Taming The Reaper: My Vengeful Comeback

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rcycle boot kicking a discarded whiskey bottle, and it

ore him, his long legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud against the scarred floorboards. He blinked his wolfish, gray-blue eyes, staring

Gibbs, the woman who was supposed to be his cousin's ne

by the traditional white leather jacket and delicate lace dress I wore for the Redwood Reapers' claiming ceremony. B

ng through the stale air like a whi

ut I looked around. No, this was definitely his space. The walls were adorned with vintage motorcycle parts, and the scent of m

ood tall, his massive frame casting a long, intimidating shadow in the dim light.

as this is my room, I think the better question is... why aren't you in Jarret

ning, piecing together the fragments

one of the club's regular girls who had been assigned to assist me tonight, stumbled in. Her

to her mouth in a theatrical display of shock. "This is a disaster! There was a

take," but she didn't make a single move

ng, waiting for the deed to be done, for Jarrett and Kia to consummate their bet

he ceremony, my stepsister, Kia, had tearfully offered me a cup of tea. I had drunk it, only to feel dizzy and disoriented. I had wok

that victor

xt decade, I had played the role of the perfect MC Old Lady. I managed the club's legitimate businesses, kept the books clean, a

een carrying on an affair for years. And the reason I couldn't get pregnant? Jarrett had been secretly slipping birth contro

y, Kia had stood over me, a triumphant smirk on her face."It doesn't matter that you

ars. It was fueled by a glacial, unyielding rage. God had given me a second chance, a chance to

d with lazy amusement, breaking me from my thoughts, "wh

s, my eyes flashing with a dangerous, cold fire. I walked past

heer force of my presence. I loo

e dripping with ice. "Y

y. "Bethany, wait! Where are you going? You c

replied, my gaze shifting to Knox. "Y

s own chest, genuinely bewildered

n against the club's matriarch," I stated coldly