Page 9 of Reaper's Claim

God, those two make me sick.

Within five minutes, I watched Trigger disappear out the club door following Kim’s footsteps.

I swiped a beer from the counter and made my way over to the pool table. Gitz and Cameron were attempting to play, though I was sure it was harder to play having a woman wrapped under your arm.

“Are you heading out, Abby?” Gitz asked me, holding a pool stick and sitting at the table, some woman’s hands all over him. He seemed a lot better since last night. He was either putting on a brave face or he really was over it.

“It’s your turn, Gitz,” Cameron shouted before driving his lips onto a brunette’s.

I sighed and slumped into the couch. The music was pounding and so was the laughter; everyone seemed to be having a great night. Then there was me, sitting here, bored shitless.

I scanned the crowd and spotted Dad leaning against the bar, laughing and talking to the Satan’s Sons Western Charter’s President, Dane.

If he was still here, I wondered if that meant Reaper was, too.

I walked across the room, and then when Dad was within arm’s reach, I swooped in under his arm.

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arm around me, all the while keeping up with the conversation.

I could hear his heart beating through his leather cut, and I loved it. It reminded me of my childhood, all the times I fell asleep by his side after having a nightmare.

“Are you alright, darling?” Dad looked down at me.

I nodded my head and just held on to him a bit tighter.

Most guys in the room had a whore clinging to them, not their daughter, but I knew Dad didn’t mind. He never minded.

Dane and Dad kept talking, laughing, and joking. The hours slowly ticked by.

I let go of Dad and yawned. “I’m going to get a drink.”

He nodded his head and let me go.

I leaned across the bar and poured myself a drink. The bartender was busy up at the top end filling order after order.

“Should you be drinking that, sweetheart?” Reaper’s voice whisked across my ear, and I could feel him standing behind me. His chest pressed against my back, and he reached around me and wrapped his hand around the glass in my hand. “Or should I be taking that off ya?”

My eyes were glued to his hand. It engulfed mine, and the metal of the reaper ring he wore pressed into my skin.

“I’m allowed to drink.” My heart was pounding faster than a heart attack, and I was sure my voice wavered with nervousness.

His laughter was deep and thick and it rumbled through his body, sending chills through mine.

“I’ve been waiting for ya to leave ya Dad’s side.”

I slowly turned around and looked up into his deep dark eyes. He kept his arm behind me, pinning me between him and the bar. Not a bad place to be pinned, I thought.

“Why would that be, Kade?”

“Wanted to see if you were alright after last night. Did you tell anyone about what happened?”

“I told Kim.”

“Bet she didn’t believe ya. Nice work on the hair, by the way.”

A smile twitched on my lips. “Thanks.”

“Seems those two aren’t anywhere to be found.”

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