Reaper & Lil Manic (A by K.L. SAVAGE

Author:K.L. SAVAGE [Savage, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Reaper's Rise, Reaper, Ruthless Christmas
Publisher: Ruthless Underworld LLC
Published: 2021-07-12T05:00:00+00:00

The clock has officially struck midnight, and Reaper is nowhere to be found. To say I’m disappointed is an understatement. I’m devastated. Any hope I had for us is gone. All the guys are in the main room of the clubhouse, ready to go out, even Boomer, but no one can get ahold of Reaper.

Tongue pushes his way through the crowd, and he gives me a tight smile, one that’s filled with bad news, I assume. I fidget, rubbing my hands down my new dress. It has a leather bodice and laces up the back like a corset. The bottom is flowy and lands just above my mid-thigh. My blonde hair is platinum now and in long waves cascading down my back. I’m wearing the cherry lip-gloss I know Reaper loves so much.

I’m all dressed up and no Reaper to impress.

All this effort for nothing. I don’t even want to go out anymore. I just want to lay in bed, put on sad, sappy music, and cry myself to sleep like the hopeless, love-drunk fool I am.

“He’ll be here,” Tongue says as he stops in front of me. I know he is only saying that to make me feel better because everyone knows that Reaper’s not going to be here, or he would be here already.

I’m eighteen, according to the clock.

Something I thought Reaper and I were both counting down.

Tongue slides his hand around my shoulders and tucks me into his chest. “It’ll be alright.” Tongue has become my best friend here, other than my brother, and it’s a big deal. I don’t take his friendship for granted. Tongue doesn’t get close to people, he doesn’t talk much, and there is a reason for that; something he has trusted me with. I’ll take to my grave what he told me because it seems like the only other person I can trust here besides Boomer is Tongue.

“I thought it would be different. I thought—”

“I know. All of us did too.” He kisses the top of my head, and tears burn the back of my eyes. If Reaper wanted to rip my heart out, all he had to do was tell me. Ghosting hurts so much worse. People sometimes beg for others to talk to them, but not me; I know when someone is speaking with their actions.

And Reaper is shouting it loud and fucking clear.

A loud whistle rips through the air, and the heavy metal blaring from the jukebox dies down. A low murmur runs through the crowd, and Poodle stands next to me, handing me a drink. It’s a beer. I wanted to go out tonight and try some new fruity drinks since all they have here is whiskey and beer, but I guess that isn’t happening.

“Excuse me!” Boomer stands on the table with his arm wrapped around Candy’s waist. Yuck. He can do so much better than that.

Everyone gives their attention to him; a swarm of black leather cuts stand still at attention. Boomer isn’t part of the club yet.

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