Page 142 of Reaper

“Hey Reap.”

The words leave her mouth, but I’m not interested in them right now. Instead, I pick her up and walk her to the closest wall.

Then I seal my lips onto hers.

She answers my kiss right away, letting me lead it. When she feels like putty in my hands, I lean back, resting my forehead on hers.

“What about the word mine do you not get? Do I need to spell it out for you? Spank your ass red until you understand it? Maybe get it tattooed on you?”

She frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“I told you if you leave, I leave. If you want to leave me, you’re going to have to kill me because I won’t let you go. I don’t care if it sounds toxic as fuck. If it’s over the top and too possessive. The only way you leave me is if I’m dead. So make your decision.”

I pull my gun out, turning it until it’s in her hand, pressed against my chest. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.

I realize I’m being irrational. Maybe even scaring her, especially with her past, but the thought of her leaving me has driven me past my breaking point. I can’t do this without her. I can’t live a life without her.

“Jesus, Harrison. What’s wrong with you? I’m not trying to leave you. Please put the fucking gun away, you psycho,” she hisses at me but keeps her tone low.

She shouldn’t bother. Everyone is listening to every single word spoken.

“You asked Trigger for a new identity.”

Her eyes widen then soften. “That rat bastard,” she mumbles to herself. “I was going to tell you tonight. I’ve made a decision. I want to leave the old Natalie in the past. I want to be the woman you made me into. So I asked him to erase Natalie Fairless so that she never existed and give me a new last name. I was never going to leave you. This is just something I need to heal.”

I swallow hard, finally taking the gun back and holding it out until someone grabs it. “You want a new last name?”

She nods slowly.

“Take my last name and make it yours then.”

She gasps, her hand flying to her lips.

“You’re already my old lady in the eyes of the club, but be my wife.”

“I don’t want Natalie Fairless to have ever existed though. I don’t want anyone ever to be able to find her,” she whispers, looking down.

I nudge her chin up. “So we get rid of her. Say you’ll take my last name though. Be mine.”

She smiles. “I’m already yours, but yes. I’ll take your last name.”

I growl, leaning in to kiss her on the lips before pulling back.

“Chap,” I holler to our chaplin.

“Right here, Reaper,” he tells me.

I glance over at him.

“Marry us right now. Trigger make it legal.”

They both agree quickly.

“Can you at least let me stand on my own two feet? Do this semi-traditional?” Natalie teases.

I shake my head. “I don’t want you to be anywhere but in my arms.”

She smirks. “Whatever you say, caveman.”

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