Page 53 of Reaper's Rage

“I’m good. I think I’m going to call Briony and ream her for having a relationship with a married man. Then I’m going to ream her some more for telling that married man where I was so he could try to kidnap me. ”

“Wow, that’s a lot to cover.” Babe says, his eyes wide. “Sounds like you two had as much excitement as we did.”

“Did you catch the bastards?” Ashlyn asks him, and he looks at me for help.

“You brought it up.” I tell him with a laugh, following Dante.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: ASHLYN

I probably should give Babe a break. I’m not going to though. But, I only press him for just the information that I think I should have. “Can you at least tell me if you got the bastards?” I ask him.

He nods.

“Ok, thanks.” I tell him before heading off to Reaper’s room and the conversation I don’t want to have, but can’t avoid. I figure I’ll get more details about the Chicago trip later from the other women. Or at least as much information as they get from their men. Sometimes this ‘club business’ rule is a real pain in the ass. But the guys like their secrets and we girls like ferreting them out.

The prospect retrieved our luggage, because I find it sitting on the floor next to the bed. Fingering the garment bag containing my sexy-as-sin dress, I feel disappointment. I really wanted Reaper to see me in it. Not sure when I’ll be able to wear it, but I know I will one day. I can’t wait to see the look on Reaper’s face when he sees me in it. Especially since I know it will make him desperate to fuck me. I shiver as I think of the possibilities. That dress is ideal for fucking in public.

Grabbing a change of clothes, I duck into the bathroom to take a hot shower. My body tingles and I’m a little sore from riding Reaper and his bike. Grinning, I recall Reaper pounding into me as I’m bent over his bike. We need to do that again and soon. I let my mind flip through all the sex scenes from the various books I’ve read. I want to try each and every one of them with Reaper.

I dry off and change into jeans and a loose shirt before I pull out my phone. Taking a deep breath, I call Briony.

“How was your birthday?” She answers with such enthusiasm and joy that I relax. I doubt she could fake this much excitement, so the odds are low that she knew about Matthews’ plan to kidnap me.

“It was pretty perfect until Coach Matthews showed up and tried to kidnap me.” I tell her.

She sucks in a breath and then releases it in a loud whoosh as if I’d punched her in the stomach. Maybe I had.

“What?” Briony asks. “Wait. What? Coach Matthews? He’s in Vegas? He couldn’t have been, he was just…”

“Because he spent the night with you? He was with you yesterday morning when you called me to wish me a happy birthday?” I press.

“Well, yeah.” Briony says.

“How long have you two been seeing each other?” I ask her.

“We just hooked up the night before last. He asked me out for a drink after practice. You know, I’ve been interested in him ever since he took over the team.” Briony says, and I can hear her building up her defenses.

“Did you know he’s married and his wife is pregnant?” I ask, not letting up. I’m trying to keep the anger and accusation out of my tone, but I know I’m unsuccessful.

“Married?” Briony stutters. “That’s not possible. He can’t be married. Wait, what do you mean he tried to kidnap you?” Now Briony sounds pissed off and I really hope she isn’t pointing that anger at me.

“I was in the restroom at a casino when he barged in. He had a syringe with some kind of drug to knock me out. I fought him off. He might have succeeded, but Reaper and a couple of other bikers stopped him. I filed charges against Matthews this morning.”

“Oh, my god.” Briony whimpers. “He found you because of me, didn’t he? Because I asked what you were up to. That son of a bitch. He asked about you, wanted to know if everything was ok because you left town. I told him it was your birthday, and that Reaper took you on a trip. He suggested I call you and wish you a happy birthday, find out your plans so I wouldn’t worry. I swear, Ashlyn, I didn’t know. I would never have betrayed you like that.”

I take a deep breath to calm myself because I believe her and she needs my sympathy, not my wrath. “Yeah, I know. He admitted he used you.”

“His poor wife. I can’t believe I slept with a married man.” Briony continues. “That son of a bitch. He never wears a wedding ring. He never mentioned having a wife. Hell, he doesn’t have photos of her in his office!”

I think back and realize she’s right. I didn’t know the bastard was married. He flirted with the girls, especially Briony, but he always seemed harmless. And not once did he come across as a dickwad who would cheat on his pregnant wife, or kidnap one of his players for a psychopath.

“We need to call the school and tell them what he did.” Briony continues. “He can’t be a coach any longer. If they don’t fire him, I’ll quit. Hell, I’m calling the school right now.”

I chuckle in relief at her outrage. There’s my friend. “I’m pretty sure the cops will contact the school and if not, Reaper will talk to them. If Flame hasn’t already gone down there.” I assure her.

“Yeah, you’re right. Flame probably called them as soon as he heard what happened. I’m surprised he isn’t pounding on my door, ready to kill me for setting you up.”

“You didn’t set me up. I’m sorry if I came across like I thought you had.”

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