Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

I’ve not mastered deep throating, but I love trying.

Chapter Twenty-Three

—Reaper—

Drag Creek, Kentucky

Fuck me. Sitting on my bike outside the Roadhouse, I pull out a smoke. Harley is after me to quit, but Goddamn. I am about to meet with her father for the first time since I declared I was claiming her. When Rebel Black first received word that Harley was living with me, he asked Hades to send him my balls in a jar for his desk.

I’m not sure what changed his mind, but he wants to meet with me alone, so here I am. I love Harley and I meant it when I said I would walk through fire for her.

Harley made the ride with me, but her mom insisted on taking her to lunch while this meeting happens. I’m sure it was a plot to get her away from me, so her brothers and old man can beat me down. I am man enough to take whatever they dish out.

Harley is already mine in every way that matters, but I know she wants her father’s blessing. So, if I have to get down on my hands and knees while they take shots at me, so be it.

Taking a hard drag from my cigarette I get off my bike and head inside.

The moment I walk in wearing my Devils Rejects’ cut the music cuts off and two pricks come at me swinging. I’m no pussy but these fuckers are out for blood. Bastards are trying to wrestle me down to the floor and pull my arms out of my cut. There’s no way in hell they are getting my cut. Them taking it would mean death because if they can take it from me I’m not worthy of wearing it.

I land an uppercut to one of their jaws and he goes sailing across the room. The guy left standing pulls out a switchblade as I try to recover from the kick I received to my gut.

He takes a stab at me meeting nothing but air.

“Enough,” a loud voices booms. I look over and see Grim watching us with an amused look on his old ass face. “Hope you’ll forgive your future brother-in -laws’ manners. Boys are protective over their sister.”

I give Axel and Abel a chin lift and they glare at me.

“Rebel’s downstairs in the office.” The old mean bastard informs me and motions for me to follow him.

He leads me down a dark set of stairs, and I can only hope they aren’t locking me in a holding cell.

He opens a door and ushers me inside.

I’m relieved to find Harley’s father sitting behind a desk pouring himself a shot.

“Have a seat,” he snarls at me. He looks a lot harder than I remember but leading a club does that to a man.

I grab a chair and wait for him to say more. He knocks back his shot and glares at me. “So, you’re the man who stole my Harley away.”

“She came willingly.” I remind him.

He screws up his lips and shrugs. “Maybe. What’s your intentions?”

“Going to put my property patch on her and give her a good life,” I answer him honestly.

“That so. I don’t recall you asking.”

“That’s because I didn’t,” I deadpan.

“Fair enough but seems to me a man would take into consideration whose daughter he’s taking from home. Ye disrespected me by not coming to me first. But what’s done is done. I want something from you. You bring me what I ask for and I’ll give you my blessing to marry my daughter. She won’t live with you like a whore.”

“I wouldn’t ever and have never treated Harley like a whore, Rebel. We both know if I did she wouldn’t be with me. Harley isn’t that kind of girl. I respect her too damn much.”

“You earn enough from the club to support her?”

“I’ve got a respectable business. I earn more than enough to give her a good life.”

He makes an okay then face. “You still haven’t heard my terms.”