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Instinctively, I reach up and catch it. It takes me a minute to realize what he tossed at me.
“Wait, is it done?” I ask as I squeeze my keys.
Wrath nods. “All repairs have been made. It looks as good as new.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
“Appreciate what?” Reaper asks as he walks up.
“Him fixing my bike,” I tell him.
Reaper grunts before he pulls Natalie into his arms. I look away, giving them a moment.
“You have church,” she reminds him gently.
“I know, Queen Bee,” he murmurs.
Wrath tilts his head to the side and starts walking. I follow him and head into the chapel. Everyone is waiting, and we take our seats as we wait for Reaper to join us.
“Sorry about that,” Reaper says as he closes the door behind him.
“All good, brother,” Midnight says.
Reaper rounds the table and picks up the gavel. He bangs it as he takes his seat.
“Bullet, has Harlee learned anything else?” he asks, jumping right in.
I shake my head. “Harlee and Adalyn talk frequently, but nothing important. Anytime Harlee really tries, Adalyn changes the subject.”
“And you know this for a fact? Harlee could be covering,” Pinky says.
I squeeze my fists under the table. “Harlee wouldn’t lie about something like that. Not when this much is on the line.”
“Easy,” Reaper says before looking at Trigger. “Tell me that the DNA test has come back.”
“The test concluded she is in fact his biological child,” Trigger confirms.
“Son of a bitch,” Reaper groans as he runs a hand over his face.
“How did we not know this? When he was prospecting, he was a chatty motherfucker. He would have told us,” Kicks says.
“Maybe he did and you guys just forgot about it?” Colt offers.
Reaper shakes his head. “No, he kept that shit locked down tight. He only offered up what he thought he could use to his advantage.”
“Shit, I kind of feel bad for her. Imagine having him as a father,” Wrath says.
“He had to have been young, right?” Pinky asks.
“Yeah, we would have been about…” Before Reaper can finish his sentence, the chapel door bursts open.
“Stop!” I yell as everyone reaches for their guns.
Harlee freezes, wide-eyed.
“What the hell, Harlee!” I hiss.
She blinks, like she’s clearing her head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I know no one is supposed to interrupt church, but this is important. I just met with Adalyn,” she blurts out.
