Page 10 of Reaper's Ride
“Thank you, darlin’. That was sweet.” He cut his gaze to Rael. “But I can take care of myself.”
Rael smirked. “You’re a Graven Bastard. Nomad or not, we’re the closest club to lend a hand.”
“Funny how I’m just now seein’ ya.”
The humor bled from Rael’s face so fast I actually caught a glimpse of his Reaper. He took offense to Pagan’s words.
“Had club business. We came as soon as we could.”
Pagan didn’t appear to believe him. “That’s bullshit.”
Rael growled.
Pagan sat up straighter.
Well, shit. This wasn’t going well at all.
Chapter 4 Pagan
Ihad an instant dislike to this cocky motherfucker. He moved another foot closer to Snooki as I stared him down, hating how he seemed to stake a claim on her.
Fuck that.
Snooki’s blue eyes flicked from him to me. She cleared her throat. “So, do you know when you’re getting discharged?”
“Today.” I growled the words, never taking my focus off Rael.
“Where are you stayin’?” He asked like he had a right to know shit about me.
“The Clown Motel.”
Rael’s lips twitched. “My favorite.”
“I would have thought you liked the Mizpah better.” Fucker looked freaky with that skeletal makeup on his face. If he wasn’t so cocky, I would have thought it was cool.
His smile widened a little too much. “It’s a second favorite.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
My words only seemed to humor him.
Snooki appeared uncomfortable, and Rael noticed. He looked at her, far too intuitive and intimate, like he knew about her in a way I never would. It pissed me off.
“There a reason you’re here, Rael?”
“Grim wanted me to meet you. See why we remembered your name.”
Interesting.
I knew I had met Grim at a rally in Vegas a couple of years ago. Rael hadn’t been around when I spoke to him. I met Grim, Mammoth, and Papa before my appointment with a tattoo artist. I’d gotten my dagger inked on my forearm that day. It stood out in my memory. Grim probably mentioned it in church to his members since he invited me to come to The Crossroads.
“He should. We spoke at the rally.”
“I wasn’t there.”
“Nope,” I agreed.
Stilted silence stretched as none of us said another word.
