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)
Yeah, he was a bit insulted she took him for a wife-beater, but he could understand why she thought that. He hadn’t even asked for her name. Then he remembered hearing Gena talking to her.
Grace.
Reaper played the name around in his head.
Grace
Grace
Yeah, that was a good fucking name.
Maybe he’d stop by again to make sure his repairs to the security system worked. Maybe she’d be there.
It was stupid to have these feelings for a woman he’d just met. She may be curvy as fuck with the darkest brown eyes he’d ever seen, but she was a sweet girl. Too sweet for the likes of him.
That still didn’t stop him from planning to visit the shelter again tomorrow. He decided it was on his way to town anyway. Reaper needed to ask around, do some investigating about this supposed hit that went out. It was his job to eliminate threats, to make their enemies suffer. He couldn’t count the number of bones he’d broken as warnings not to fuck with the Straight to Hell MC. And he had no regrets, no pity, no remorse.
What Lord wanted, he made happen. That’s how it worked, and he had no problem with that.
Reaper dried off in his private bathroom. He wiped his hand across the foggy mirror and examined the scars on his face. Was she afraid of him? Was he intimidating?
He’d never really put much thought into his appearance, never gave a fuck what the club whores thought of him, or anyone for that matter.
He cared about what Grace thought. In fact, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wishing he could get inside her head. Thinking about tomorrow when today wasn’t even over.
He needed a distraction to burn off this energy coursing through his veins. He grabbed a towel, then slipped on a pair of gym shorts. They had a state-of-the-art gym at the club, and right now he wanted to rip himself to shreds with the weights and maybe hit the treadmill. By the time he was done, the only thing he’d be thinking about was sleep.
Chapter Two
“You’re lingering tonight and that’s not like you. At least, not near my office. What’s on your mind, Grace?” Gena asked.
Grace was not used to feeling this way. This was all new, and she hated to think of her emotions as raw, but that was exactly how she felt. It was insane. “I wanted to come and apologize for earlier.”
Gena looked confused.
“The angry-looking biker,” Grace said, as a way of reminding her.
“Oh, Reaper, of course. Yes, you were incredibly rude, and it’s not something I would expect from you,” Gena said, pointing the pen she’d been using toward her.
“I wasn’t expecting ... in my experience, men like him seem to be the problem.”
Gena burst out laughing. “Oh, bless you, you’re reminding me of exactly how I reacted the first time he showed up with a beaten woman and two kids. I saw the patch and the leather jacket, as well as that angry scowl. The two kids that were practically wrapped around him didn’t register and I was one button away from calling the cops. Of course, my brain finally caught up with everything I was seeing, and, well, the rest is history.”
“He comes by often?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s often. When I need his help, no matter when or where, he’s always there. He tries to stick to my schedule. If we’re having a problem with a couple of the husbands or partners, he’s happy to be here. He’ll help with funding as well as security. He’s a really good guy. I don’t know his story. We’ve never sat down and had a heart to heart. I know his intentions are good, and whenever I need anything, it miraculously turns up.”
Grace took a deep breath. “So, I was completely wrong.”
“About Reaper, yes, but everyone else, that’s for you to judge.”
Grace nodded.
“I doubt he’ll harbor any ill will toward you. He’s not the type. At least, not from what I’ve seen.”
This did not make her feel any better. “Did the woman settle in, and the little girl?”
“Yes, they did, and I believe we’ve got one leaving tomorrow, but everything on that case has been handled.” The women’s shelter was always so busy. In rare situations they were able to get some lawyers to help do the work pro-bono to gain restraining orders, divorces, or even put the men responsible behind bars. It was messy work, but someone had to do it.
“I better be off then. I’ll be back day after tomorrow,” Grace said.
“I’ll see you then. Do you need any help getting home?”
“Nope, nope, it’s all good.” Again, she offered a quick smile, left Gena’s office, and made her way toward the exit. The moment she left, she made sure the door was locked. She never wanted to give anyone a chance to get inside.