Page 75 of Reaper Razed

“Fucking hell. No wonder you are all fucked up!”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Right, one shit show at a time. How bad a disagreement?” Steel cocks a brow as he leans on the door of the truck.

“She punched him,” I tell him.

Dane laughs. “Under-fucking-statement!” He shakes his head. “She punched him that hard, she knocked the motherfucker out! Then stole his truck.”

Steel lets out a breath. “Then either the barn or the gym.”

We head to the gym first, but there is no sign of her, so we head to the barn. The truck’s parked inside.

Then we look at each other. “Can anyone actually get in?” Steel asks.

“Yeah, I can.” Dane steps forward.

“Wait, how come you can get in and no one else can?”

“I built the system. I wasn't gonna leave her with the only access.” He steps up to the scanner.

“Does she know?” I ask him.

“She’s about to!” He shrugs as the bale moves, and we can’t hear anything. It's deadly silent!

As we enter, it’s empty. Well, apart from the guy she’s got locked in there. Where else would she be?

“Baby? Where are you?”

Steel’s clearly the brains as he just grabs his phone and calls, and she answers. That seems a bit too easy, but hey. “Okay… they’re here… No, he’s not… okay, love ya, baby.” Then he hangs up.

“She’s at the apartment wedding planning with Skye and Demi.”

“Say what?” I can’t fathom it, “She’s gone from full-blown Reaper to a wedding planner. Okay, let's go see what’s going on.”

As we walk through the door, she’s pacing, chewing her thumb, just like he does.

“Hey!” I say calmly, and she walks straight into my arms. I don't wanna spook her. “Big night, huh?”

“You know?” she asks, hurt flashing across her face.

“Dad told us as you left.” She sighs out a breath as Steel pulls her from my arms, and she welds herself to him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks her in the quietest voice I’ve ever heard him use.

She huffs and shakes her head. “Cade thinks he’s my dad.”

“I thought they were all your dads?”

“No, my dad was my dad, the others are my pas, same but different, now my dad is not my dad and my pa might be my dad, or their dad could be my dad, not my pa, and fuck…” She drops onto the sofa while Demi and Skye sit there with open mouths like a pair of goldfish.

“Well, baby, I know it’s a mind-fuck, but I’m really proud of you.” Steel kisses her on the top of the head, and her eyebrows shoot to her hairline.

“Proud of me?” She sounds so small and so surprised.

Leaning down and pulling her into his chest, he rumbles, “So fucking proud, baby. You didn’t run away. You came home.”

She physically sags in his arms and buries her face in his chest.

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