Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
There was a sudden knock on the door, and she stared at it, a little dumfounded and not sure what she should do. If she ignored it, that was rude. Maybe Reaper told someone she was staying in his room. Perhaps it was a woman trying to find Reaper.
She winced and pursed her lips, climbing off the bed to make her way to the door, which was just a few short steps. Reaper’s room wasn’t overly large, but still bigger than her tiny apartment. He did have that king-size bed he was talking about, and she had to admit it was amazing.
She gripped the handle, twisted, and looked around the door to see a smiling woman. Reaper had introduced her, but she couldn’t remember the woman’s name.
“Hi, I’m Ally, we met this morning when Reaper brought you around.”
“Ally, right, yes, hello,” she said.
“I just came to see if everything was okay, and if you were happy?” she asked, hands clasped together.
This was not how she imagined a club woman to be. Was Ally a sweet-butt?
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Are you looking for Reaper?” she asked, feeling that hint of jealousy sweep over her.
“No, I actually came to see you, and I just wanted to make sure you’re settling in okay. I know the club can be a little full-on, especially if you’re not used to the whole biker scene.” She let out a little giggle. “If you need anything, just call for me. I’m Lord’s old lady.”
“Old lady?”
“Yeah, I’m his wife. His woman.” She held her hand out, and it was like she had a dozen questions.
“You’re not a sweet-butt?” she asked, and felt incredibly rude asking.
“What? Ew, no, no, absolutely not. I belong to Lord, and trust me, no one wants to even go there with that.” She shook her hand and wrinkled her nose. “So gross. There are sweet-butts here, but Lord doesn’t use them. Neither does Brick or Tank.”
“What about Reaper?”
“I think that’s for Reaper to discuss, not me.” She smiled. “Anyway, you’re totally safe here, and you don’t have to stay in Reaper’s room. You can explore the clubhouse.” She laughed. “Within reason. Just ask someone to get me and I’ll take you where you need to be.”
She was really sweet, and not at all what she pictured an old lady being.
“Thank you. I mean it, thank you so much,” Grace said.
“No problem. I’m happy to help. I know it can be overwhelming at first, and although gruff, dangerous, and scary, they’ve all got good hearts.”
Again, there was another smile, Ally gave her another wave, and Grace watched a little dumbfounded as she turned away and left.
Grace stood at the main door, and then she closed it. She looked at Reaper’s clean room, and it was nothing like her parents had described. Her parents had been the ones to find her sister’s body. They got her out of the clubhouse, but it had been too late. She died on the way to the hospital. They described the clubhouse as filth, crawling with rats and bugs, and everything that was gross and vile in the world. It was a walking disaster.
This clubhouse was not dirty. It was clean. And happy. She leaned against the door and realized her parents’ bias had certainly affected her in a negative way. There was no need to freaking wonder, it was right there, in front of her. Look at how she treated Reaper. Already judged him before she got the real chance to know him, and it frustrated her. Reaper hadn’t done anything to her, yet she’d already made assumptions about him. What kind of person did that make her?
Reaper had been nothing but kind to her. When she called Gena, it was Reaper they relied on. Nobody else.
What the hell had she done?
****
Reaper arrived at the clubhouse after going to Gena and giving her an update on what he knew. He’d extended the security within the shelter, but he had a sneaking suspicion all the evidence pointed toward Heidi’s abusive husband, who also happened to be a judge. The same freaking judge that tried to get the rent on the building increased to push them all out.
He knew he needed to tread carefully with this one. Judges were tricky, and Heidi’s husband did not have a history of dirty deeds. There was nothing on the books, and no way of figuring out exactly how to take him down. If he didn’t do this properly, this could cause a lot of headaches for the club, and he didn’t want that. His job was to diffuse problems, not create them.
He parked his bike and wondered if Grace would give the rest of the guys a chance. He certainly hoped Ally, Lord’s old lady, might have taken her under her wing and showed her this club was nothing like the one her sister was associated with.