Page 25 of Reaper's Rage

“Did they say who these witnesses were?” Dante asks.

I shake my head. “No, they just said that each one was a respected member of the community.” I say, using air quotes. “I demanded they tell me their names, but the cops seemed reluctant to share the information.”

“That’s ok. We’ll get their names.” Dante assures me. “Anything else?”

I shift on Reaper’s lap, causing him to tense up. I don’t know if it’s because I’m rubbing against his cock or because he senses he won’t like my next statement.

“They told me I was making a mistake getting myself mixed up with you guys and tying myself to Reaper.” I admit, and the memory riles me up again.

“Because I’m black.” Reaper states in a dead tone.

“Black and a biker.” My mom confirms. “But my girl showed them the errors of their ways.” She says, giving us both a smile.

Reaper looks down into my face. “Oh, yeah, what did you say?”

“I informed them of their stupidity. How I’d rather be with a sexy, badass biker who has honor and integrity than a loser who needs to insult and teardown others just to make themselves feel like men.”

Everyone but Reaper laugh so I turn and study him. He gives me a sad smile that makes me want to punch him and then kiss him to make it better. I’m so tired of him feeling like he’s not good enough for me. When I’m not sure I’m good enough for him.

“But that’s not the only thing she said.” My mom says and I feel the blush forming because I remember my words. “She told them she’d much rather be with a real man with a rock hard body than a bunch of flabby boys who eat too many donuts and sit on their asses all day.”

“Oh, jeez.” Flame whines as Reaper barks out a laugh.

Hearing his laugh makes me smile and fills me with joy. I look up in time to receive a hard kiss from my man.

“What are we going to do about whoever’s targeting my daughter and you guys?” My mom asks Dante. “And I know you can’t tell me everything. I understand the concept of club business. But this is my family we’re talking about.”

Dante grins. “I can tell you we’re using all of our resources to identify who is behind the attacks on our club and who reported the fake kidnapping. The same someone is behind both.”

“How do we keep Ashlyn safe?” My mom presses.

“I want to take her to Las Vegas tomorrow.” Reaper says, squeezing me. “My uncle is the President of the Demon Dawgs there. His clubhouse is a fortress.”

“Getting me out of town and out of his reach is a good idea.” I admit, sitting up in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas after I turned twenty-one. Maybe we can go gambling, then have dinner at one of the casinos.” I suggest.

He pushes my hair away from my face and gives me his sexy grin. “I think we can manage it.” He promises me. “So, you’re ok with leaving town on short notice?”

I nod.

“What will stop the man from attacking you both once you leave here?” My mom asks with concern.

“They won’t be traveling alone.” Dante assures her. “A few of us were already making the trip to Vegas. Reaper and Ashlyn are just joining us. She’ll have plenty of protection.”

“Will everyone here be safe?” I ask, glancing at my mom.

“Most of the club will remain behind.” Grimm says. “I’m staying here and the Nomads are coming to town to help.”

I’m half listening to Dante and half thinking about our upcoming trip. When I packed, it was for a stay at the club. I don’t have clothes for a romantic night out. I must lose the gist of the conversation because I’m aware everyone is staring at me and I don’t know why.

“What?” I ask and Reaper laughs while Dante rolls his eyes.

“Where did you go?” Reaper asks me.

“I have nothing to wear in Vegas.” I tell him, honestly.

He frowns. “It’s hotter there, but what you have on will work.” He tells me.

I shake my head. “No, I have nothing to wear when we go out to dinner.”