In Bed With The MC President
I just gave a jerky nod, keeping my head down, and shoved past him toward the office.
“Friendly.” I heard him mutter as I passed.
I practically fell into the office, slamming the door behind me and leaning back against it, gasping for air.
The office was quiet.
Reaper was sitting behind the desk. I thought he was outside. I didn't know when he come back.
He looked like he just came from a race, messier than me.
He was staring at a spot on the wall. A glass of whiskey sat untouched near his hand. He wasn't wearing his cut. He looked… hollowed out. Like something had reached inside and scraped him clean.