Page 5 of Reaper

He smiled at me. It was a genuine smile and not unkind.

“I see my reputation proceeds me. I had to come and see the woman who broke my son’s brain. What’s your name?”

I cackled at his words because they soothed my irritation of being locked up.

“Katiana,” I replied, and he nodded.

“I heard you almost broke Animal’s nose,” he said, turning away and walking out of sight, but he returned holding a wooden stool. He sat down beside my cell.

I sat up and faced him. I raised both hands.

“That was not on me. He tried to take my burger from me.”

His blue eyes widened a fraction before he rubbed his beard like a villain would when thinking up a dastardly plan. My eyes narrowed on him.

“I built this club up from the ground, and Reaper has only increased its size and success. Our club means everything to us in ways you wouldn’t understand, little girl.”

I scowled at him but remained silent.

“Your family started something long ago, and they have never stopped. It ends now,” he said in an icy voice.

I was surprised at how quickly his demeanour changed.

“I have nothing to do with whatever is going on,” I said in a hard tone of voice because I was sick of all these men and their dick-measuring contests.

There had been so many deaths in my lifetime I dreaded to think what took place before my time.

“His blood runs through your veins. Whether you want to be or not, you are part of this, but it's good to know you have enough spirit in you to handle yourself,” he said thoughtfully.

“How long am I going to be here?” I asked, scrutinising his face.

“As long as it takes.”

I frowned.

“As long as what takes?”

“That’s club business.”

I sighed in frustration. This was nothing new. I’m sure my family used this excuse for years to shut me up. I stopped asking questions and eavesdropped when the members were having a piss-up. It's how I learned of the Soul Snatchers MC. All I knew was that Mac had left, taking some members with him to set up his own club. There had been bloodshed for years. It had been brutal, shootings, stabbings and beatings.

“You won’t come to any harm in our club.”

I sneered at his words. My lip curled up in disgust.

“Sure, and I am the Virgin Mary.”

His face hardened momentarily before it turned stoic, and he stood up.

“We aren’t all like Demon,” he said softly before walking away.

Nice chat.

I lay back and pondered on his words, trying to piece together what he had said. I knew my dad was horrible, and Demon was too nice a road name for him. He could have done a number of things to them. I hated everything about Satan’s Spawn. Even their patch looked like a four-year-old had scribbled it on as an afterthought. I thought of the Soul Snatchers patch. It was common to have skulls in designs, but theirs had sparks and fire coming out of it with some ninja knives of fire behind it.

In the end, I gave up. Only time would tell what kind of a club they were.

Chapter 3

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