Reaver has always been a little weird, a little strange, okay MORE than a little of each. His psyche cracked right down the middle a long time ago. He holds the official title of ‘Treasurer’ for the Sacred Hearts MC but he’s much more than that. He’s the club’s enforcer, the one they call on when things need to be done quickly, quietly, efficiently and have no traces left behind. Which is good for Reaver, very good, because it keeps the monster inside his head satisfied and in check for the most part… but then Hayden Michaels entered the picture and Reaver decided that he wanted much more.
The day was supposed to be the happiest day of Hayden’s life, instead it left her crushed beneath a pile of emotional rubble. Is it any surprise that Reaver would be the one to pull her from the emotional wreckage left behind? Sweet, funny, caring Reaver with eyes like the bluest winter skies and a smile that left her breath hitching every time he turned it on her. Trouble is, Reaver has a darker side, one that he has never given Hayden any illusions about. Will it be something Hayden can handle? Or will the cracks his psyche contains be the cracks in the dam that crushes her under a river of never ending pain?
“Oh, no, he didn’t‒” I said.
“Yeah. Yeah, he did, buddy.” Trigger sounded murderous but he was going to have to get in line; I called dibs on putting the hurt on this asshole. Hayden looked like she was desperate… no… more like, she was drowning. She stood stock-still, her green eyes showing way too much white and I couldn’t stand it. I had to save her, but fucked if I knew how to rescue someone from something like this.
I pushed out from the row where Trig and I were seated and he had my six all the way up the aisle. Ashton was standing just behind Hayden, her golden eyes wide and incredulous as some of the douchebag groomsmen behind the douchebag groom started cracking up. The silence crept in on me and it was all I could do to leave my knives where they were. I felt like putting somebody’s eye out. Trigger and I reached the front and I gently handed Hayden over to Ashton, Everett, and Shells.
“Take her inside,” I told Trigger’s Sunshine Girl and she nodded a bit rapidly. Hayden’s eyes were welling with tears and it simultaneously cracked my heart in two and aroused me. God, she was even prettier when she cried.
And then there was Reaver.
Reaver, who looked at me every time as if I mattered, who bent over backwards to keep me happy, to keep me safe all while knowing that I belonged to another man. Reaver, who pushed me in all the right ways to work through the ugly inside my head, who took on my burdens as if they were his own. Reaver, who saw the real me and not my daddy’s money, who didn’t care about my daddy’s money!
Reaver, who harbored such deep and ugly hurts mine absolutely paled in comparison, who held a dark and sordid monster inside his head and did everything in his power to keep it in check.
Dangerous, attractive, cracked, and scary Reaver, who killed men and liked it.
No, not quite. He’d said that hadn’t he? That he liked the ‒fear‒ part of it. Not necessarily the killing… although maybe some of that too. The way he’d described the path of the knife… I shuddered involuntarily.
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