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)
“You mean, like putting a flash drive inside a pen that no one would think to steal because he had his initials engraved on it?” Reaper asked.
She winced. “You’re right. I guess I was looking for some way to cheer you up, but I’m not helping, am I?”
“Grace, you and me, we’re alone. We’re enjoying the peace and quiet, trust me, I am more than fine right now.” He kissed the top of her head. “You’ve got to trust me.”
“I do trust you, Reaper.” She sighed. “Do you know what I was thinking?”
He shook his head, because there was no way of him ever knowing what this woman was thinking.
“I was thinking about the first time you and I met, and that already feels so long ago now, and how ... rude I was to you.” She smiled.
This made Reaper chuckle. “You being rude, you think that’s funny?”
“No, it’s really not funny, but look at us now. I mean, come on, I was horrible to you.” She winced. “How could you even want to be with someone like me?”
This made Reaper laugh. “Babe, you need to look into the mirror, because you’re fucking gorgeous. Second, I thought it was cute. Usually, women are throwing themselves at me. You didn’t. You were afraid, and you were angry, and it has been a long time since a woman has been so ... cold with me. Also, I think what helped was the fact you kept looking at me, even when you didn’t want to keep looking. That is what I found cute.”
“You were nothing like my parents said you would be. You even remembered everyone’s coffee order, and all the women seemed to adore you.”
“That’s because I am adorable.” He winked at her, and she threw her arms around his neck, and she leaned in close.
He loved this woman more than anything else in the world, and he knew how special she was, how precious. Reaper was just about to ask her to marry him, when he got a call. It was Lord’s ringtone. He learned long ago to never ignore his prez, so he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
“You need to come quick. I’ve got word that Cartright is coming and we’ve got the blonde, the flash drive, and a whole lot of shit headed our way.”
“I’m on my way.”
****
Grace didn’t know how they knew Cartright was on the way, but they had just enough time to make it back to the clubhouse. Reaper changed from his bike to a car Grace had never seen before, and he was given the flash drive, as well as Phoebe. There was no way they were going to be able to keep her safe with Cartright on the way.
She watched as Lord spoke to Reaper. The two men shook hands, and then Reaper climbed into the driver’s side of the car after securing her in the passenger seat. He turned over the ignition, and within seconds they were out of the grounds and turning right. Just after Reaper turned the corner, Grace heard the police sirens. Only, she wasn’t able to see them.
“Is everything going to be all right?” Grace asked, thinking about the club, the men, and the women. They had to be okay, because they had become her friends. Although that was a stupid reason. They should live because Cartright was in the wrong.
“Does that flash drive give you everything you need?” Phoebe asked.
Grace looked behind her at Phoebe. She understood why Reaper was so hesitant to trust this woman. There was a lot riding on this.
“Did you know Cartright enjoyed beating his wife?” Reaper asked.
“Yes, it’s like a secret that everyone knows.” Phoebe threw her hands in the air. “Why is that such a shock to you? Trust me, I didn’t want that man’s dick in my mouth, but I didn’t have a choice. That’s what he does. He corners you like a tiny little animal and terrifies you, and then he strikes.”
Grace had a feeling this woman was telling the truth. She dealt with dozens of women coming into the women’s shelter, and she could usually tell when they were being honest.
“He’s done a number on you, hasn’t he?” Grace asked.
Phoebe stopped ranting and looked toward Grace. “He’s made me hate lawyers, and trust me, I wasn’t too fond of them to begin with.”
“You wanted to be one,” Reaper said.
“Yeah, I wanted to be a good one, and Cartright is supposed to be a good judge, but he is as dirty as they come.” She wrinkled her nose. “Trust me, if I could have gotten out, I would have. Cartright’s evil and the fact people are afraid of him, including myself, pisses me off.” She let out a breath. “You have no idea how thankful I was when you came into that office, Reaper. It was the first time I have ever seen him terrified.” There was a moment of silence and Grace knew what Phoebe meant. Reaper had saved both of them.