Page 60 of Reaper Razed

“Holy shit.” Dice laughs.

“Are you moving in then, Brother?” Steel cocks a brow at Tank as he knows we’re not staying in the same room.

“Nah, I’m gonna get the lodge ready, and we’re moving in there as soon as it’s finished.”

“Well, I’ve nearly got the coffee shop ready, and the boys have helped out. Why don’t we just carry on and smash the hell out of that reno too?”

“You wouldn’t mind?” Tank asks, looking between them both.

“Nah, just get what you want, and we will all chip in. We can have the whole thing done in a couple of weeks.

“Wait, what did you need me for?” Dice looks even more confused.

“I don’t have any… documentation.” Skye steps out of Tank’s arms. “I also want to change my name.”

“Steel, can I grab a notepad or something? Let’s get to work.” Dice grins at me. “I need you to write all your details, original name, date of birth, address, where you were born, and what you want to change your name to.”

“Skye Pershing,” I say, smiling at Tank. “Seems silly to change it, to then get married and change it again!” I shrug, and he grabs me up and slams his lips into mine, making me soften against his body as I moan into his mouth.

“Ahem.” Steel grimaces. “Sorry guys, still a little weird.” We all burst out laughing. “So what kind of wedding do you want? If Ray’s paying, you can have anything you want. She’s loaded.” He laughs.

“I just want a quick wedding at the courthouse, no fuss,”

“You sure? Hopefully, you only get married once.” Dice asks.

I smile. “I just want to be married. I don't care how I get there.”

“Right, Dice and Tank, you sort out documentation and whatever else needs to happen. Skye and I will head up to the lodge and start measuring up. I’ll call the others on the way up.”

Heading up to the lodge, we walk in silence as Steel carries a bag of stuff he apparently needs. Once we get there, he pulls up a website and tells me to pick what I want. As I glance down, it’s all kitchens and bathrooms. He starts measuring, and I look through the online brochures. The door pushes open as Tank and Dice stroll in with the others in tow. There’s a ruckus of laughter and ribbing as they all congratulate us on the upcoming wedding, before sitting me in a chair in the living room area. Tank wraps me up in a blanket with Steel's phone and tells me to add what I want to the basket, and he’ll sort the rest out.

I grin up at him as he leans down and kisses me. “I love you, love!” He smiles down at me.

“I love you too.” I grin freely for the first time since I can remember.

“Tank, there’s plenty of time for that. Let’s get cracking!”

In the time, I’ve picked the kitchen and bathroom items, tiles and units. Everything has been ripped out and is out on the decking. The whole place is an empty shell, bar the seat I’m sitting in. “Can we salvage any of it?” I ask, as it seems a shame to throw it all out.

“The furniture will be donated, but you’re having new everything. We’ll go furniture shopping in a few days once we get the kitchen and bathrooms done.”

I yawn and stretch in my chair. It's been a long, emotional day, and I just want my bed. That’s when we hear the screeching of tyres, and everyone runs out of the lodge.

Ray

Skye asks me to speak with her in private, so we head off to her room. Once we’ve finished, I head back through to the living room. “Dane, I need you to grab your laptop and head out with me. Steel, I will be back before morning!”

Storming towards the door, I grab my trainers, snatch the truck keys, and head out.

Climbing into the truck as Dane piles into the passenger-side, I peel out of the gates.

“What the fuck’s happening?” Dane asks as he flips the laptop open.

“I want you to find everything on a guy called Darren Staines. We’re gonna pay said motherfucker a visit.” I tell him the address I have for him, which is a trailer park up the coast. “I need to swing by The Tower. I need some supplies.” I wink at him.

We pull up off the track on the way to the trailer park, hiding the truck in the undergrowth and walking around the back. We lay in wait for the arsehole to show his face.

“So you gonna tell me who this guy is?”

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