Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“One of Sara’s friends needs picked up at the bus station.”

“Fuck you. Not happening.”

“Just do it, dipshit.”

I shake my head. “Fine. Whatever. What time?”

He looks at the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes ago.” He grins as he strokes his beard.

“Where do I need to bring her to?”

“She’ll tell you.”

“What’s this bitch’s name?”

“I don’t know some flower. Lily, Rose, Daisy…”

When he says Daisy my mind immediately goes to Harley and her damn short shorts. Thoughts of her cut just like a knife.

Going out of the clubhouse and starting up my bike it feels like only yesterday I was going to pick up Harley at the station. I smirk to myself remembering the first time I saw her. It’s only been two weeks, but it seems like another life.

I get to the station and pull into the same spot as before. I watch as everyone files off the bus, but I don’t see anyone looking my way.

Maybe Hades got the time wrong or maybe the bastard is fucking with me.

I’m about to take off when at the last minute I see a pair of hot pink high heels attached to an all too familiar set of legs.

Harley.

My heart nearly stops as she struts toward me wearing a timid smile and carrying a bag.

“Need a ride?”

“I’m looking for a big mean gay biker,” she teases.

I shake my head.

“For a half-eaten granola bar would you rather I tell you I’m sorry now or later?”

“I don’t want your apology. It’s all good. Get on and I’ll drop you at Sara’s.”

“I’m not going to her house.”

“No? Where to then?”

“I was hoping we could talk.”

“Harley…”

“Take me home, Quinn.”

“And where is that?”

“Wherever you are,” she says as a tear rolls down her cheek. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I was confused and going through a lot.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I owe you a lot,” she argues.