Page 2 of Reaper
Shaking off my thoughts, I finish wiping down the counter of the bar before glancing around. The doors are all locked, something I know since I’m the one that locked them earlier. The tables have already been wiped down; the tablecloths removed and brought back to the laundry area, waiting to be washed tomorrow; the chairs are flipped up on the tables; and the floors have been swept. Turning, I make sure everything from the bar is put away and nod in satisfaction. Walking over to the register,I collect the till and the receipts before heading down the hall and into the office.
Thirty minutes later, everything is balanced and entered into our accounting system. Getting up, I walk over to an aerial picture of our land that’s hanging on the wall and pull the picture outward, revealing one of our safes. After putting in today’s earnings and receipts, I secure the safe and put the picture back in place before shutting down the computer.
Locking up the office, I do one more walk around to triple check that all the other doors are locked before heading out the back door, locking it, and walking down the private path toward our house. Our house is set back on our property so that most of the noise from the supper club doesn’t reach us. It isn’t glaringly obvious that our house is back there thanks to how the woods create a partial, natural barrier.
However, I’m not naïve enough to think that no one will ever come back here, so on top of all the security cameras we have for the supper club, I also had security cameras fitted along the path as a just in case. Not to mention some are placed around our house, both inside and outside. It’s set up so that if any of the cameras pick up an anomaly bigger than a dog, Ma, Granny, Pappy, and I are notified.
As I continue down the path, I sigh as the cool spring air kisses my cheeks and I tilt my head up, admiring the full moon. A glint catches my eye, and as I look down at my engagement ring shining in the moon’s light, another smile tugs at my lips. There’s a spring in my step as I climb the steps to our house. Unlocking the door, I let myself in and after punching in the alarm code; I relock the door before slipping off my shoes.
Seeing that the living room is dark, I peek down the hallway that leads to Ma’s and my grandparents’ rooms, but everything is also dark. Sometimes Ma or Granny get insomnia and end upstaying up until I get off shift. But tonight, sleep must have come easy for them.
Heading upstairs, I pause at the middle landing when I hear something.
A muffled voice.
I frown. I know we don’t have anyone staying in our guest rooms, so the only person that should be upstairs is Aiden. Our plan was for him to stay over tonight since I don’t have to work tomorrow. I know he’s here because I got the notification from the security cameras when he arrived and saw his car outside.
Thinking that maybe he’s on the phone since he has some overseas customers, I shake off my worries and continue up the stairs. But as I draw closer, the voice becomes clearer, and I notice that my bedroom door is slightly ajar.
Correction,voices.
Nerves swirl in my stomach, threatening to make the supper that I’d eaten a few hours ago rise as I hear a moan.
A feminine moan.
“Yes, Aiden, just like that,” a breathy voice cries out and my stomach bottoms out because I know that voice.
It belongs to my best friend, Kelly Brass.
Inching closer, I push the door open a little wider and feel my body go numb when I see Aiden’s bare ass pumping into Kelly at a furious rate as she lays naked, strewn out on my bed. Her hands grasp at my bed sheets as she moans and cries out for him to go faster and deeper. A few moments later, Aiden’s body goes taught and he moans deeply as he cums at the same time Kelly does.
Fury runs through my veins at both of their betrayals.
Quietly, I back up, open the closet that’s next to my room, and I unlock my gun case. On instinct, I reach for Ol’ Faithful, a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun that Pappy handed down to me a few years ago. I double check that the barrels are empty,because even as pissed as I am, I’m not going to actually shoot them.
But they don’t know that.
Then I hesitate and put a couple of shells in the barrels, plus a few more in my pocket in case Idoneed to threaten them off my land. I won’t shoot at them, but I can shoot at the ground once we’re outside to get my point across.
Striding back down the hall, I open my door and click the barrels closed. The sound of the click makes both of them jolt and I wrinkle my nose in disgust when I hear a wet, sloppy sound as Aiden quickly withdraws his dick out of Kelly. His eyes widen when he sees me, and when he sees the gun I’m pointing at him, they widen even further. His hands fly down and he cover his cock.
“What the fuck is your problem? Put that away!” Kelly screeches as she backpedals across my bed. I snarl when I see a giant wet spot where she’d been.
She clutches my blankets to her chest as she tries to cover up her nakedness, but then I see something that has me feeling even more numb.
Her belly looks bigger than I remember…
Is that a baby bump?
Is she pregnant?
Is Aiden the father?
How had I never noticed it before?
I push away that thought for now and focus back on Kelly.
“What the fuck ismyproblem?” I ask, surprised at how level and calm my voice is, even though I feel anything but. “My fucking problem is that I just saw myfiancéfucking my now former best friend. That’s my fucking problem,” I seethe as I glare at her before turning my glare on Aiden.
