Page 165 of Reaper's Rival

We were outside now in the fresh air standing at the bikes. I had gotten here in one piece. I wasn’t that much of a bad rider. Hell, Kim can do it.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled down to his number. I really didn’t want to do this.

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So Brad and a prospect picked up the bikes and a taxi picked us up. I called Reaper, and to my surprise, he wasn’t angry. In fact, he was very calm. Which scared the shit out of me.

When we got back to the clubhouse, the party was still going strong, and Dad had been taken by members as soon as we got in.

I, on the other hand, had the pleasure of going to see Reaper. I couldn’t spot him in the sea of people, so I took this opportunity and headed for our bedroom.

If I could avoid him, I would.

I walked down the hallway past all the other members’ rooms. Finally took the stairs and there I was at my room. I opened the door and flicked on the lights.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” I screamed and held my chest.

Reaper was leaning against the window ledge, smoking in the dark.

“You could have turned on a light, you know!” I yelled at him then closed the door. “Fine, get it over with. Yell at me. Tell me how stupid I am for taking your bike. Go on. Do it.”

He inhaled the cigarette and then exhaled a puff of smoke. “You ok?” he finally said.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I frowned at him from across the room.

“Then I got nothing to say.” He butted the cigarette out and then crossed his arms.

“Really? Nothing?” I was completely stunned. Where was the control freak of a fiancé I was marrying tomorrow?

“You were with your dad. If I hadn’t made him leave, you wouldn’t have chased him. Therefore you wouldn’t have taken my bike. So really, when you think about it, I’m as much to blame as you.”

This wasn’t Reaper. Reaper was never calm, nor was he reasonable.

“Right.” I just stared blankly at him.

He walked across the room and stopped in front of me. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What? Are you not staying here tonight?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s bad luck.”

“Come on, Kade. We skipped that step when you knocked me up.” I smirked at him. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’d tell you, but you will just get mad. So I’ll tell you something else.” He grabbed my hand and linked his fingers in with mine. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be the dickhead at the end.”

He was up to something. Should I press him for more?

I sighed “And I’ll be the dickhead in black. You might not realize it's me once Kim is done with me.” I swear she was more into makeup than anything else.

He smirked. “I’ll always pick you out, Abby. You’re my girl.” He kissed me on the forehead.

“Night, Kade,” I said, and he let go of my hand and walked to the door.

What was he up to?

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