Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Killian

She was on a date, with Mr prim and proper. The kind of dude that spent hundreds of dollars on a hair cut and probably had doctor

before his name.

The asshole was definitely the kind of man her stuck up parents would have chosen for her. Some pretentious prick who whored around but showed her off like some kind of trophy. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much. I had always known the kind of man she would end up with and it sure as he would have never been me no matter what she said back when we were kids.

It didn’t bother me, I told myself firmly. Well maybe a little bit on Xander’s behalf. Because I knew he liked her and I watched her flirt with him. He thought he was in with a chance and I didn’t want to break it to him that Charlotte just liked to pretend to rough

That was the only reason I had followed them, or at least that’s what I was telling myself as silent against the wall next to my bike and watched them drift by me. A dog attached to a leash in each hand.

They were the perfect fairytale couple and it made me physically sick.

It was bad enough knowing that she was out here probably enjoying her life and quite another to see it in the flesh.

In fact I had seen just about as much as I could stomach for one day.

Her happiness was nauseating and if I had to watch him make his puppy dog eyes at her one more time I was going to march over there and blow my cover.

That wasn’t something I planned on doing yet. Lottie as everyone called her now would realise I was back when I ruined her life and not a second beforehand.

It hadn’t been easy trailing them without drawing attention to myself and there had been a few times when I had thought she had spotted me. She even looked over once or twice but then the worry drifted from her smiling face because like the fool she had always been she thought she could get away with anything she wanted just because she was pretty.

Oh boy was she in for a rude awakening.

They were coming to the end of their walk, leashes slack in one hand and over flowing hot dogs in the other, they chatted together like – well not like a couple and that was strange to me. They looked like a couple but there was no spark.

Not even a flicker between them.

“Charlotte.”

My head snapped up and I narrowed my eyes as I scanned the street. Finding them standing right next to his car. Which was just as pretentious as he was.

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Prick.

Correction, they weren’t standing next to the car at all. She was awkwardly leaning against it and he was sort of trapping her there with his body. Between them a dog started barking. Clearly had picked up on the tension between them just like I had.

I straightened before I could stop myself.

“Ive had such a good evening with you.”

The man’s voice was quiet so I edged closer so I could hear better.

“I have as well.” Charlotte said smoothly. She was lying though. Even from this distance I could hear a familiar reflection in her voice. “And I think we have got lots of interest for the dogs.”

My eyebrows shot up. What the hell was she talking about?

“Forget about the dogs.” Mr douche canoe reached for her face and she moved it away quickly. “You have to know I’ve been interested in you since the day you started with us. I mean come on-” He gestured to her, like that explained his words and in a way it did. But I knew Charlotte well enough that she had never liked being wanted just for her looks. She always craved the “Deeper”

connection.

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

“Look at you.”

“Look at me?” her voice shook. “Whats that meant to mean Dr asini.”

I rolled my eyes again. Of course he was a doctor. I guessed right. I was betting her parents had set them up and were creaming in their panties that their precious daughter was going to be a doctor’s wife.

“It means you’re beautiful and I’m interested.”

I almost laughed out loud. Fuck he was a moron. One of those trust fund types who thought all women wanted was their money. They thought they could get any girl they wanted with it.

I had no doubt in my mind that Charlotte was a gold digger but she’d never been into the preppy guys.

Oh no my foster sister liked her men a little more dangerous than that.

I watched as she slowly straightened, “Well I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impresion but I’m not.”

“You’re not?” he parroted back. Completely confused. “Waht do you mean your not. Come on Charlotte no one in work needs to know. It can be our little secret.”

He reached for her again, one arm wrapping around her waist so he could tug her into his body.

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I took another step forward without meaning to.

“Please let go of me.” Charlotte’s voice began to shake.

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