Chapter Fifteen
Reaper
Reaper felt like a total prick watching the hurt cross Amber’s face when she entered the dining room. It tore at his heart. But he had no choice. He was ruined. She thought she was broken, but no. Reaper was the broken one. Amber was perfect. He would never be good enough for her though, no matter what he did. His darkness would taint her.
Watching Amber and Sledge walk from the room, Reaper wondered what was going on. If Sledge was smart, and he was, he would tell Amber to stay far away from him. Maybe that’s what his friend was doing.
Standing up, he removed Melony from his lap and threw his untouched food in the trash. He didn’t have a stomach for it anymore. One look at the hurt that flashed in Amber’s eyes was enough to make everything taste sour. And he hated himself even more. Reaper spent the next few minutes mentally berating himself. It was only the sound of her voice that pulled him out of his own head.
Reaper turned to see her walking into the living room wearing tight yoga pants and a matching sports bra. Her tits were wrapped snug in the material. Reaper wanted to yank her into his lap and cover them with his hands, feel her nipples pebble against his palm.
“Hey D, my sister is in need of your services,” Sledge announced, causing Reaper’s head to whip around and his eyes to narrow.
Services? What the fuck did that mean? If any of these fuckers so much as touched a single hair on her head, Reaper knew he would murder them.
“Oh I can definitely service your sister boss!” Diesel smirked.
“Not like that asshole!” Sledge sighed with annoyance, but Amber laughed out loud.
“Drive her over to Lo’s place. Stay with her and bring her back when she is done,” Sledge ordered.
“I’ll take her,” Reaper said from his spot on the couch.
“No, you won’t,” Sledge replied, his tone saying Reaper had lost his mind. And maybe he had. Shit! He just didn’t know anymore.
Reaper watched as Diesel walked over to Amber and held out his hand to her. He wanted to rip that smug smirk off the asshole’s face! Nobody should be touching her. Amber was his girl! Shit! No she wasn’t, he had to remind himself.
Remember asshole, you left her to wake up alone. You allowed Amber to walk in and see a club whore sitting on your lap. You lost the right to call her yours, just like you wanted - remember? Reaper’s head was so messed up. FUBAR’ed! Totally fuckin’ FUBAR’ed!
“Hello Beautiful. My name is Diesel, but most people just call me D, on account that I have a very large...well D.” Diesel told her with a smile that brought most women to their knees. Reaper thought he would be sick.
“Hi D. I’m Amber,” she said, pulling a t-shirt over her head. “And we can discuss more about your large D, on the way. You ready?” she replied back to him with a smile as she took his outstretched hand.
“You know beautiful; I think we are going to be great friends,” Diesel said, linking their fingers as he started walking with her out of the living room.
“Best of friends,” Amber agreed with a smile.
Reaper followed their movements. Shocked. What the hell had just happened?
He was brought back to the present by the sound of Sledge’s deep rumbling laughter. Reaper looked over at his best friend. The man was bent over, holding his stomach, in a full out laugh.
How the fuck was this funny? Reaper was lost.
“Have fun kids!” Sledge hollered to Diesel and Amber as they walked out of the door earning a wave from Amber before the front door closed behind her.
Standing up from the couch, Reaper walked over to Sledge. Pissed the hell off. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You are trusting Diesel with Amber? Have you lost your damn mind, Devin?” Reaper demanded.
“Easy Zander, it’s not your decision,” Sledge said. “My sister is not your business, remember?”
“Sledge, you know as well as I do that Diesel only thinks with his little head,” Reaper reminded, fuming that Sledge would even let Diesel near Amber.
It didn’t matter that Diesel was the club’s Sergeant at Arms. It didn’t matter that logically, Reaper knew Diesel would protect Amber at all costs. All that mattered was another man, a better man, was alone with his woman. Sledge couldn’t think Amber was safe with him, could he? Just then he heard the sound of a bike fire up. Reaper made a move to the door, but a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder, stopping him.
“Reaper, let her go. You made your choice, remember?” Sledge said in a low voice.
Reaper knew Sledge was right. He pushed Amber away this morning. That is what he wanted, right? Reaper knew he would never be good enough for her.
He was the VP and Enforcer of a MC, he killed people for a living. It didn’t matter that his kills were sanctioned by law enforcement. She needed a man that would be home every night. Someone who could open his heart and let her in. Reaper was not that man. Turning to look at Sledge, he lifted his chin.
“I’m going to head out for a while,” he said, “See you later.” He had to get out of there. He felt like the walls were closing in on him.
Walking out of the door, Reaper crossed the driveway quickly and climbed on his bike; heading in the opposite direction of the woman who, after one damn night, drove him completely insane and completely owned him.