Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

Webb Hollow, Tennessee

“Don’t take it so hard, man. She shot me down too.” Fucking Cocky hobbles up to me and takes a seat at the bar next to me.

“Fuck off. She wouldn’t have your crippled ass.”

“Hey. I take offense to that.”

I roll my eyes and peel at the label on my beer bottle. Nothing has been the same since Harley left. It’s like she stole every bit of joy I had in me the day she went away. There’s no sunshine. All I have is cloudy days. I don’t know what I was thinking asking her to stay. I thought what we had was a real connection. I was wrong.

I take a swig of my beer and it don’t hold the same taste as it used to. I can’t even smoke a cigarette without thinking she’d say it’s unattractive.

“Hey, Reaper,” Regina coos, raking her fingernails down my arm.

“Go fuck a cucumber or whatever it is you shove in that loose pussy of yours,” I growl.

Cocky busts out laughing. “Come here, sweetheart. I ain’t got no Oscar Mayer but I’m packing some meat.”

“Eat me, both of you.” She flips her hair and struts to the other end of the bar.

MaryAnn shakes her head as she takes my beer and replaces it with a cold one.

“That whore ain’t right. But you two should be nicer to her.”

“The fuck for? Bitch tried to contaminate my food.”

“I’m going to tell you something but don’t repeat it.” She leans across the bar. “About two months ago, Regina had a miscarriage. I’ll give you one guess who she thought the father was and who she’s been fixated on ever since.”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry for her, but I don’t fuck without a rubber. Never have.” My mind flashes to Harley. She’s the only person I’ve not used protection with.

“I believe you but, would it hurt you to be a little nicer to her.”

“Hell yeah it’d hurt. Bitch stuck my hot dog in her snatch.” I go to get up from the bar when Hades calls me to his office.

“Close that door.”

I do as he says and grab a seat. “What’s up?”

“Need a favor.”

I throw my hands up. “Fuck. Here we go again.”

“I don’t need your lip. Only person who gives me lip is my wife and that’s because I get to fuck her after.”

“What is it this time?”

“First, I need you to know something. That business before with the stalker shit. There was no stalker. I was working with Outlaw to setup Tiny. I want him gone, but I needed him to do something to someone that wasn’t one of us to get the BRRMC to step in and help me put him down. Tiny’s not that dumb to get caught. Outlaw knew that. We worked together.”

I bang my fist down on the desk. “Did she know? Did Harley know?”

He shakes his head. “No. She still doesn’t. I just thought you should know. That cat wasn’t even real. It was a prop.”

I take a deep breath. I?

??m glad it was a fake threat but if there hadn’t been one to begin with that fucker in the woods never would have laid a damn finger on her. “Anything else, Prez?”

“You still got that bitch seat on your bike?”

“Why?” It sounds stupid, but I couldn’t bring myself to remove it. I wanted to, but I kept thinking that she’d change her mind.