Page 7 of Her Possessive Biker
Mineto claim.
Mineuntil the end of the road.
“Reaper,” Diesel’s voice cuts through the noise, snapping me out of it. “You zoning out, man? You good?”
I blink, dragging myself back to reality. Back to the Black Crown. Back to beer-slick counters and smoke curling beneath low lights.
Deadeye’s standing now, tossing cash on the counter.
“Heading out,” he says. “Got a librarian waiting on me.”
Another round of laughter.
I grunt, nod once, and follow him outside.
“Deadeye,” I mutter when the door creaks shut behind us.
He lights a smoke, nodding like a man who’s been there. Who gets it without needing to ask.
“She safe?”
I nod. “She’s good.”
“You’re screwed,” he says with a smirk, flicking ash to the gravel.
I huff out a laugh. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
He claps my shoulder once, then disappears into the dark.
I swing a leg over my bike.
Fire her up.
Riding home.
Chapter 3
Cassie
Thinking about him is driving me insane. It’s been two days since Reaper pulled me out of that alley and I haven’t seen him since.
The heat that shot through me when he caught me hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s gotten worse. Every time I close my eyes, I feel the thud of his heartbeat under my palm. I remember how solid he felt. How steady. How dangerous.
Obsession isn’t exactly healthy, I know. But having him fill my brain makes it easier not to think about my actual life.
After Dad died, I was alone for years. Thought Cal didn’t care enough to stay. Thought he’d left just like Mom did—vanished without a goodbye and took every ounce of warmth with her.
Later I found out Cal left to pay off Dad’s debts. I hadn’t known. I just thought I wasn’t enough to stay for.
He’s fifteen years older than me, more like a father figure than a brother. He used to shield me from our father’s fists. At least… when he was home.
“You’re brooding,” Camden sings as she slides onto the stool beside me at the diner counter.
Camden Carmichael, librarian and certified sunshine tornado.
She wasn’t always like this, but now she walks around like she owns the world. Blonde hair in a braid, T-shirt that saysBOOKS ARE MY BOYFRIENDS. Too cute. Too nosy.
She props her chin in her hand and stares me down.
