Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ivy
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and press my foot on the gas.
I need to put as much distance as I possibly can between what I just saw and myself.
I know in the back of my mind I’m being irrational, that I should go back, rip that bitches hair right out of her head, and demand to know what was going on.
Unfortunately, the insecure side of me wins, and I ran when Reaper didn’t immediately shove Claws away from him.
Instead he allowed her the chance to wrap herself around him and kiss the very same lips that were on my own this morning before he left the house.
In the last week, everything has seemed to change between the two of us.
I mean, yeah, Reaper is still an asshole, but it isn’t directed at me.
Nope, it’s directed at others. On Monday, I needed to go to the grocery store, and Reaper met me there.
Only before he did, a guy was trying to hit on me right there in the middle of the store.
Reaper ended up making the guy look like he was going to shit his pants out of fear when he showed up.
I found it funny, especially when he turned his glare on me and demanded to know what the fuck I was doing talking to the guy in the first place.
This turned into an argument where he ended it by slamming his mouth down on mine, kissing the hell out of me right there in the middle of the soup aisle.
After that, he demanded to know where Ghost was.
Ghost just so happened to have needed to come to the grocery store along with me so he could get some ‘shit’ for the clubhouse.
I know this to be a ploy. I know it, because the entire weekend, Reaper didn’t let me out of his sight.
Then come Monday morning, Reaper followed me to work after I put my foot down to tell him we needed food in the house for the week.
At the mention of the ‘we,’ Reaper’s eyes lit up, making his frustrated glare worth it.
Through the rest of the week, Reaper took me to work and stuck around most of the time unless he was needed at the clubhouse.
Only then did he leave to go handle business.
I enjoyed the view of seeing him work on the cars.
The sight of him bent at the waist reaching underneath the hood of a client’s car nearly had me wanting to beg him to let it be me he was working on.
Okay, so my head has been a bit filled with all sorts of thoughts involving Reaper fucking me. He has me addicted to his body and the way he makes me feel. Who knew nearly a month ago, I would have a one-night stand and end up falling for that man?
Swiping the still falling tears, I shake my head. This evening was supposed to be about fun. Reaper had church and was going to text me afterward for me to come on over to the clubhouse for the usual weekend party.
I’d spent the day with my girls riding four-wheelers and goofing off.
Mainly we were annoying the hell out of the prospect who was ‘hanging out’ with us, more like babysitting.
I know my man. I’ve learned in the past week; he doesn’t leave me alone.
I get with him being the President of a motorcycle club that isn’t a hundred percent legit, that it can be dangerous.
I’m not stupid and told Reaper this. He didn’t confirm or deny it either, so that was all the answer I needed.
I honestly didn’t care what he did, because he’s not a bad guy.
In fact, he can be extremely sweet when he wants to be.
As for his possessive side. I like to think of him as being protective.
He likes for me to be close, and I can understand why. He’s lost nearly all of his family.
The only family Reaper has left is his brother Angel, his niece Bethany who’s Tombstone’s daughter.
His other niece, Ember, moved away for college and is now dating a member of another motorcycle club that is allied with Satan’s Keepers.
So I get his reasons and don’t mind it. I lost the only people in this world who meant everything to me—my grandma and dad.
I could care less if my uncle was rotting in a ditch somewhere if it meant him leaving me alone.
Damnit.
Why did I have to be so stupid and fall for Reaper? I slam my fist on the steering wheel, my mind going to earlier when Sutton, Everleigh, and Juniper had told me I should surprise Reaper at the clubhouse.
“Come on, babe, you know you want to. I mean shit, put on those sexy ass ripped jeans and that teddy we bought you, and go get him. I bet you he’ll be throwing you over his shoulder and carting you off somewhere to fuck you,” Juniper giggles.
“Oh, you know he’s gonna love the fact the teddy’s got a snap at the crotch. Easy access.” Everleigh grins, wiggling her brows up and down like this is not my sex life we’re talking about.
“Seriously. I can’t wear that to the clubhouse.
It’s too revealing.” I think of the little teddy my friends had bought me.
It’s really cute. It looks like a black tank top with a V cut right between my tits.
I could wear it for Reaper, but could I wear it in front of the others?
I don’t want to seem like one of the P however, according to Angel he says none of those bitches will get that title, ‘No brother wants to make an ol’ lady out of a bitch that allows all his brothers to fuck her holes anytime they want. ’
“Really, you should wear it, babe, it would be hot shit, and he’ll love it,” Sutton says cocking her head to the side. “You should also wear your hair down, natural waves of course with your make-up smoky like. In fact, go shower. I’ll do your make-up myself.”
I do as she says, putting on the teddy with my ripped jeans.
Everleigh puts product in my hair, so my hair will dry naturally, but it won’t frizz.
Juniper sat next to me and talked my ear off about the guy she’s been seeing.
I’m surprised by this because she swore off men after her last boyfriend had cheated on her with his stepsister.
By the time Sutton finishes my make-up, I’m nervous and excited at the same time.
My friends leave the house at the same time I do.
I climb into my Jeep, slide my sunglasses in place over my eyes and pull out of my driveway.
It doesn’t take me, but a few minutes to get to the clubhouse, which is good because I can’t talk myself out of going through with my plan to surprise Reaper.
I didn’t know how long he would be in church, so I figure I could sit at the bar and have a beer while I wait.
Parking, I get out, ignoring the prospect, and walk straight into the clubhouse.
I barely make it into the clubhouse when I’m met with the sight of Claws jumping into Reaper’s arms. I don’t meet any of the guys’ eyes and turn on my heel, rush to my Jeep, and climb in.
I pull out of the lot heading in the opposite direction of home.
I’m sure the guys will tell Reaper, and he’ll come after me. I can’t face him right now.
I’m so foolish. It was a stupid plan to begin with. I should have known I wouldn’t have been enough for Reaper. My heart doesn’t want to believe it, though. I want to be enough for him. The way he makes me feel is beautiful, and now it’s tainted.
I should go back and beat the bitch. Why can’t I do that? I’m not a crier. I hate crying.
I slow down as I make it to the curvier part of the road, not wanting to wreck when I notice a tractor-trailer coming up on my ass, not slowing.
Oh, God.
He’s going to hit me. There’s no way he’s not going to.
I brace for the impact. My hands tighten on the steering wheel, and the motion of my Jeep surges forward when it happens right in the curve.
My Jeep flips into the ditch, and I feel myself roll multiple times.
I don’t know how long. Time seems to stand still, and it’s like my life is flashing before my eyes.
I can hear my own screams in my head, the terror in my voice that I’ll never see Reaper again.
That I’ll never get to build a family with him.
At that moment, I know he means the world to me, and I need to fight for what’s mine. That is if I survive.
Everything goes still, and I’m hurting everywhere. I’m hanging upside down, and the blood is rushing to my head.
“Help,” I whimper, pain radiating throughout my body.
I can’t hear anything else over the rushing of blood to my ears.
I need to get out of here.
A shadow crouches down next to me, and I gasp in fear at the gun being pointed at my face and the man holding it.
“Told you bitch, you need to give me what’s mine or you’ll pay.
You’re gonna pay. With you out of the way, I’ll get it all.
Didn’t want it to come to this, but now that you’ve become a whore, your value went down.
I have no choice but to kill you,” Uncle Richard snarls, brushing the tip of the gun against my cheek.
So this is how I’ll die.
By my uncle’s hand.
My uncle jerks back and curses before pulling back. “You’re a lucky bitch if you survive this accident. If you do, I’ll know, and I’ll come after you again,” he snarls before slamming the pistol into the side of my already hurting head.
Everything goes fuzzy, my vision blurs even more, and darkness finally takes hold. I welcome it, wanting the pain to come to an end.