Page 85 of Reaper's Claim

It seemed people had taken to standing rather than sitting next to him.

“Brad.” I waved at him, his head snapping up.

I watched the color drain from his face. “Please tell me it isn’t broken.” He was out of his seat, coming at me immediately. “You ok, Abby?” He placed a hand on my shoulder, looking concerned.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just sucks I’m stuck with this for months.” I realized that close to nearly everyone in the waiting room was staring openly at us.

I suppose seeing him actually being concerned and caring had shocked them.

“Can we go?” I asked him, shifting my handbag on my arm, which he then immediately took off me.

Now that did make me smile.

“Yeah darling, I parked the van around the corner. Not too much of a walk for you.”

“I broke my arm, Brad, not my leg,” I smirked at him.

Cracking a grin, he answered, “Righteo smart arse, let’s go.”

The thing about Brad that most people didn’t know was unlike a lot of bikers, he had a good, caring heart. He just didn’t show it often.

“Talked to your old man before,” Brad said, walking beside me and I cringed.

“Great. What did he say?”

“He wanted to know what happened.” He gave me a sideways glance. “Didn’t realize something had happened, Abby. Why didn’t you tell me Mavis attacked you?”

“So that’s his name.” I groaned, realizing now Dad knew the whole story. I couldn’t just fib to him. “So Dad is furious then?”

“Nah, he was just concerned. Wanted to know if it was broken or not.”

“Well, it’s broken.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Why didn’t you tell me? If I had known Abby, I would have…”

“Stop, Brad.” I gripped his arm, shaking my head at him. “There wasn’t anything you could do. Reaper was already laying into the guy, and it was my fault. I shouldn’t have been wearing what I was wearing.”

Anger boiled in his eyes, “Don’t be stupid, Abby. You should be able to wear whatever the fuck you want without getting attacked. What happened shouldn’t have happened. Simple. And it’s been dealt with.”

“What does that mean?” I didn’t like the sound of violence, but I knew that was the only language my dad spoke clearly. “Did Dad hurt him?”

Brad scoffed, “He would have if he got a chance. Reaper apparently beat him to it.”

My stomach twisted, and nerves filled me. “Is Reaper ok?”

Brad gave me a blank expression, “It’s Reaper, of course he is ok. The man didn’t even land a punch on him.”

I felt relief that Reaper hadn’t been hurt because of me.

“Dad’s going to be so mad. He hates it when his guys fight, and I caused it, which will only make him more furious.”

“Mavis is a wild one, Abby, just rides between clubhouses. So Roach will be ok about it.”

We stopped at the van, and I smiled as Brad opened the door for me. Such a gentleman.

“Thanks.” I smiled up at him, “And thanks for bringing me here too, Brad, and for waiting. I owe you one.”

“Nah darling, you don’t owe me a thing.” He winked and gave me a push up into the van.

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