Page 58 of Reaper

I shake my head at the thought. I’m not into forcing women to do shit and Natalie isn’t ready for all of that yet.

“Ready?” Trigger asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I turn on my bike and nod.

The sooner I get this over with, the faster I can get back here to her.

I take off down the drive and something has me looking back in my rearview mirror. I see Colt standing next to Wrath watching us take off.

* * *

I’ve been here for about a month now, yet I’m still jumpy. Sitting in Harrison’s room all the time isn’t helping. It’s like I’m a puppy waiting for him to come home each night to give me a scrap of attention. I hate that I’ve allowed myself to get to this point. I traded one prison for another only this one is of my own making.

I refuse to sit here today.

So after I get dressed, I head out to the main room. It’s empty like it always is this early. The only person around is Jacob. He’s stocking the bar. I never realized how rowdy bikers were. Every night ends in a party of sorts. It’s hard to deal with in my mental state.

“Hey, Miss Natalie. Do you want me to get you some food?” he asks.

He’s a sweet guy. I don’t know much about him, but he’s always polite and kind to me.

“No thank you, Jacob. Harrison said I could explore the compound. I was thinking of going for a walk.”

He smiles. “Want me to keep you company?”

I shake my head. “Don’t you have other things to be doing?”

He looks down at the inventory he is stacking. “I can come back.”

I laugh. “I’ll be okay. I need to get used to this. For the time being, this is my home, and I don’t want to feel like I have to walk on eggshells around it.”

He hesitates. “Okay, but if you need me at all, let me know. I’m supposed to be here for anything you need.”

“Harrison tell you that?” I ask.

He tilts his head. “Pres gave me the order.”

I let out a sigh. I forgot that he doesn’t go by Harrison. I wonder why he lets me call him it.

I just nod, heading out the door without another word.

I walk around for a bit, noting everything I find. There’s a garage of sorts where it looks like they work on their bikes. No one is in there though. Another building is similar to the clubhouse, only it seems to be a bunch of rooms. I didn’t walk too far inside there. A back warehouse catches my attention though because it looks newer than everything else. If I had to guess, it was just put in because of how shiny the siding is, and the land around it isn’t quite settled yet. I make my way to it, pausing as soon as I step in the door.

The sound of grunting has me wanting to flee in fear, but then I hear it. The rhythmic pounding of flesh. Making my way down the hall, I see the warehouse opens into a large room filled with exercise equipment and a large boxing ring. The source of the sound is standing in the corner, beating his fists against a large bag hanging in front of him.

I gasp as the force of his punches hits the bag so hard the chains rattle as it swings.

He swings to face me, his face pouring sweat, his brows furrowed.

“What are you doing in here?”

I jump at the anger in his tone. I don’t know this man. He looks familiar, but he was never introduced to me. He’s one of the men who were with Harrison the night I met him.

“I’m sorry.” I cast my eyes down before turning.

“Wait.”

Instinctively I pause. After the last year, I can’t help but listen, my feet refusing to move even though everything in me screams to run.

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