at a picture of him considering the dish of rejection he gave me earlier.

“Then you must feel real guilty for taking him away from his patch?”

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