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)
All bikers had reputations, and sure enough, Straight to Hell MC were not kids. They didn’t play around. They were serious and dangerous, but they did not take drugs. Drugs were not part of the MO. One of his duties was to keep tabs on the boys and make sure none of them fucked up in that area. Anyone on drugs was dealt with. Lord liked to know he could rely on people, and those taking drugs were not reliable. They were only interested in the next fix.
Stepping into the clubhouse, he looked around and although he wasn’t surprised, he was a little disappointed Grace was not there. He wanted to break this barrier down between them, so she knew he wasn’t anyone to be afraid of. This mattered to him. No woman had ever mattered to him like this. That morning, when he kissed her, it hadn’t even been his intention to cross that line, but one touch, one look, it was like she stepped right out of a dream, and he wanted to keep delving into that dream with her. She called to every part of him.
“Reaper” Ally said, catching his attention and moving toward him. She had a big smile on her face.
He nodded at her, aware of Lord glaring at him. Lord was happy for him to do his women’s shelter stuff so long as it didn’t bring any trouble to the club. So far, he’d been able to keep that promise.
Lord was aware of the judge.
Now Lord was pissed, and with Grace living with them for her protection, it put the club on the map in a way Lord didn’t want.
“What’s up?” Reaper asked.
“I went to see Grace, like you asked. I offered to hang out with her and she seems nice, but she’s quite skittish. I took up some pizza for her, and she said thank you and asked about you.”
Ally tapped him on the arm, and then turned on her heel to leave. He ran a hand down his face. Perhaps Grace was not going to settle in all that well. He blew out a breath, and then made his way toward the main door that would lead to his room. Several of the guys hadn’t even made it to their rooms and were having full-blown sex for all to see. There was no way he was going to get Grace to see the good of the club like this.
He got to his room and knocked. “It’s just me,” he said.
Stepping into the room, he saw Grace standing there with her hands clasped together. “Hi,” she said.
“Hi.”
She still looked nervous.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“It’s fine. Everything is fine. Actually, you know what, no, this is not fine. None of this is fine. I’m like, trying to ... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything.”
He frowned and looked at her. “What?”
“The way I’ve treated you, it’s been appalling. I took everything my parents said to heart and that’s not right, is it? I mean, you’re supposed to listen to your parents, but you still have to have a mind of your own. I’ve been such a horrible person to you. You’re not like my sister’s ex-boyfriend. You’ve never gotten anyone hooked on drugs, or forced them to take it. You didn’t hurt any of the women at the shelter, and I’ve been a complete and total bitch to you. You came when I needed you, and I’m so sorry.” She took a step toward him.
“You haven’t left this room,” he said.
“I’m embarrassed. I don’t ... what if they hate me? I wasn’t exactly welcoming.” She groaned. “I suck at this.”
He laughed. “Stop it.” He closed that distance between them and reached out to cup her cheek. She looked so distraught.
“I’m so grateful for you coming to the tea shop.”
“Bubble tea shop.” He winked.
“And bringing me here when you didn’t have to. Also, for helping those women I’ve seen you bring to the shelter, and being nice to all the kids. You played ball with them and that was so cute, and I really liked it when you kissed me.”
Reaper looked at her and quickly checked to make sure no one had brought her alcohol.
“What is it?” she asked, looking behind her.
“I wondered if you were drunk.”
This made her laugh. She rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not drunk. I can be nice when I want to be.”
He laughed. “That’s good to know.”
There was silence between them, but this time, it didn’t feel awkward. He looked at her luscious lips, and he just wanted to kiss her again. He’d spent a lot of time hoping to kiss her again. Reaper had an extra jolt of energy all day from it. Nothing could bring him down.
“You enjoyed my kiss?” he asked, banding one arm around her back and pulling her in close so that she was flush against his chest.