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“Hey, Chad.” I smiled like a Cheshire cat. A heavy weight at the top of my chair had me tipping back. I didn’t need to look to know Reaper had made his grand appearance and placed his hand on my chair.
Chad sputtered, his mouth opening and closing. His eyes darted to the door.
Adrienne was there, leaning against it, waving at him. Like someone set off a timer, Izzy, Jessen, Tyler, and Chris appeared out of the dark corners of the room.
A dark stain appeared at the crotch of Chad’s pants and spreads.
A disgusted noise came from Adrienne.
“Nice place you got here,” Chris said, taking a step further into the room.
“No neighbors.” Izzy shifted on the other end of the room.
Jessen nodded. “Quiet street.”
“A lot of room to play too.” Tyler walked over and stood by Reaper.
I got out of the chair and walked until I was only a few feet away from Chad. Raising my gun, I shot him in the stomach and chest. The same places he’d shot Reaper.
Reaper walked up to Chad, who was crumpled on the floor, rolling in pain. Hands on his hips, he sighed and turned to me. “You shot him before I could have my fun.” I shrugged and Reaper kicked Chad on his uninjured side, rolling him over onto his back. He leaned down, shoving a finger into the wounds, making Chad scream more. Reaper laughed as he pulled his finger out, went to the kitchen sink, and washed his hands. “I thought this would be more fun, but I can’t stand the fucking screaming.”
I headed to the door, where Reaper stood waiting for me. “Enjoy, ladies.”
After handing my gun to Adrienne, the begging from Chad for us to “please have mercy” carried me out of the building, holding Reaper’s hand. There’d be no mercy for him, and I couldn’t wait to tell Kate Pearson that she never had to look over her shoulder again.
I climbed onto Reaper’s bike and gave him a soft, pleased smile.
His hand slid up my thigh, squeezing it. “Ready for the ride?”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing my chest flush to his back.
“Show me what you got,” I said, taunting him. He revved his bike in that loud, obnoxious way all bikers did when they wanted attention.
My laugh was big and loud, and I gripped Reaper’s waist as he shot down the street, weaving through traffic, making our way home.
Epilogue: Peyton
I droveup my driveway and slid into my spot in the garage. My spot, because my car was no longer the only vehicle in there.
Reaper’s bike was in its spot. Like it had been since he moved in three months ago. Three months of waking up and falling asleep with the man of my dreams.
My first crush. My first kiss. The butterflies hadn’t gone away yet. I hoped they never did.
I walked up to the house and slipped in through the side door. Music played low, the dining room table was set for dinner, and Reaper was at the stove cooking. I kept quiet, observing him. Loving that it was something I could do.
Reaper turned the stove off and looked up, smiling at me. We stood there, staring at each other. He was the first to break the trance, walking over and kissing me and whispering, “Welcome home” against my lips.
Warmth and happiness filled me until I thought I might burst. This was my life, my home, with the man I loved.
He nudged me to the table, moving around to get me wine and put the food on the table. At least once a week, he cooked a two-course meal and grabbed dessert on the way home. He took care of me, in all the same ways that mattered. Made sure I ate, because he knew I sometimes got too involved in work and forgot. Helped me shut my brain off and relax. He didn’t make a fuss when I had to leave when Betty called.
Once he had everything exactly where he wanted it on the table, he moved to his chair and stopped. Wringing his hands together, he stared at my chair, then back at me.
I looked down and forgot how to breathe. On the chair was a cut. A Redemption cut. The same as the one Aunt Jeannie and Scarlette and so many other women had.
Reaper pulled it off the chair, holding it out while he kneeled in front of me.
“I got this made five years ago. It was always going to be you, no matter how long it took for us to get there.” He held it up so I could see it better. It read “Reaper’s Old Lady” in the name place on the front and “Property of Reaper” on the back with the Redemption logo in the center. “I’d be honored if you wore this when you came to the club, or whenever you want.”
