Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

10 years ago. Killian

The room was small but a hell of a lot nicer than the ones I’d been stuffed in before. There was even a clean smelling comforter on the

bed. I could smell it even over the stench of the plastic trash bag that held all of my worldly belongings.

It didn’t matter if the bag was clean, it always ended up making my stuff stink and I hated it. I hated the way the other kids used to bully

me because of it.

I was always the trash bag kid, the foster kid, the kid whose parents didn’t love me

I’d let all of those dig away under my skin right up until I turned into a teen and then I started fighting back.

Two years and countless foster homes later. I was no longer trash bag kid, but I was the troubled one. The one who was always in the

principals office fighting.

The one who was taken home in the back of a cop car.

Still I’d rather be that kid then the weak pitiful kid I’d been before.

And I only had to put up with it for a few more years and then I was free. And I already had a plan.

The tiniest of knocks on the door, like someone had tapped their finger tips against it instead of their knuckles scattered my thoughts.

“Yo.”

At least here, the family knocked. That was a nice surprise. The last two families I’d been out with didn’t have that kind of respect for my

privacy.

“Can I come in?” a delicate girlish voice called out. It definitely wasn’t the vice of a grown woman. The door opened a crack but no one

appeared.

“Sure.” leaning back on my hands, the first thing I saw was sleek dark hair cut a little above narrow shoulders and then the face of on

angel peeked around the wooden door.

I sucked in a breath.

“Hey. “She smiled sweetly. “Sorry I wasn’t home to welcome you to our family. I was at practice. I just wanted to say hello and introduce

myself. I’m Charlotte.”

Pushing open the door wider, she stepped inside and it was like I was floored by a sucker punch. My lips opened and closed but nothing

came out.

She was my age, maybe a little younger. A tiny little thing with her dark hair and a body tanned from the sun.

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The red and white cheerleader’s uniform seemed to be made for her. It matched the red bow at the top of her head and the bright wifle

smile spread across her face.

Never in my life had I ever seen anyone so cheery.

“Hry.” I averted my eyes quickly. Instantly going back to my brooding because it was my go-to.

“So-” Closing the door h eant against it. “Your Killian right?”

I didn’t answer her.

“I know this is all scary and new and -”

I cut her off with a growl. “You don’t know shit little girl and don’t pretend you know anything about my life.”

Her eyes widened. I expected her to rush out of the room and go and tell her parents. Then it would be back into a social worker’s car and

on to the next home. One that probably didn’t have a nice house like this.

I didn’t want to leave here before I gave it a chance. From what I had seen there were definitely worse places to live but sometimes my

mouth just went off before my barin could keep up.

“I mean-” I stuttered.

“You are right.” With a sigh she sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. “Of course we’re right, I don’t know a damn thing about your

life. I’m sorry.”

I could do nothing but stare at her in shock. “It’s ok.” I mumbled.

“No it’s not. Mom and dad just told me to be nice.” Angrily she ripped the box from her head, sending loose strands over her eyes which

she blew out of the way. I couldn’t help it, I smiled.

“This over the top friendliness is fake as shit.” She looked around quickly and my smile grew. It was pretty clear she wasn’t used to

cursing.

“Its ok.” I said again.

“No it’s not, I should just be normal. I’m Charlotte and I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you need anything then I’m just the next

room over.”

Twisting her body she turned towards me with an out stretched hand and after a seconds delay i took it. Closing my hand around it before

quickly letting it go but not before I noticed that every nail on her hands were painted pink apart from one pinky one which was black and

sparkly.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, rubbing my hand on my jeans.

“I mean I’m practically your sister right?”

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I reeled back from her, my face clouding up. “I have a sister-“I snapped back angrily. “I don’t need another one.”

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