Broken Angels MC Book 2

REAPER

It’s a surprise to me that she believes I’d turn my back on her because she’s killed people. Doesn’t she know how I earned my road name?

I’ve taken lives too, but only those who deserved it. I can’t believe I never connected the dots and realized she was linked to the Mason Family Mafia. But honestly, it doesn’t matter to me. I fell for her, not her family.

There’s more she’s not telling me. She’s giving me time to digest everything. Even if she was the daughter of the damn president, I’d still love her.

“Do you remember why I got my road name?” I ask.

“Yeah, I remember you telling me about it one night,” she replies softly.

“So why would you think, even for a second, that I’d see you differently because you’ve killed people? Baby, I could never see you differently.

“You had me from the moment you walked into the clubhouse nearly two years ago.

“I knew I loved you a few months later, and I’ve been in love with you ever since. I was just waiting for you to stop fighting it. I don’t care who you were or who you are.

“I fell in love with you, with the woman I’ve gotten to know over the months we’ve spent together.” I brush away a single tear that trickles down her cheek with my thumb.

“After everything that happened with my ex and my sister, I didn’t think I could trust anyone romantically again,” she says. “But somehow, you managed to worm your way into my heart.

“Maybe it was our late-night pillow talks after our sexcapades. Or maybe it was the way I felt safe when you held me at night. I don’t know when it happened, but I do know that you’ve ruined me for other men.”

After she says that, I press my lips to hers in a fierce kiss. I push my tongue past her closed lips and explore every inch of her mouth.

Damn, she tastes so fucking good.

“You’ve ruined me too, baby girl,” I say after I pull away reluctantly. “Now, let’s get to that birthday party before the twins send out a search party.”

She nods and chuckles, taking my outstretched hand. “You’re right. They’d definitely throw a fit if their favorite uncle isn’t there for their party.”

I love the sensation I get when any part of her body touches mine. It’s like touching a live wire, and I can never get enough of it.

I open the door and let her go out first, following right behind her. This way, I get to be chivalrous and also get to watch her fine ass sway as she walks.

The downside is the raging hard-on I now have. I adjust myself in my jeans with my free hand, not even trying to hide it.

The knowing look in her eyes and the way they darken around the edges makes me want to take her back to my room and forget about the party altogether.

“What can I say? I love your ass. Why don’t you come over here and take care of this ‘situation’ with that smart mouth of yours?” I shrug as she laughs and shakes her head.

We make it down the stairs and into the main area where the party is being held.

She reaches up to kiss my cheek, but I move at the right moment and capture her lips in a heated, possessive kiss, right in front of everyone. “So beautiful.”

“I’m going to see if Ali needs help with anything. You go somewhere else with your cheesiness.” She giggles. I peck her cheek and walk over to Westyn and Axyl at the bar.

“About damn time. I was tired of hearing Ali talk about how you two were being ridiculous,” Axyl says. I punch him in the shoulder before taking the beer he offers me.

“She finally stopped fighting it. She told me some stuff about her life, and we talked it out.” Damn… I sound like I’ve gone soft. Screw it.

“Every damn day! I had to listen to Ali come home complaining about how she told Hannah not to mess with you if she wasn’t looking for something serious, and she didn’t listen.

“I had to listen to her gripe about how you looked like a lost puppy, and even though she loves Hannah, she was getting irritated that she messed with your head.

“You’re her best friend and your relationship comes before any other one she has,” Axyl says, and Westyn agrees. “Even ours. That woman is loyal to you no matter what.”

“Last time after a fight, she called her when you two were in the middle of fucking. She dropped you quicker than a hot potato because her best friend needed her,” Westyn adds.

I remember that night. It was about a year ago now. Hannah and I had just finished fucking, and I couldn’t hold back my feelings for her any longer. So, I asked her if she ever saw us getting together other than the occasional fuck.

She jumped out of bed like it was on fire and dressed faster than I’ve ever seen. She argued that we knew what this was from the beginning, and it escalated from there.

I tried to stay away from her from that point on, but it didn’t work out well. Clearly.

“Screw you, Westyn. You’re a jerk for reminding me. I was so close to cumming. We were trying a new position. Ali’s become quite flexible since she started doing yoga classes after the twins were born.

“Damn. Ali had to stop when she started to show with Brantley. I can’t wait for him to get here already.” Axyl has a dreamy look in his eyes.

By the way he’s fidgeting, I’m guessing his jeans are getting tight, but I can also see the excitement of his son being here soon in his face as well. It’s overpowering his sexual urges.

“Damn, that yoga’s really paying off now that she’s pregnant. My wife can’t get enough, and I’m loving every minute of it.”

“Man, that’s my sister you’re talking about! I don’t need to know how bendy she is!” Westyn protests.

“You started it, jerk! Get over it. It’s not like you haven’t walked in on us before,” Axyl shoots back.

They’ve been caught in the act more times than I can count. I secretly think they get a kick out of the risk.

“You were in my office! You have your own, you could’ve used that one,” Westyn grumbles, his face twisted in a scowl.

I’m doubled over, laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my face.

“Pipe down, Reaper. You’ve walked in on them before too.”

Like I said, they secretly enjoy getting caught.

“We wouldn’t have been in your office if you hadn’t put those damn snakes in our bed. It took me months to get her to sleep in the bed again!” Axyl fires back.

Westyn and Ali have been playing pranks on each other for as long as I can remember.

“I’m pretty sure that’s how we ended up with Brantley. See! We gave you something to bond with your nephew over. He was conceived in your office. You’re going to be his favorite uncle instead of Reaper here.”

I’ve finally stopped laughing enough to respond to Westyn’s comment about me walking in on Ali and Axyl.

“I may have walked in on them a few times, but I’ve seen it all before,” I say. “She’s my best friend. It’s not the first time that I’ve seen her naked. It was never anything more than platonic.”

“This is true. I’ve even threatened to beat the crap out of him when he walks in the room while she’s changing or anything like that.

“We were even in the middle of sex, and he just barged in, sat on the end of the bed, and started having a conversation with her! She paused long enough to turn around to face him,” Axyl adds.

“What can I say? We’re super close.” She’s walked in when women were going down on me or riding me, and we’ve just had a conversation about whatever was going on.

The women weren’t too thrilled about it, but they were club bunnies, so I didn’t really care.

“I’ll say. It doesn’t seem to bother either of them when they walk in on each other. They just keep doing what they’re doing.

“I tried to stop Ali before she turned around as I was cursing up a storm and yelling for this jerk to get out.

“They ignored me. I just got used to it as it went on. Not like he could see anything.

“Hell, it’s not like we haven’t had sex while being in the same room before, but that wasn’t my ol’ lady. You try stopping your super horny pregnant sister from getting what she wants.”

Westyn shakes his head and scrunches his face in disgust. I get it, it’s his sister, but he should be used to it by now.

“Food’s ready!” Ali calls from the kitchen where her dad is. We all head into the dining room where the women have set up the food. We all sit at the table and wait for Robert to say grace.

Every meal we have as a family, we say grace. If we try to eat before, we get smacked. No one likes to get slapped by the moms, so we just wait patiently.

When I was younger, I didn’t understand why we did it, but as I got older, I understood. This time is something we hold dear to us.

It’s not often that we can get together like this. We’re all busy with our own lives and have our own things to do.

Being able to get together for a big family dinner is the best feeling in the world. You get to reconnect with those who mean everything to you.