Page 31 of Reaper's Rage

“No, it’s still functioning. They can’t follow us because we’ve disabled their vehicle.”

“But what if they send someone else?” I press.

Reaper puts his arm around me and hugs me close to his body. I feel calmer, because whenever I’m in his arms, I feel safe. But it’s his words that put my worry to rest.

“Relax, babe. I wasn’t planning on carrying it all the way into Vegas. I’ll either drop it on the side of the road or stick it on another vehicle.” Reaper assures me.

I nod and let out a long breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“Baby, if you need to freak out, just come find me. I’ll calm you down.” Reaper says, kissing my temple.

“Jeez, really? You two aren’t alone, you know?” Ghost grumbles.

“I didn’t mean it that way, pervert.” Reaper says flipping him off as Laser slides in next to Ghost.

“Who’s a pervert?” Laser asks.

“Him.” Both Ghost and Reaper reply together, making me giggle.

Dante waits until we all place our orders before he gets Laser’s attention.

“What did you see when you passed them?” Dante asks.

“Two very pissed off assholes.” Laser says with a smirk. “I think they knew we did something because they glared at me as I drove past. Although that could have been the one-finger salute I gave them.”

The guys laugh and I notice a few of the other customers casting wary glances at them. The sight of seven massive men in leather and tats draws attention. What I see are seven amazing men who would risk their lives to protect their family. After a while, most of the other customers turn their focus back onto their food. However, one woman continues glaring at us and at me in particular. The man next to her shoots us annoyed looks as he peruses the menu. The couple they’re with has their backs to us. I glare at the woman until she looks away.

After we order, I nudge Reaper so I can get out and use the restroom. I see the two women from the table near ours ahead of me, making the turn down the hall to the restrooms. I pause, debating on returning to my seat and waiting them out when the man grabs the server by her wrist before smacking her ass.

“Thanks, darling. You sure are pretty…” He says as I walk by. I glare at him, but he doesn’t pay me any attention.

In the restroom, I find an empty stall and do my business. As I wash my hands, I spot the two women behind me.

“Does your mother know you’re dating a black man?” She asks. “Maybe you should find yourself a nice white boy instead.”

I glance at her friend to see her looking anywhere but at me. Returning my attention to the rude bitch, I spout off without thinking it through. “You mean like that piece of white filth you’re with? My man is smart, sexy and kind. He’d also never hit on a server behind my back like your man just did. Maybe you should take a good hard look at your own life before you start bad-mouthing others.”

I push past her and return to my table. Reaper stands just as the bitch comes storming out of the bathroom. I expect her to berate her husband, but she slaps the server and yells at her. “You bitch. You stay away from husband!” Her friend doesn’t return to her seat, instead she moves to the door and beacons her male companion.

The server backs away, cowering as she covers her face with her hand. I move toward her, only to have Reaper pull me back into him. Dante pushes past us.

“You need to leave.” Dante growls as he takes a stand in front of the server. Scar moves to the server and gently pries her hand from her face. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and dumps a glass of ice water into it before holding it up to her cheek.

“Excuse me?” Shrieks the woman. “We are not leaving. We haven’t had our lunch yet. Maybe this slut can stop flirting long enough to bring us our meals.”

Dante stands tall over the woman and glares down at her. I feel a sense of satisfaction when she pales at the anger on his face. Her husband hasn’t moved.

“We’re just going to go, Sheila, Don.” The second man says after he scoots out of the booth to follow his wife outside.

“You should find yourself better friends.” Chaos tells them as they pass by him.

“Don, do something!” Sheila barks at her husband.

Dante doesn’t wait for the man to stand, but drags him out of the booth. The guy isn’t dainty, but he is all pudge. Dante man-handles him like he’s a ten-pound bag of dog food. “Get out, both of you, and don’t even think of coming back here. You’re banned.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Don finally pipes up.

“I’m Dante, the President of the Demon Dawgs. My Vegas chapter owns this diner. Now get the fuck out before I pick you up and toss you out!”

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