My head pounded with an agonizing hangover, and it felt like a thousand screws were twisting into my skull. In other words, a usual morning. After the Reaper visit last night, I’d hit the bar and downed half a bottle of Jack. Ryker sat next to me at the bar, sipping a whiskey and water, eying me with concern as I put away shot after shot. I was fucking pissed off, and hammered out of my mind when I’d decided it was time to leap on my hog to get Holly. But Ryker stopped me. “We figure this out tomorrow,” he’d said, “Reapers ain’t gonna find her at her parents’ place tonight. Can’t risk a rumble in town. And never fucking ride wasted.” The idea of her out there, alone and exposed fuckin’ enraged me. But he was right. Holly was safer where she was. I hated that I felt so damn protective of her. It was dangerous. I’d stumbled back upstairs to my room, glass in hand. There was no sign of the slut I’d bedded earlier, but I didn’t give a fuck. I passed out cold. And now I was paying for it.
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