Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
“What picture? May I see?”
“Sure.” Willa took out her phone. “I’ll text it to you.”
Picking his phone up off the table, he saw Lucky lean his head to his side to glance at the picture Willa was sending.
“Wait—”
Lucky snapped his mouth shut when Willa must have pressed Send
When Lucky’s gaze jerked to his to see his reaction to the picture, Reaper didn’t need a fortune teller to tell him he wasn’t going to appreciate whatever image Willa had captured.
Ginny was riding a motorcycle in front of the church. She was riding on a fucking motorcycle that wasn’t his! She had ridden on motorcycle for the first fucking time and it wasn’t his fucking motorcycle!
Fury hit him with the magnitude of a hundred bulls stampeding through his head. Everyone in the kitchen froze at the bellow of rage coming from his chest as he rose from the table, sending his chair skittering to the side. Then he angrily threw his phone at the wall with enough force that his high school coach would’ve shed tears of joy.
“Fuck …,” Lucky moaned. “Reaper, don’t overreact. He was just giving Ginny a ride to the church and back. She had a meeting with me.”
“Whose fucking bike was she riding?” Reaper shouted. He had been so furious that he’d forgotten to look at whose bike it was before he busted his phone to smithereens.
“Let’s go to your room.” Lucky stood, coming around the table as Razer and Beth came up the basement steps. From their disheveled appearance, he had woken them up when he his phone hit the wall.
“Who’s …?” Reaper glared at Jesus, who was frozen in place. “Were you the one to give Ginny a ride yesterday?”
Jesus’ face went ashen. “No, brother. I didn’t leave the club all day. I swear, brah.”
Clenching his teeth, he glared at Puck. “Was it you?”
Puck stepped behind Jewell. “No, I was here with Jesus. I left to go to the store … but I swear I took Cash’s truck and Ginny didn’t go with me.
Lucky put his hand up in the air when Reaper started toward Nickel. “Reaper, let’s go talk. There is no need for this jealousy—”
“I am not jealous. I’m angry!” Reaper shouted. “I want to know which motherfucker put my property on his bike without my permission. Lucky, if one of the squids gave her a ride and you knew, brother, you won’t be giving service tomorrow. You’ll being attending a fucking funeral!”
Lucky took a step forward. “Don’t threaten me. You know damn good and well she wouldn’t be given a squid for protection, must less let her leave with her at his back. I didn’t know how she got there.”
“Did you see who she left with?”
“No, I had gone out to the back of the church to pull the van to the back door.”
Curtly, Reaper let Lucky off the hook. “Willa can I see that picture again?”
Willa waited until she was standing behind Lucky to answer. “I accidentally deleted it.”
Lucky looked over his shoulder at his wife. “Go on to the house. Tell Jade we won’t be needing her for babysitting this morning.”
Waiting until she was out the door, Lucky gave him a brusque nod toward the kitchen door.
Reaper irately stalked into the living room, set on dealing with Lucky, showering, and then going to Shade for a new phone.
The men kept their silence as they went up the stairs to his room. Lucky went into the room, then turned when Reaper closed the door after them. “I tried to catch up with you yesterday. There’re some—”
“I want you to tell Ginny to marry me,” Reaper said as he folded his arms over his chest.
Lucky’s mouth went slack jawed. “Pardon me?”
“Ginny said she won’t get married without your permission. I want you to tell her to marry me, preferably this morning, if she comes back. Tonight, if she doesn’t.”
“No.” Lucky folded his arms against his chest, mimicking his stance.
“Give her the permission. She won’t marry me if you don’t.”
“Then I don’t know what to tell you. I guess you won’t be getting married anytime soon.”
“She’s pregnant and won’t even tell me she is until you give her permission to marry me!”
“Ginny hasn’t told you she’s pregnant?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know she is?”
“I don’t know ….” Reaper raked his hand through his hair, beginning to pace around the room. “When you give her permission, she’ll tell me. Ginny has convoluted beliefs of living together and marriage. You can’t tell me Lily would have married Shade without your permission. Did you have to ask yourself to marry Willa?”
“Maybe her beliefs aren’t the ones convoluted.”
“You’re seriously telling me no?”
“I’m seriously telling you no,” Lucky said decisively. “Before you place the blame on my shoulders for Ginny not willing to marry you without my approval, or why she hasn’t told you she’s pregnant, you should consider there could be another reason.”