Reaper's Rival: Satan's Sons MC Romance Series Book 2

by Simone Elise

  I leaned my forehead against him and in this moment, I felt so close to him. It was like we were in our own bubble and here I was safe, loved, and protected.

  “Don’t go,” I pleaded for the last time. My voice was just above a whisper and my lips hovered close to his.

  “I have to.” His breath swirled across my face, so hot and minty, and it made me cling to him tighter. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “Promise me you will be safe. Ride safe. Fight safe.” I knew my Reaper, and I knew trouble seemed to find him, though he would think the same about me.

  “I promise.” He gently pushed me up against a wall in the foyer. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  “I can’t protect you when you’re interstate.”

  “And I’m the one who needs protecting?” He arched both eyebrows at me, amused.

  “Yes.” I quickly pushed my lips against his and just before I was about to pull back, his fingers ran through the back of my hair, keeping my head in place. His tongue pushed forward and I moaned, letting him in and like always, he deepened the kiss, controlling it.

  I was breathless when he pulled out. Panting, I leaned my forehead against his.

  “As always, you leave me breathless, Kade.”

  “If only you knew what you did to me, Miss Harrison.” He tugged with his thumb at my bottom lip, pulling it free from me biting it.

  “Love you, Reaper.”

  “Yeah babe, I love you too.” He kissed me on the cheek, and I slid down his body till my feet hit the ground.

  “Ride safe and look after your boys.” I let go of him and crossed my arms, watching him shrug his leather vest on. My eyes hovered over the logo. It brought so much for danger and threats in our life.

  “Will do. You put some miles on that car of yours.”

  I faked a large smile and nodded my head. “Of course.”

  I watched him pick up his duffel bag and pull out his motorbike keys.

  “I’ll call you when we stop.” He paused with his hand on the doorknob, looking at me. “I really hate leaving you alone.”

  I sighed and found myself saying the same thing I had said before. “I’ll be fine. I’m tougher than I look.” I smirked at him and put my hand over his on the doorknob and twisted it. “Now get going before I lock you in here and not let you leave.”

  His eyes searched mine for a few seconds till he finally sighed. “Yeah, righto.”

  I watched him walk down the small path and then onto the driveway and mount his bike. He shrugged his duffel bag over his shoulder and gave me one final wave before kicking back his kickstand and starting his bike up.

  I watched him disappear down the road till he went around the corner.

  It was official. I was by myself.

  Chapter 35

  Abby

  Do you every experience when all the days sort of melt together and it really feels like just one long day? Well, that wasn’t happening to me. Each day dragged on, and I could only shop so much. Still, I hadn’t given up on the challenge of burning a hole in his bank account; well, our bank account.

  I was shutting the front door balancing bags when I saw the flashing messages on our home phone recorder. I hit play. ‘Hi, you’ve reached Reaper and Abby, leave a message after the beep.’ “Abby, it's Kim. I’m organizing Dad’s birthday next month and need to know if the charter is coming up for the catering order. Can you get back to me? Or I might try your cell.” “Hey Abby, it's Kim again, seeing as you’re not answering your cell, I thought I’d call back and say no rush on telling me. Blue just reminded me the guys are on their way to Kelly. You must be bored shitless. Bye.”

  I could hear her laughter in the second message. She might find it amusing, but I sure as hell didn’t. I was never the shopper like Kim. Maybe I should convince her to come up?

  I was still thinking about how to drag her up here to entertain me when my cell rang. Great, no hands. I dumped the bags on the kitchen table and answered it on the last ring.

  “Hello?”

  “Abby, you sound out of breath.”

  Reaper. Even if I had missed it, he would have just kept calling till I answered.

  “Um yeah, I just got in and had my hands full with bags. You know I’m really burning that hole in your bank account.”

  “Our bank account. What are you doing now?” He sounded distant; I wondered if something had happened.

  “Standing in the kitchen. You?” I played with a strap of the bags, thinking about him, what he was doing right now. He had only left this morning. I shouldn’t be missing him like this.

  He was silent for a minute. “Lying on a motel bed, wishing you were with me.”

  And again he says he isn’t romantic. “How did the boys go after you showed up?”

  “They got in line and haven’t dared do anything to piss me off.”

  “Why do I have the feeling you were hard on them?”

  “Well, them being childish has cost me nearly two weeks without you and leaving you unprotected. They’re lucky fists weren’t involved.”

  He sounded more like Reaper than Kade now. How to bring my Kade back out?

  “Hey, I’ve got something to show you.” I opened up one of the bags and grabbed what I was looking for in the first bag. What were the chances?

  “Have you locked the front door?”

  What a stupid question, of course I’ve locked the front door. I glanced over my shoulder to check while I was halfway up the stairs, and what do you know, I hadn’t locked the front door.

  “Um, yep,” I lied and quickly ran down the stairs and locked it.

  “It wasn’t locked, was it?”

  “Does it really matter? I’ll have you know I haven’t even shut the curtains yet.”

  “Well, stop what you’re doing and turn around and go shut them.”

  I huffed. “Fine, but you will really regret this once I show you my surprise.”

  So doing as the King had ordered, I began to shut the curtains. “So wanna tell me what has you all tight-lipped and grumpy?” I asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Reaper.”

  “Nothing’s wrong.”

  “Right, because you always sound this happy.”

  “What do you expect Abby, I’m riding for hours on a job I shouldn’t even be on.”

  “So it’s the ride to Kelly that has you grumpy, nothing else?”

  “Yeah look, I’ve got to go.”

  “What, why?”

  “There’s some paperwork on my bedside table. Can you take that into the clubhouse and put it in my office? I’ve got a guy picking them up.”

  “Ok. But I still don’t know why you have to go.”

  “Night, Abby.” He was short and abrupt.

  “Ok, night.”

  He hung up straight away.

  What the hell was that about? I pulled the last curtain closed and then I slid my phone in my jeans pocket. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him what was wrong after all.

  ***

  The clubhouse was dead as I pulled in. Usually, there is the roar of motorbikes and the garage doors are open, with cars and bikes being worked on.

  Instead, there were a couple of cars parked near mine, and that was it.

  I pushed open the clubhouse door and headed for Reaper’s office with the paperwork in hand.

  I was nearly at the door too when a pair of clicking heels stormed at me, nearly sending me on my face.

  “You can’t go in there,” a blonde with a pair of large boobs flapped at me.

  “Um yes, I can.”

  “No, you CAN’T”

  I huffed. “And who are you?”

  “I’m Reaper’s girl, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want some nobody going through his stuff.”

  The bitch just said what? I was about to throw down her dreams when Alexis appeared, standing next to her.

  “Sorry, Abby. Brittany is confused. You go ahead and do whatever it was you were doing.” Alex
is tugged a shocked Brittany away.

  I wanted to throw something. Not just at Brittany but at a tall, tattooed biker soon to be my husband as well. I opened up his study door and dumped the folder on the desk. If I were him, I wouldn’t bother calling tonight because I wasn’t in the mood to be friendly.

  ***

  My phone had been ringing for an hour on and off. Even the house phone had missed calls. Still, I was standing firm by not picking up. Reaper had put me in a foul mood all day, and half of me just wanted to shout at him.

  I was lying on the couch when the answering machine beeped again. Great, another hang up message. Well, that was what I was expecting. “Abby, answer the fucking phone before I send the police around. I know you’re home, the tracker on your phone and car are saying you are. So answer my next call.”

  I sat bolt upright. He had trackers on my stuff! Well, there goes my excuse of saying I was out and left the phone at home.

  My mobile started ringing.

  Guess I had no choice.

  “What?” I barked down the phone.

  “Finally you fucking answer. Want to tell me why you weren’t? What the fuck is with the attitude.”

  “Does the word Brittany mean anything to you? Cause you sure as fuck mean something to her.”

  He went quiet.

  I was staring at my engagement ring, waiting for him to explain himself.

  “That was at a time when you and I weren’t good. You have to believe me, Abby, when I say she was a band-aid to our problem.”

  “So while I was grieving our son, you were fucking your way through the grief?”

  “Abby.”

  “No, that’s fine. Really, we all deal with our problems differently.”

  “Abby.”

  “Well, we have spoken now. You know I’m alive, so I’m going to go.”

  “ABBY!”

  “WHAT!”

  “She was nothing. You know that. If she really meant something to me, would you be wearing that ring on your finger?”

  It was my turn to go quiet.

  “So there was Kaylee and Brittany. Anyone else I should avoid?”

  “No, darling, and not one of them are you. All that matters is you and me.”

  I went quiet again.

  “You hearing me, Abby? It’s your love that keeps me going. Don’t ever doubt that. Don’t doubt us.”

  I was quiet for a few minutes and just listened to him breathing. How was that calming to me? I guess he was right. I shouldn’t let others doubt us.

  “How’s the ride?” I asked, changing the subject.

  “Long. How’s home?”

  “Quiet.”

  “I promise you as soon as I can get back, I will be on the road.”

  “I know.”

  “Didn’t you have something you wanted to show me?”

  My mind clicked over and then I remembered. “Oh yeah, I do.”

  I walked up the staircase and then put the phone on loudspeaker and opened my top drawer.

  “The clubhouse was dead without you guys.” I started a conversation up. I picked up the phone and took a quick selfie in the long mirror and sent it to him, attached with the words ‘some of my purchases.’

  “Hold on a minute, I just got a message.”

  “Yeah, it's from me.”

  He groaned on the phone. “That’s cruel, sending images like that to me.”

  “I just thought you would have as just as much fun taking it off me as I did buying it.” I laughed and fell back on the bed.

  “Fucking hell, if I was there right now, you wouldn’t be in it. It would be on the floor.”

  “And I’d be where?”

  There was a noise downstairs so I didn’t hear his response. “Hold on a sec, there was a noise downstairs.”

  I walked to the top of the stairs, and my eyes doubled when I saw the front door wide open.

  Then I saw a shadow on the wall.

  “Reaper, someone's in the house!?” I whispered in a panic into the phone.

  I went straight to the bathroom. It was the only room with a lock.

  “What! What do you mean there is someone in the house?”

  “The front door is open, and I saw a shadow move across the wall, and now I hear voices.”

  “Where are you?”

  “In the bathroom. Reaper, I just heard the stairs.”

  I was shaking and up against the bathroom door, panicking. Reaper couldn’t help me. Dad couldn’t help me. Right now I was helpless. I didn’t even have my gun!

  “Abby, listen to me carefully.”

  I went silent, though my breathing was still fast. Then I felt the handle behind me shake.

  “Reaper, the handle just moved.” I turned sharply and backed away from it.

  “Abby, listen to me. Grab something you can swing.”

  I got a vase and emptied the flowers out.

  “Ok, I got a vase.”

  “Ok, now they’re going to come in.”

  “WHAT? No. Reaper, do something.” I watched the handle move again.

  “Babe, just swing the vase and run for the stairs. You can do this.”

  “I need you.”

  “As much as it pains me to say this, hun, there is nothing I can do. You’re on your own.”

  I gulped. “Ok,” I muttered. I was on my own. Me and this vase.

  “You ready?”

  “Yep.”

  The door handle stopped wiggling. I took a deep breath and then gripped the vase tighter. The very next second, the door broke open, and I swung the vase at his head and then ran for my life.

  Chapter 36

  Abby

  If I knew then what I knew now, I would have hit him harder. If it wasn’t bad enough, I had twisted my ankle rushing down the stairs. Now I was sitting here with a dressing gown on and ice on my ankle, and I was still not ready to talk.

  “Miss Harrison, if you could just assist us in our questions, then we could leave quicker.”

  “Sorry Officer, I didn’t catch your name.” My words were bitter. “All I got was you invading my house in the middle of the night, bashing down one of my doors and not announcing who you are.”

  “It’s Senior Sergeant Jeffery, and as I was saying, we just want to know the whereabouts of Kade Wilson.” He was professional and calm about it while I wanted to strangle him.

  “Well, if you let me answer my phone, you can have the pleasure of talking to him.”

  “Fine, hand her the phone,” he ordered, and another officer handed it to me.

  It hadn’t stopped ringing since I hung up by accident when I was falling down the stairs.

  I answered it on the second ring. “Kade, I’m fine. It was the police, and they want to talk to you?”

  “They broke into our house. They busted down a door. They made you fall. And now the fuck they want to talk to me?”

  “How did you know I fell?”

  “Heard it. Abby, you ok?”

  “Twisted ankle.”

  “Fine, put them on.”

  I handed the phone out to Senior Sergeant Jeffery. “Really would hate to be you right now,” I smirked with satisfaction because Reaper wasn’t in the mood for holding back.

  ***

  It was early morning before the police left, and they left with the shits because they didn’t believe Reaper was on his way to Kelly. Why would he hide from them in the first place? It’s not like they had anything on him that we knew of.

  I slept on the couch because I couldn’t limp upstairs. This morning, my ankle was much better and could take the weight, so I was still limping but able to move. I was making coffee when my phone rang.

  “Morning, Kade.”

  He huffed. “Some morning I’ve had. No fucking sleep and on the road at six. Just filling up with fuel now. How’s the foot?”

  “Fine, I’m limping away.”

  “Fucking bastards.”

  “I think they got your impression very clearly.” I still remembered t
he sergeant’s face when Reaper got hold of him on the phone. “I don’t know what you said, but you left him in a foul mood.”

  “He didn’t say any more crap to you, did he?” I could hear the Reaper itching at the seams, ready to attack.

  “Just empty threats. When will you be in Kelly?” I blew on my coffee while changing the subject.

  “This afternoon.”

  “Good. The sooner you rest up, the sooner you’re on the road back to me.”

  “Yeah, and I’ve got to deal with the police when I get back.” He said it in a way that he wasn’t going to be doing them any favors.

  “Kade, we don’t need them on our back,” I warned.

  “I know,” he sighed. “Look, I’ve got to go. Bike’s full and I’ve got to pay and get the boys back on the road.”

  “Ok, love you.”

  “Yeah you too.”

  I pulled the phone from my ear and hung up. Damn, I forgot to ask him about Dad’s thing. I guess he will call tonight and I’ll ask then.

  ***

  I had a cigarette in one hand and the pregnancy test in the other. Two lines. I sighed and sat it down next to the other four. I guess I had to face it. I was pregnant again. So soon after Matthew. What was I to do? Reaper was coming back today, and I can’t even imagine what he will think. I picked up the tests and threw them in the bathroom bin.

  It didn’t matter what he thought. I wasn’t ready to face it. I couldn’t face going through it again. The only solution was to get it taken care of. As soon as I could, I’ll book an appointment.

  I wasn’t having this baby, and I wasn’t going to tell Reaper about it. It was a problem, and now I solved it.

  ***

  I leaned against my car, watching the bikes pull in. My eyes were on Reaper as he led the pack in. The lot was packed with family friends, everyone just happy to see their men back.

  I waited till Reaper was parked and off his bike before I walked across to him.

  “Thought you weren’t going to come for a minute.” He smirked at me while taking his helmet off.

  “Just taking my time.” I took the hand he extended to me, and I was quickly pulled into a tight hug. He kissed the top of my head, and I pulled away slightly to look up at him.

  “I missed you, Kade.”

  He ran this knuckles down my cheek softly. “I missed you too.”