Page 126 of Reaper

“You had a good time though?”

She nods. “I did. We played Rummy in his room. He’s actually a great guy under all the scary stuff. I really like him, but I don’t think it’s mutual.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Guys like Wrath are hard to read. Hell, half the time they don’t even know what they want.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” She rolls her eyes.

“Who knows, maybe the next relationship to be gossiped about here will be yours,” I tease.

“I wish.” She sighs wistfully. “I don’t want to get my hopes up though. Right now, he won’t even touch me. Besides, if he hasn’t claimed me yet, that means eventually the other guys will want a turn and as much as I know you say we can say no, I won’t. I need this place.”

“I understand. It’s going to be a transition. You’ll just have to wait it out and wear him down. If anyone can claim Wrath, it will be you.”

“Maybe. I’m sad I left early though.”

“Oh?”

She turns and throws a makeup sponge at me. “Don’t play coy with me. I heard you claimed Reaper, kicked the shit out of Daniela then when it was all over Reaper claimed you back.”

“I didn’t kick her, I just pulled her hair.” I shrug.

“Seriously! Ugh, I’m sad I missed it. It’s been all the sweetbutts have talked about since when no one is around.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring it up the other night.”

Tara’s eyes soften. “We both know you hate being the center of attention. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Thanks.”

“Who would have thought an old lady would be best friends with one of the club whores,” she muses.

“Stop it. Don’t call yourself a whore,” I scold her.

Tara opens her mouth to say something else.

“Help. Please help!” We hear screams from the main room.

Tara and I ran out of the spare room we were using, only to find Daniela bruised and bloody in the middle of the clubhouse. Jacob’s already at her side. Other than us, no one else is here right now. At least, not that I know of.

“What happened?” I ask as I fall to her side, checking her over.

“I’ll call Wrath,” Tara says as she reaches for her phone.

“Trigger should have gotten the alarm notification. We had the security system set since everyone is gone,” Jacob says as he puts pressure on her side.

“How did she even get in?” I ask.

Jacob shakes his head as he stares at me in the eyes. “I don’t know. I didn’t have time to ask questions. She just fell inside looking like this, and I reacted.”

“That’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

I feel something funny and look down at my hands. My finger is smeared with what looks like makeup from where one of her bruises lay. I frown.

“What’s on your hand?” Jacob asks.

“Bitch,” she hisses, plunging something into my leg. It burns, making me cry out in pain.

“Get off of her!” Tara cries out.

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