Page 47 of The Biker’s Guilty Pleasur

This made Reaper laugh. “Babe, you need to look into the mirror, because you’re fucking gorgeous. Second, I thought it was cute. Usually, women are throwing themselves at me. You didn’t. You were afraid, and you were angry, and it has been a long time since a woman has been so ... cold with me. Also, I think what helped was the fact you kept looking at me, even when you didn’t want to keep looking. That is what I found cute.”

“You were nothing like my parents said you would be. You even remembered everyone’s coffee order, and all the women seemed to adore you.”

“That’s because I am adorable.” He winked at her, and she threw her arms around his neck, and she leaned in close.

He loved this woman more than anything else in the world, and he knew how special she was, how precious. Reaper was just about to ask her to marry him, when he got a call. It was Lord’s ringtone. He learned long ago to never ignore his prez, so he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

“You need to come quick. I’ve got word that Cartright is coming and we’ve got the blonde, the flash drive, and a whole lot of shit headed our way.”

“I’m on my way.”

****

Grace didn’t know how they knew Cartright was on the way, but they had just enough time to make it back to the clubhouse. Reaper changed from his bike to a car Grace had never seen before, and he was given the flash drive, as well as Phoebe. There was no way they were going to be able to keep her safe with Cartright on the way.

She watched as Lord spoke to Reaper. The two men shook hands, and then Reaper climbed into the driver’s side of the car after securing her in the passenger seat. He turned over the ignition, and within seconds they were out of the grounds and turning right. Just after Reaper turned the corner, Grace heard the police sirens. Only, she wasn’t able to see them.

“Is everything going to be all right?” Grace asked, thinking about the club, the men, and the women. They had to be okay, because they had become her friends. Although that was a stupid reason. They should live because Cartright was in the wrong.

“Does that flash drive give you everything you need?” Phoebe asked.

Grace looked behind her at Phoebe. She understood why Reaper was so hesitant to trust this woman. There was a lot riding on this.

“Did you know Cartright enjoyed beating his wife?” Reaper asked.

“Yes, it’s like a secret that everyone knows.” Phoebe threw her hands in the air. “Why is that such a shock to you? Trust me, I didn’t want that man’s dick in my mouth, but I didn’t have a choice. That’s what he does. He corners you like a tiny little animal and terrifies you, and then he strikes.”

Grace had a feeling this woman was telling the truth. She dealt with dozens of women coming into the women’s shelter, and she could usually tell when they were being honest.

“He’s done a number on you, hasn’t he?” Grace asked.

Phoebe stopped ranting and looked toward Grace. “He’s made me hate lawyers, and trust me, I wasn’t too fond of them to begin with.”

“You wanted to be one,” Reaper said.

“Yeah, I wanted to be a good one, and Cartright is supposed to be a good judge, but he is as dirty as they come.” She wrinkled her nose. “Trust me, if I could have gotten out, I would have. Cartright’s evil and the fact people are afraid of him, including myself, pisses me off.” She let out a breath. “You have no idea how thankful I was when you came into that office, Reaper. It was the first time I have ever seen him terrified.” There was a moment of silence and Grace knew what Phoebe meant. Reaper had saved both of them.

She reached out, and took hold of Reaper’s hand.

“It still doesn’t change the fact Cartright knows you’re here. We’re on borrowed time.”

“So, the flash drive, does it really contain every little detail?” Phoebe asked. “From him hurting and abusing his wife, to the bad deals he’s made, to blackmail, and all that shit?”

Grace looked from Reaper to Phoebe, and back again. Reaper, after several seconds finally nodded his head, but she saw that he struggled. Phoebe fist-bumped the air.

“Here is what I think we should do,” Pheobe said. “We need to upload that thing.”

“Upload it?” Reaper asked.

“The whole world needs to know what kind of a monster Cartright is, but not only that, we need to show the deals he’s made. The beds he keeps jumping in and out of, all of it.”

“You don’t want to use this to get anything from him?” Reaper asked. “You have your own evidence, too. You could use that.”

“What?” Phoebe asked.

“You could use it to get some blackmail money, and find a way to escape this.”

“Fuck that. I want to bring this bastard down. I know what kind of monster this asshole is, and trust me, he would not keep to his word. The moment he could, he’d hunt me down, kill me, and take all his money back. Cartright doesn’t play to make deals, or share the wealth. He plays the game to win. Everyone else is collateral damage. Look at the way he was with his own wife and daughter. He’s not hoping to win her back. He’s not saying sorry for what he has done. He wanted his flash drive because he thought she had taken it.”