Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“We can fight about it at home.”

With her bag strung across her back she climbs on behind me.

Harley puts her arms around my waist and holds on tight.

I let out the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.

She’s with me ride or die, and I’ll be by her side till death do us part.

Chapter Twenty-Two

—Harley—

Nashville, Tennessee

“I think I’m dying,” Sara croaks as she hugs the toilet bowl of our hotel suite.

“I can’t believe you’re sick! This is Cooper’s Religion we are talking about. Our favorite band,” I whine.

“I’m sorry. Do you think this is fun for me? I think it was that salad. Maybe it was contaminated.”

I do feel kinda bad for her. She is so pale and clammy.

“You’re probably pregnant,” Shelly, Boogeyman’s old lady, hollers from the bed as she flips through the TV channels.

“How cute would it be if you were all pregnant at the same time?” Amber says, and I want to punch her.

“I don’t want any babies anytime soon. I don’t even know if I will survive the sit down my old man is planning on having with me and Quinn this coming week.” I feel sick thinking about it and I didn’t even eat a rotten salad. When I left to come see Sara for the concert I failed to mention to my parents that I wasn’t coming back.

“Just saying as much sex as everyone is having, there is bound to be some babies on the way.”

“What about you? No babies in yours and Terror’s future.”

“I’m not saying no. But I’m not in any hurry. I like having my man all to myself.” She smiles as she touches up her eyeliner in the mirror.

“Oh, God,” Sara moans.

“We’re going to miss the concert,” I warn.

“We need to get her a test. There will be other concerts,” Shelly says, and I know she is right. I shouldn’t be so insensitive to my cousin.

Shelly and Amber volunteer to go get a test and I stay with Sara, holding her hair back as she dry heaves.

A few minutes go by and she feels like the worst is over.

I leave her to herself to freshen up while I text my man.

Sweet ass: Hey.

Sexiest Biker: Shouldn’t you be on your way to flash your tits at some Rockstar.

Sweet ass: HA. HA! I would be, but Sara got sick. I think she’s pg!

Sexiest Biker: I don’t know what that means.

Sweet ass: Pregnant you dork.

Sexiest Biker: Oh. Okay…