Page 65 of Reaper Released

“No probs, anytime!” He walks around to his boot. “What the fuck are we gonna do with all this shit?”

Steel walks around and peers in. “Holy fuck, what did you two do?”

There must be at least thirty random stuffed animals and toys of all colours and varieties. “I’ll be fucked if I know. I only want the Reaper!”

“Reaper?” Steel questions. I dig into the back and pull it out. It’s a Grim Reaper about a foot tall with a scythe over his shoulder. I waggle it at Steel.

“Holy shit, that’s fucking adorable!” He snatches it out of my grasp.

“I know, right?”

“Anyway!” Dane interrupts. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with the rest?”

“Children's home?” I answer.

“Kids’ hospital.” Steel shrugs.

“You could give them to your girlfriend.”

“Argh, we broke up. You know we did.”

“Save them for the next relationship!” I grin.

“You’re fucking ridiculous. Love you, twat knuckle. See you tomorrow!”

“Later, cunt muffin!” I bark back at him,

Steel just looks baffled, shaking his head. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”

Dane just climbs back in the car and speeds off, waving through the back window as he goes. I head off to go inside.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Erm, shower? I’m minging!”

“Sorry, baby, no can do. We need to head out for food and then pick Demi up.”

“What? I can’t even have a shower?”

“Nope, not got time. Come on.” Great, I bet I stink like a polecat in yesterday's clothes, same pants and everything. Lovely!

Heading towards Steel’s bike, I slowly slide my hand over the seat and along the gas tank. “This really is a stunning fucking bike! How come you all have the same one, just different colours?”

Steel shrugs, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, a smile on his face, dimples out and proud. “Me and Ares got them, and then the other boys loved them, so they copied.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep, that’s it, simple!”

“Well, that’s not as interesting a story as I hoped it would be.”

“Come on. I wanna take my fiancée out for food one last time!”

“And your fiancée can’t be freshly showered to do it?”

He laughs, pulling me away from his bike.

“No bike?” Pouting, I stroke my hand back off the seat.

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