Taming Blade (Kings Reapers MC Book 5) by Nicola Jane (mini ebook reader TXT) 📕

the docks. The name and address on the piece of paper he passed to Chains before we ended him was definitely Matilda’s. The shop was the exact address. Anyway, it’s not like I can raise him from the dead to ask him why the fuck he was watching her. Maybe he had a thing with Tillie’s mum and thought the kid was his?

“You visit them often?” I ask.

“Not as often as I’d like to. Mum works shifts at the hospital and Dad is manager of a warehouse. With me running the shop, it doesn’t leave much time for weekends in Scotland. And I’m saving all the money I make so I can open my own bar one day.”

“You wanna open a bar?” I repeat.

“A cocktail bar. I’ve got my eye on a small place, but the rent is crazy. A girl’s gotta dream,” she says. “What about you? Where are your parents?”

“No parents, no siblings, just me and my brothers in the MC.”

“Everyone has parents,” she says, looking confused.

“Not everyone has good parents that they bother to talk about,” I reply dryly. “My family is here with the Kings.”

She shuffles down the bed some more until her head hits the pillow. “You have no blood relatives?” she asks.

“None worth mentioning. Frankie’s a mum to everyone here.”

I watch as her eyes drift closed. Her dress is so ridiculously short and there’s no way that’ll stay covering her. I grab the sheet and carefully pull it over her. Maybe I should text Lake and tell him to give me the heads up once he’s done with her friend. Having Tillie sleep in my bed isn’t a good idea. She might see more into it. And I’ve never had a woman sleep in my bed unless I was buried inside her. Even then, I’d kick her out rather than sleep beside her.

I find myself shuffling down the bed until I’m face to face with her. I watch her sleep for a while, wondering if Cobra really did produce such a beautiful daughter, or if he didn’t, and the man who raised her claimed the dad title, does Tillie know he isn’t her real father?

I open my eyes, seeing daylight shining through the window, and I frown. I usually wake early, when it’s still dawn. I glance at my alarm clock—nine a.m. That’s a first. I turn to my right and see Tillie still sleeping beside me. She gets more and more beautiful every time I look at her. As if she feels me watching, her eyes flutter open, and she sits up suddenly and looks around the room. “Shit, I slept here?”

“Looks that way, Sunshine,” I say casually.

She lifts the sheet and gives a sigh of relief when she realises she’s still clothed. “Thank god.”

“Ouch. Way to make a guy feel good.”

She grins at me. “Sorry. I’m trying to be a better version of myself. Sleeping with you, or any one-night stand, isn’t in the cards.” My eyes fall to my morning wood and hers do the same. She sniggers. “If you had a girlfriend, you’d have someone to sort that out,” she says.

I grip it through my jeans and she blushes. “There’s plenty of women around here to help me with it, but seeing as you’re my guest, I thought I’d treat you to breakfast the Kings Reapers way.”

Downstairs, in the dining room, it’s chaos. The kids of the club are running around. Cree and Eva are tucking into Frankie’s amazing pancakes, and Riggs is sitting at the head of the table, stony faced. He’s fighting his own battles, so it’s not unusual to see him looking pissed. Leia is rocking baby Grace in her arms and I sit Tillie beside her. “Leia, this is Tillie,” I say, taking the seat next to Tillie.

Leia smiles. “I saw you here last night. Does that mean you stayed the night?” Her eyes flick to me and she smirks.

“Yeah, but I didn’t fall for his charm,” says Tillie. “We slept fully clothed.”

“Blade, you must be losing your touch,” says Leia.

Frankie places some more pancakes in the centre of the table, and adds, “It’s about time you met a woman who called you out on your bullshit.”

Lake and Chains join us. “Where’s Sara?” asks Tillie.

“She got a cab home in the early hours,” says Lake.

Tillie pulls her phone from her bag. “Crap, I hope she got home okay.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine. Eat something and I’ll run you home,” I say.

Tillie stands. “It’s fine. I can get a cab. It was nice meeting you all,” she says, smiling, before she heads for the door.

“And you, Tillie,” says Leia.

Chains glares at me. “Tillie?” he repeats. “Wasn’t that the name Cobra gave us on the paper?” This gets Riggs’ attention. I dive up from the table and follow after her before things get heated. I can deal with the grilling I’m about to get later.

Chapter Five

TILLIE

Blade insisted on driving me home. It’s another chance to get on the bike so I didn’t put up much of a fight. When we roll to a stop outside my house, there’s a guy on the doorstep with another huge bouquet of flowers. It’s the same delivery guy as before.

“You’re very popular,” says the florist as I approach. He hands me the flowers, but Blade snatches the card and rips it open while I sign for them.

“What’s it say?” I ask, trying to peer at the note. He moves back so I can’t see.

“I hope you enjoyed your weekend,” reads Blade. He stuffs the card back in the bouquet. “It’s a little weird that he knows your address.”

I hadn’t even thought of that. I glance around like my mystery man is gonna pop up. “You think he might be dangerous?”

Blade shrugs. “I just find it creepy. Why wouldn’t he put his name or a way to contact him?”

I hand my keys to Blade and he unlocks the door. He follows me inside