Page 4 of Viper's Claim

“Yeah, you are selling drugs in my town,” his dark voice answered my dad. Yet. His voice sounded familiar.

I looked over his vest and then stared into his eyes. Have I seen him before?

“Ya family needs to pack up all their shit and leave. If you and your sons are still in my town in four days. You won’t be breathing.” Reaper’s voice was calm. No anger. It was a statement. Not a threat.

“We aren’t the ones leaving,” my stepbrother, Ashley growled and raised a gun behind Reaper. It was pointed at Reaper’s head.

Reaper gazed forward. “You got a death wish?”

I reacted. I wasn’t fearless. I wasn’t strong. I just reacted when I saw that gun pointed at the madman’s head. I pulled the gun from my dad’s waistband and pointed it at my stepbrother. Who was standing slightly to the side of Reaper.

“Lower your gun Ashley or I’ll follow through on Reaper’s plan before he can.” I don’t know where this came from.

But here I am, with a gun pointed at man that caused my younger years to be spent in nothing but pain.

Ashley's lips twitched down. “You don’t have the guts. Just like you never had the guts to stop me from viewing you.”

As if Reaper knew, I was going to do it. He stepped to the side. And I just pulled the trigger. It was like a reflex and his blood sprayed over me.

Dad just started shouting. Kaylee cried in a deafening scream.

But it was Reaper who had a gun pointed at Kaylee’s other two sons.

“Leave town,” Reaper repeated and grabbed my arm in the process. I’m in shock and I dropped the gun.

I just killed Ashley.

Me.

He was dead?Right?

Reaper dragged me out.

“Get on the bike,” Reaper said.

“I killed him,” I muttered as he dragged me in the direction of the bike.

“You got seconds kid, get on the bike before they come at us blind shooting.” He pushed his bike off the stand and that’s when I did the craziest thing in my life.

I got the back of a biker’s bike. Not just any biker’s bike. The notorious Reaper’s.

Hannah was pissing me off with her wedding planning.

It had been delayed five years already.

I hoped that the day would never come.

I loved my sister, but every time I saw Brad touching her. I wanted to kill him. Even if he was the love of Hannah’s life.

I wanted him fucking dead. Not my brother-in-law.

Dad was taking it a lot better than fucking me. Maybe because he didn’t have a choice.

I prided myself on protecting my sisters, and I hadn’t seen a relationship with Brad coming for Hannah.

I gripped my beer when the clubhouse door opened. Glanced up and saw the old man. He was meant to be dealing with the drug dealers. Fucking meth heads. Dealing their shit in our town. Bullets would have settled the issue, but dad gave them a warning.

Fucking old man didn’t deserve the title reaper. He was fucking soft. Letting his best mate marry his daughter. Letting meth heads have a second chance.

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