Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Melody

I went through the motions. From the second I stepped foot into the bar, one of the ones that had kick started my career I’d plastered a smile on Giggling and talking to people who acted like I knew them.

I played the part, but inside I was dying. Screaming at myself that should have taken the out, and asked for help from the biker with the kind eye scary bike. But I hadn’t.

Fuck, I hadn’t and there was no escape now.

I was contracted, locked into-

Sitting on a wobbly bar stool on the stage, my voice faltered, my fingers missed the chord and my eye clashed with his as he sat at the bar and wat

Whilst the dance floor in front of me was full of screaming fans, and couples gyrating to the sound of my voice. He just sat there. Motionless, the fu of beer in his hand and an unreadable look on his face.

And he was younger and more handsome than I had first realised. Not that it mattered now. It wasn’t like I could jump off the stage, run to him and him to take me away from this life.

Could I?

The professional smile slipped from my face and my voice failed completely. Nothing but a croak coming out.

Shit.

Silence fell. The kind of quiet that was filled with sounds but didn’t feel like it.

From the opposite corner of the bar, my manager’s head snapped up, he stepped around the woman he had bee clearly in “conversation with to care and my stomach twisted.

He wasn’t going to be happy, and an unhappy Mike knew just how to make me feel like shit. He’d blame me even though I had littasty begged fall way few hours ago to let me take the night off and rest my voice.

It wasn’t my fault. It was his. Not that any of that would matter I was about to be slated all over social mesta it might hav

Fuck, opening my mouth i ined to sing again and this time it hurt. My whole throat felt like tacos blades were city day up

“Is she going to sing or

womeone muliered angrily from the owl

Mike took a step forward

Trata prickled my myor this was bad really bad

“Here” The voice was slavelly All deep with a ide of twenty a day in my true up I want the bakery clear this ches

“Drink

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Confyred 4 let my eyes drop from his ruggedly handsome face to the hand he had thrust in my direction.

Water.

He was offering me water.

Trembling I took it, and grimaced. I couldn’t even unscrew the cap. With a sigh he took it from me and opened it. Then lifting it to my lips he let

The entire time his eyes didn’t leave my face. Kind, gentle eyes that didn’t seem to belong to his hard face.

“Better?” He asked when I began to dribble the water down my chin. Opening my mouth he silenced me with a shake of his head.

“Don’t talk, save your voice. Just nod or shake your head.”

Smiling weakly I tried not to look at the crowd staring at us. Or Mike who was scowling at me like he did back when we were dating and a fan came

to me.

Only I didn’t think the man in front of me was a fan at all. He didn’t seem to know who I was.

“Do you need more?”

I shook my head. There was a pause.

“Does he hurt you?”

He asked it softly but I couldn’t help the way my eyes darted to Mike’s angry face. He followed my gaze and frowned. “I’ll take that as a ves

Furiously I shook my head. Mike could be cruel but he didn’t hurt me in the physical sense. He just worked me to death.

He made it so my dream had become my nightmare.

“No, if he hurts you I can make him stop.”

I shook my head again. I wanted to scream no. Mike was so many bad things but he didn’t deserve a beating from some hulking buka

Keaching down I touched his muscled forewarn and drew his attention back to me Shaking my head back and bath way that we al

face

“You don’t want me to hurt him?”

“No” Fomaked “Please don’t

One thick finger hooked under my shin and titted my chin up so I had me but to stare (0) by The land get out of here

“Yes”

I blinked rapidly in shum I hadn’t even heleted I had past send yes with a beag way com

For a heart beat he stared at me

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“Yes, I mean back in high school the boys had dirt-”

A laugh rumbled his chest. “Not even remotely the same kind of bike bit it will do. Come on?”

Offering his hand I stared at it and then I let him pull me to my feet and across the dance floor towards the door.

“I don’t have a spare helmet.” Next to his bike he span me around. “Or protective gear and it looks like it’s going to rain so you will have to wear r

Without waiting for an answer a helmet was placed on my head, next came his leather waistcoat which I was sure was called a cut. It swamped my

Taking a step back his eyes swept over me and a grin curved up his lips, and made a dimple pop in his cheek.

“It looks good on you. You sure you want to do this?”

He was giving me a chance to change my mind.

Behind me the bar doors slammed open.

“Mel, what the fuck are you doing?” Mike’s angry voice screamed behind me.

I didn’t turn around. Grabbing hold of my unnamed bikers shoulders I swung my leg over his monster of a bike, quickly wrapping my arms around his middle as he started the engine with a roar.

“Mel, what the fuck are you doing?” Mike screamed again as the bike took off towards the road.

I didn’t look back but a giggle escaped my lips.

What was I doing?

I was running away with a biker,

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