Page 95 of Reaper's Claim

Her eyes went wide. “What, where?”

I lowered my voice and whispered in her ear. “Behind you. Guess that girlfriend of his didn’t keep him entertained.”

I was aware of the fact Reaper was now leaning against the brick pillar, watching with that stupid brunette under his arm. I seriously wanted to rip that girl’s hair out, or drag her out the back. But what annoyed me the most was, why did club girls always have to be so young and happy? Seriously, are they all so happy to be used and ditched?

She was laughing and giggling under his arm. Reaper wasn’t funny. So I don’t know what she found so entertaining.

“Ok, some rules!” Collins cleared his voice, making everyone look at him. “Shoes and socks don’t count.”

All the boys cheered with agreement.

Kim was looking over my shoulder. No guess needed to know who she was staring at. Then she snapped back in the moment and had a killer look on her face.

“Fine then, vests don’t count.” Kim took a beer from a member and threw it down, and the girls cheered in agreement. Kim stumbled towards them. “No rings, no sunglasses, or belts. Clothes only.”

Darren just laughed and nodded his head. “It’s on, Kim.”

Ok, maybe I was confident, but I wasn’tthatconfident.

“You can break, too.” Kim smiled and my eyes widened slightly. I gripped her arm and dragged her backwards.

“You better be bloody drunk, Kim.” I whisper-yelled at her.

“Four shots baby girl, and you are all mine.” Collins rounded the table and winked at me.

I gave him a confident smile, but I was starting to doubt our plan, especially because Kim just let them break!

My eyes went from Collins to Reaper. He was furious. One look at him and I could tell.Time to feel how I feel, Reaper.

The game had brought out every biker, even the ones that were busy feeling up the girls down the back. The other pool tables were empty now, all players more interested in this game. The boys were wanting a show. The ones that had always wanted to see us naked were now here, hoping.

Hope all you want, fellas.

Kim and I had already kicked off our sandals. We weren’t wearing jewelry and we were ready for the game.

Collins gave me a wink and then broke. Everyone was watching as the balls went around the table. Collins let out a deep rumble of laughter as one ball went into the pocket. Darren whacked Kim on the butt, and all the other lot cheered.

Kim and I looked at each other.

The crowd started to chant. Kim and I had to hold up our end of the deal.

“Bras.” I told her over the chanting.

Kim nodded her head and did the same as me. I unclicked my bra under my tank top and then threaded my arms through. My eyes flickered to Reaper’s just in time to see him crumpling up his beer can while glaring at me.

As if saying,don’t fucking dare.

I couldn’t help but smile at him as I dropped my bra on the ground.

Kim handed me the cigarette. “Ok, your shot Abby.”

I sucked on the cigarette lightly and handed it back to her. “So we are stripes, right?”

She nodded her head.

“What’s that, Abby, don’t know your pool that well?” Darren laughed at me.

“You won’t be laughing when you’re butt naked.” I sneered at him. “Let’s see how well that back tattoo was done.”

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