Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Lottie

Everything had been going so well right up until Wesley had trapped me against his car and forced his lips on mine.

I knew he liked me, it had been pretty clear all day that he did but I had thought I’d also made myself clear..

Obviously i hadnt because now his mouth was on mine and he tasted of mustard and i fucking hated mustard, almost as much i

hated having a mans mouth on me that i didnt want.

“Hey, we have a problem here?”

Wesley scooted away, and threw an angry glance over his shoulder to the man who was standing just behind him. A man in a black

hoodie pulled up over his head, and a skull printed bandana pulled across his lips and nose.

That was strange, it was the height of summer. There was no need to be so covered up, unless-

My eyes raked across the leather cut. It had the exact same insignia as Xanders had. He was a Lost Reaper.

Using the momentary distraction to slip away from Wesley, I scrubbed the back of my hand across my mouth.

“Screw off this doesn’t concern you.” Wesley puffed his chest out uselessly. The guy, the biker, wasn’t as tall as Xander but he

towered over Wesley. Out classing him in both weight and height. Plus there was a dangerous air to him.

His whole aura seemed to scream dont fuck with me.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Blue eyes swiveled in my direction. “I was talking to her. Is there a problem here?”

“No-” I shook my head and stammered. “No there’s no problem, just misunderstanding and-”

Wesley reached for arm. “You heard the girl.”

Blue eyes narrowed into slits, they took in the hand clamped around my arm and then slowly drifted to his face. If looks could kill

then Wesley was about to drop down dead. “Pretty sure she’s a woman. Lottie isn’t it?”

I blinked at him in surprise.

What? How did he know my name? I was sure I’d never met him before. Except fuck execpt there as something familiar about him. Especially the way he said my name.

“You know him?” Wesley turned his accusing eyes on me.

“Nah.” The newcomer spoke for me. Cutting me off before I could even open my mouth to speak. “But me and her,” he cocked a finger between the two of us “Have a friend in common. And he would hate to see her messed up by an asshole like you.”

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“Messed up, I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want me to do.”

Mr blue eyes cocked his head to the side. “See from where I’m standing, it looks like she doesn’t want to be touched by you, so do us

all a favour and let go of her arm.” His voice dropped to a low dangerous whisper. “Before I make you let go of her arm.”

Under his tan Wesely paled. His hand fell to his side. “You’re her neigbour.” He spat.

“Sometimes.” This time when he shrugged, it gave off an air of complete and utter boredom. “Anyway, give the map his dog back

Lottie and get yourself home. This date is over,”

“It wasn’t a date.”I said quickly and passed the leash to Wesley.

“I don’t really care.” Another shrug and he walked away. It was like he was done with the whole situation. I couldn’t help myself.

took a step after him.

“Are you seriously choosing a biker over me Charlotte? I’m your boss.”

I paused. So did the biker in front of me. He threw a look over his shoulder like he was curious to see what I would do.

“If you go with him then you can kiss your job goodbye.” Wesley threatened but I’d already begun walking away before he had

started talking.

Men like Wesley made me sick. I should have followed my instincts and told him to get lost when he turned up at my door.

I matched down the street until I got to the biggest meanest looking bike at the curb and that was where I waited.

“Can I help you?” biker boy came to a stop next to me. His oh so blue eyes moving up and down my body and crinkling at the

edges so i knew he was smirking at me.

“I don’t have any way to get home.”

“And that’s my problem, how?” giving me a wide berth he swung his leg over his bike and started the engine. So the roar of it

drowned out my next words.

“Please-”

“Do I look like a fucking taxi service to you?” he swore gruffly.

I blushed. “Well no but-” I bit my lip. His eyes tracked the movement and darkened. “But you’re Irish right?”

Slowly he nodded but it was like he didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah I guess that’s my name now.”

I frowned. What did he mean by that?

“Xander said you would help me if I was in trouble.” I spread my arms out wide “And I’m in trouble. I didnt bring my credit card so I

can’t uber and I really don’t want to go back there and beg douche bag malone for a ride home.”

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