Page 157 of Reaper's Rival

Chapter 45

Abby

I was picking up the pizza order for the club because everyone else had been drinking and I was the only sober person there.

I wasn’t used to the heat here and was wearing Kim’s shorts, which were a tad short for my liking, and a Satan’s Sons tank top. I looked like a true blue Satan’s Sons supporter.

“Nice legs.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the guy who was with his friends.

“Thanks.” I didn’t see the point in starting an argument.

“Do they come over easy? Or only for bikers?”

His friends laughed. The doorbell beeped as someone else entered the shop.

I rolled my eyes and ignored them.

“Come on, club whore, you can’t ignore us, not when all your biker bed buddies are nowhere to be seen.”

That’s it, I’ve had it!

“She’s with me.”

I pinched my eyes shut, and relief flooded my body until I remembered just how violent Reaper could become when challenged.

I turned around to find the boys awkwardly backing away.

“Wanna take back what you said to her?” Reaper stepped toward the troublemaker. “Or do you need your head caved in to see reason?”

He was in full-on Reaper mode. Kade was nowhere to be seen. He was in the type of mood that you couldn’t talk him out of something even if you wanted to.

“Come on man, no need to fight over a club whore.” The guy laughed at Reaper. Did he expect Reaper to agree with him?

This boy did not understand the club at all. Even if I wasn’t in a relationship with Reaper, he would still protect a club girl. Maybe not to the point of this, though.

Reaper flexed his knuckles. “That’s my fiancée you're talking about, and I’ll have you know,” he grabbed the boy by his shirt, “she is no whore.” He slammed him into the counter. People gasped and others quickly left, and I just stood there letting Reaper do whatever.

Napkins fell to the floor along with straws and other things the counter had on it.

Reaper lifted the man up and then banged him down on the counter again.

“So before my fists get bloody, I want you to fucking tell my fiancée sorry.”

The guy seemed scared and looked across at me. “Sorry,” he stuttered.

I sighed and nodded my head.

“Order 27?” The lady behind the counter called our number.

“That’s us, Reaper. Now, why don’t you let go of the guy and help me carry the pizzas.”

Reaper picked the guy up and then dropped him on the ground, giving him a firm kick in the stomach to seal his argument.

I gave the lady a small smile. She seemed scared as she stacked the boxes on the counter.

I picked up a dozen and let Reaper get the rest.

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