Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

I don’t know how he ended up in the woods or what happened to make him so sick in the head, but I don’t want to know. I am beyond trying to comprehend the how or why. I only want to forget, but that would mean forgetting parts of my time with Quinn. I don’t know how to be with him and not remember, but I don’t know how to be without him either.

I miss him more than I thought I would.

I miss lying next to him and trading silly questions in the dark.

“You okay, sis?” Axel plops down on the couch next to me at our parent’s house. I haven’t been able to go back to my apartment without thinking of that poor cat laying in the doorway.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look or sound fine.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Would you turn away someone you cared about because you asked her to be with you and she said let’s take things slow?”

“I don’t know. It’d take a hell of a lot for me to want to settle down. Who is it?”

“He goes by the name Reaper.”

“As in a member of the Devils Rejects?” he scratches the back of his neck. “Dad will kill him.” He laughs.

“That’s so helpful, shit for brains.”

“I don’t know the dude, but it probably took a lot for him to put himself out there to you like that. Sucks for him that you weren’t on the same page, but if I were him I’d say fuck it and go get some easy pussy from a whore.”

“You’re a jerk.” I pinch his arm

“Ow. Fuck. I was joking.”

“No, you weren’t. No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”

“He can’t keep a woman because he fucks all their friends too,” Abel pipes in as he falls down on the recliner with a joint hanging off his bottom lip.

“If mom catches you you’re dead,” I warn him.

He waves me off. “She’s gone shopping with Aunt Karly. They will be gone till late. What’s your problem, anyway?”

“She’s love sick,” Axel teases.

“I’m not lovesick.” I sigh and fold my arms across my chest.

“Take a puff of this and you’ll forget all about him.” Abel passes me the joint and I hand it off to Axel.

That’s the problem. I don’t want to forget him.

I miss Quinn so so damn much. I miss his grumbly bear attitude. I miss his silly side.

Getting up I go into my old bedroom. I flop down on my bed and reach into the nightstand. I pull out the ring Quinn gave me when he fake proposed. He looked so cute down on one knee for me.

Then my mind flashes to when he asked me to stay. The hurt masked on his face when I said no splits my heart in two all over again.

I grab my cell phone and send a text to Sara.

Harley: I need a favor.

Chapter Twenty-One

—Reaper—