Page 15 of Reaper Released

At the same time, I say, “We don’t.” We both turn to glare at each other.

“Anyway, I’m glad you’re here, Ray. Maybe we could go for a drink sometime?”

I inhale, just about to answer, when Steel shoots out, “No!” He turns me towards the diner.

“Steel!”

He kisses the top of my head. “They do amazing milkshakes here!” He winks at me, and I’m so fucking dumbfounded that I trip along the truck stop next to him with his arm around my waist, pulling me along.

“I need to go to the bathroom, grab a booth.” I just need to breathe, so I slip into the bathroom while Demi’s serving a customer with her back to me. I just need to take a breath before I see her, as fuck knows what’s going on with Steel!

As I come out the bathroom Steel’s back is to me, and I can see a pair of feminine arms wrapped around him as he bends down and kisses whoever the fuck he’s holding on the head. What the actual fuck? I’m seething. I can feel myself vibrating, and I want to stab someone to death with a blunt spoon.

“Ahem!” I cough out, crossing my arms and popping my hip out. And fuck me, as he turns it’s Demi in his arms. My mouth drops as Demi’s gaze swings to mine, grasping her mouth with both hands.

She chokes out. “Ray?” Next thing, she’s sobbing and runs straight at me, throwing her arms around my neck and crying all over my shoulder.

I rub her back and whisper into her hair. “I’m okay!”

She looks up into my eyes. “Fuck, Ray, I was so scared.”

Looking over at Steel, he mouths, “What the fuck?” Squeezing Demi, I release her. She keeps her arm around my waist and stares across at Steel. Looking down at Demi, then across to Steel.

“You two know each other?” I raise a brow at Steel which I hope says, what the fuck, you wanker! Saying I’m your woman, and yet you’re groping my friend, motherfucker? I will so cut your dick off and beat you with it. You’ll beg me to murder you, which I will gladly do with that blunt spoon I referenced earlier, you absolute bellend, arsehole, cunty bollock, fuck-facing dickwad! But I think it was more a, “Explain twatty?”

Demi looks confused. “Wait, you two know each other?”

Steel nods at her. “How do you know each other?” he asks.

Demi shrugs. “Long story!”

“More importantly,” I interject, “how the fuck do you two know each other?”

Steel’s literally beaming at me pointing with the smuggest of grins plastered across his face. “Are you jealous, Sunshine!”

Huffing and crossing my arms. “No!”

“Baby, you know I only have eyes for you,” he says, stalking across the diner, lifting me gently off my feet and pulling me in for the most exquisite of kisses, where I literally forget my own name. As soon as his scent engulfs me, I’m whisked away to a forest by the ocean and that spicy undertone makes my thighs clench. Breaking apart, he rests me gently on my feet, cupping my face and staring deep into my soul. “Fuck, woman, I’m going to marry you one day soon!”

My breath hitches as there’s a high-pitched squeal, followed by Demi jumping all over us in excitement.

“Ow! What the fuck, Demi?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it. We’re gonna be proper sisters, like real sisters. I can’t believe it. I’m so excited I could scream!” Then she does. “George... my brother and sister are getting married to each other! Isn't that amazing?”

“Oh my god! Don’t ever, ever say that sentence again!” I curse.

Then she spins to the whole diner, saying, “She's not my real, real sister, and he’s my half-brother, so not wrong! But when she marries him, she’s gonna be my real, real sister and that will be so amazing!”

“Fucking hell, Demi, sit the hell down. We are not getting married!”

She pouts at me. “What? Wait, why not?”

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I glare at Steel, who looks so happy I can’t do anything else but smile at him, pointing a thumb at Demi. “She’s your sister?”

Nodding, he pushes her into the booth and slides in beside her. I sit down across from him. He slides his hands across the table and grips mine. I just shake my head. What the fuck else am I gonna do?

“Facepalm emoji!”

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