Page 34 of The Biker’s Guilty Pleasur

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Lord was pissed.

The club was pissed.

Rather than tell him to quit the woman’s shelter, the judge had pissed them off enough to tell him to keep on going. To not stop. To not give up. They were not the type of men that got bullied into doing what others wanted.

Reaper didn’t like it. Cartright could make their lives even more difficult.

In the past twenty-four hours, several of the guys had already been pulled over in a random search. No reason at all, but then one of the cops had decided to bust the taillight on one of the bikes. This pissed them off. They knew when to hold back, not react, and wait until the right moment arose.

“Okay, well, are you sticking around?” Grace asked.

“I’m still pissed,” he said.

“Then we can be pissed at each other together, and think of all the fun we’re going to have doing it.” Grace tapped his chest. “We’re both at fault.”

He couldn’t argue with her, but he had swung by her apartment and saw the mess they had left. She didn’t ask him how he got into her apartment, and that was maybe a good thing, as he didn’t have a key. He didn’t like how easy it was to get into place.

“I better go. We’ll talk more later?” she asked.

He agreed, and waited for her to walk off, before heading to find Heidi. She was coming out of a bathroom, wiping her hands on a paper towel as she did.

“Reaper,” she said.

“Hello, Heidi, I don’t suppose you and I can have a talk?” he asked.

“Sure, sure, what is this about?” she asked, taking a seat in front of what looked like a very cold cup of tea.

“You want a refresh?” he asked.

“No, I don’t want to be wasteful.”

“You think taking your time to drink tea is wasteful?” He watched how uncomfortable she got.

“Some people believe that leaving things like the lights on, or wasting money is entitlement,” Heidi said.

“Some people, or your husband?”

Heidi’s head jerked up. “I didn’t say it was Franklin.”

“Let’s cut the crap, and both admit that your husband is an asshole,” he said.

Heidi looked pale and he noticed how she glanced around the room as if she expected him to come out of the woodwork.

“You’re afraid,” he said.

She jerked her head back toward him.

“What exactly did this asshole do to you?” Reaper asked, and it was hard to keep his anger under control.

“You don’t understand. It wasn’t always his fault. He is a good guy. He’s a good person and people take advantage of him because of his money, and he has to do the things he has to do.”

“If he’s so good, why did you run away?” Reaper asked.

Heidi’s eyes went wide. “I ... I ... couldn’t take it anymore.” Tears filled her eyes. “He kept telling me how his life was, and that he was so important. I’m not good. I’m a whore, and I ... he would hurt me and I would never be able to see my little girl again.” She started to break down and cry.

He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder and as he got close, that was when Heidi whispered to him. “There is a lot about him people don’t know. He has people killed that get in his way. Cops do his bidding even when it’s illegal to do so. I know the law, and I know he has hurt a lot of people.”