Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Lottie

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Xander growled out. And half awake I frowned. What was Xander doing in my house when I was asleep? Had he let himself in after ghosting me all weekend?

“I didn’t do shit. She fainted. I followed the plan.”

Plan? My eyebrows shot together.

“Not my fault if-“

#

Killian. That voice belonged to Killian. My foster brother. The first and only boy I had ever loved,

It hit me in a rush. Where I was and with whom. I wasn’t at home at all, I had been at work and my boss had just tried it on with me again and Irish and stepped in like some leather clad avenging angel.

Only Irish was Killian and Killian was Irish.

My eyes snapped open.

“There she is.” Xander’s hands slid down over my hair as he smiled down at me. “Welcome back love.”

From his face I glanced to the left and met Killian’s blue eyes. And he stared right back at me. Arms crossed over his muscled chest.

His face was totally and completely unreadable.

I struggled to sit upright. To get as far away from those blue eyes as I could/possibly get.

“Easy.” Xander pushed me back down so my head lay in his lap. “You fainted and hit your head. Don’t go getting up too quickly.”

He sounded genuinely concerned for me but I kept glancing between the two of them. Friends and lovers. That’s what Xander had said.

Did that mean Xander had known who I was this entire time? Had he pursued me just to her Killian get his revenge?

And I had-

I swallowed the bile that rushed up my throat. The other night I had let them both- I had let Killian- I couldn’t even finish the thought.

“You-” pushing myself to sitting, my hand went to the back of my head and I grimaced. “You knew.”

I didn’t direct it at one person but boyh of them.

Killian nodded. “Yeah I recognised you right away. I was kind of surprised that you didn’t. I thought you said your soul would recognise mine anywhere.” His eyes crinkled at the edges. “Guess that was another lie.”

Xander shot him a look. “That’s not helping Irish.” He snapped before turning his attention back to me. “I only figured it out the ather night.

“Before or after-”

Chapter 27

Ashailmy erossed his face: “After. We spent the last few days figuring on what to do.” He glanced at Killian. “Trying to figure out what we wanted.”

I pushed myself to my feet. Planting my hands on my hips. I glared at him and tried to ignore the pounding in my head. “You.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “Wanted to figure out what u wanted?”

He shot another look at Killian whose shrug seemed to say I told you so.

“And what about what I wanted?” I asked seething.

“You seemed to want both of us the other night.” Killian chuckled.

There was a gasp from the staff, my coworkers listening in intently. I blushed scarlet.

“I thought you said you were her brother.” Wesley hissed. “This is seriously messed up.”

#

I couldn’t agree more. It was messed up. “We aren’t related.” I whispered. “We just grew up together. He was my-* again I faltered.

Killian chuckled again.

“Not fucking helping Irish.” Xander snapped and tried to reach for me. I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me. I’m out of here.” I stormed away.

“I don’t have to tell you not to come back.” Wesley called out after me. I ignored him, pushing my way into the warm summer air.

Not that I had time to enjoy the feel of the sun on my face.

“Well that didn’t go as planned.” I heard Xander groan. “In fact it couldn’t have gone worse.”

There was a pause where I heard them push out into the street after me but I didn’t turn around. Even though part of me wanted to. I wanted to see if he looked as downtrodden as he sounded.

Killians sigh was so familiar that I felt a familiar twinge in my stomach. “I know and I’ll make it right.”

picked up my pace.

“I promise Xander. I’ll bring her back and make her understand.”

Like hell he would. There was no understanding. They had both lied to me, they had both used me.

And they could both go to hell.

“Lottie stop.” Killians hand lashed out and caught me around the elbow. Pulling me into his firm chest.

“Get off of me.”

“Not a chance.” We chuckled. “You need to listen to me. Let me explain.”

“Explain what? How you I couldn’t help it, my eyes darted to his lips. “How you-

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