Page 7 of Reaper's Claim

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

He shook his head, his face softening. “You’re lying, little one.”

I had seen Roach kill a man in cold blood. I had seen many sides to this man, but I had never seen the soft, gentle one. I looked at Dane, and he grinned back at me.I guess being a father does weird things to a grown man.

“I’m fine, Dad. Sorry for interrupting your meeting.” A weak smile traced her lips.

He pulled her into a hug, ripping her up from the ground. Then finally, she looked me in the eye while hugging her old man, looking over his shoulder at me. Her feet dangled in the air as Roach hugged her.

Darn, she was beautiful.

“Do you want to stay for the meeting, little one?” He put her down, rubbing the top of her head. “We’re talking about the Soldiers.”

This was club business. Skirts did not belong in the middle of club business.

“I think the room is a bit full. I’ll see you tonight.” She was blocked from my view, but I could still hear her voice.

“Righteo, little one. Off ya go then.”

Abby closed the two large wooden doors behind her. Roach slumped back in his chair and reached for his bottle of beer.

“Don’t have fucking girls. Let that be a lesson to you young blokes,” he grunted.

Dane grumbled a deep laugh as both of them shared some fatherly joke together.

The meeting continued, but I wouldn’t lie and say my mind wasn’t on a sixteen-year old's blue opal eyes and killer body.

Abby

Embarrassment was something I was used to. Growing up around so many men and being as clumsy as I am, it just came with the territory. But this morning, I got a huge dose—close to an overdose—when I was not only ranted at by Kim but also had told off my dad, all in front of the man I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about all night.

Kade Wilson; also known as Reaper.

No woman could lie and say they didn’t find him attractive. He had a bad-boy appeal, and even a saint would fall for his looks—those deep dark eyes, that sexy smile, and that body. I knew it wasn’t just my hormones lusting after him because any female with a pair of eyes would be doing the same.

I was singing off-tune, loudly, to a Metallica track when my dad broke into my bedroom.

“Dad, ever heard of knocking?” I snapped before bending down and swooping up my paintbrush.Great, another stain on my carpet.

“Better start explaining why the hell I just got a letter from the school, Abby.” He waved a piece of paper in my face.

I snapped it from his grasp and read over the finely written letter, which detailed a suspension—my suspension.

“I didn’t do anything.” I was gobsmacked. The letter stated I was being suspended for abusing a teacher. Sure, I might be a bit of a spitfire at times, but I couldn’t remember one occasion where I had abused a teacher.

“The letter is telling me otherwise,” Dad grunted, not buying my denial.

“I didn’t do this.” I gave him back the piece of paper. “They must have gotten Kim and me mixed up because I don’t even have Mrs. Matthews as a teacher!”

I watched as Dad thought it over. Finally, he blew out a deep breath and turned around sharply. “KIMBERLY!” He closed my door on the way out and roared down the hall.

Kim was suspended, again. What a surprise.

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