Page 67 of Reaper's Claim

“You’re fucking with me?” He didn’t believe me.

“Nope.”

“Thought you hated the scumbag?”

“I do.” Or at least I was sure Abby hated him. I only wished I hated him.

“So why go blonde for him?”

“I didn’t. I’m going blonde for Brad. You might remember him as Gitz.” I flashed a bright fake grin. Now I was sure my sister was going red with rage on that staircase listening to this. “Gitz and I sort of have history, and he just broke up with that chick from the valley. So yeah.”

“First time I’m hearing about this history.” Reaper glared at me. His eyes were on fire, it could and would scorch the devil.

“Dad’s throwing that annual club meet. Heaps of people are heading in.” I eyed his patch before looking him in the eye. “Even Vikings have a habit of turning up.”

If Reaper cared for Abby—really cared—he would be panicking. If he thought for one second that another biker was going to take what he thought was his, I’m sure he would do anything to stop it from happening.

“Anyway. I’ve got to head out. Picking Kim up, and we’re picking up supplies before we leave tomorrow.” I waved over my shoulder, feeling satisfied with the destruction I was leaving.

Abby wanted Reaper, and by his reaction, he wanted her, too. If only I were so confident about what Trigger wanted.

Chapter 24

Kim

Abby sucker-punched my arm. “BRAD! Are you crazy!” Her face was red with rage. “I knew I would regret agreeing to your stupid plan.”

“Would you shut up before someone hears you?” I smiled evilly at her. “Reaper has a thing for blondes.”

“Pity I’ve still got black hair,” she snapped back, stuffing her clothes into a gym bag. “I never agreed to go back home.”

“Oh come on, you and I both know you miss it.” I let out a long sigh and lay back on her bed. “You know he is going to turn up, don’t you?” I dropped my head to the side to see my angry sister.

She muttered something under her breath. I thought her enraged expression was amusing, but the look of terror that captured her face when someone knocked on the bedroom door was even better.

“Coming.” I dragged myself up off the bed.

Abby shook her head and mouthed “no” at me.

“Hide in the wardrobe.” I hissed at her.

She gave me a deadpan look. “Don’t fucking think so.”

“You don’t have blonde hair, remember?”

“Well fuck it, we can come clean.”

“Abby, open up.” Reaper’s impatient voice roared on the other side of the door.

I arched an eyebrow at her, “You really want to face that?”

A smirk spread across my face as I watched her close the wardrobe door. She was sure to kill me after this.

“Fine, come in, Reaper.” This was sure to be interesting. However, it was obviously not going to be pleasurable because Abby would rather hide in a closet than face him.

Reaper’s sharp eyes sliced across the room, focusing on Abby’s packed bag for a moment before he looked at me. “So you’re really going then?”

“Just for the long weekend.”

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