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

of mobsters and bikers. Nothing will happen to her here,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You brothers have gotta lighten up. You’re killing my mojo.” I pull out a strawberry twist and bite off the end, winking at a woman as she passes, smiling at me seductively.

“Your mojo?” repeats Lake.

“Yeah. I’m ready to get back out there. Find a woman and take her home,” I say, grinning.

“Where d’ya get the liquorice?” asks Cree

“It’s the last of my stash,” I say sadly.

“You’re hooked on that shit like an addict to cocaine,” mutters Cree.

“He’s addicted to that like he’s addicted to Tillie’s pussy,” adds Lake with a grin.

“I am not fucking addicted to no woman. I’m free and single. Not like you bitches,” I say, wandering into the crowd of beautiful women. I can do this. I live for this. This is my playground.

TILLIE

I’m so relieved to find the bathroom has no queue, I almost pee myself with delight. I rush into the first cubicle and sigh happily the second I sit on the cold seat. There’s a thud in the next cubicle and I freeze. I’m one of those women who panic and overthink, and right now, I’m certain there’s a murderer right next door and he’s just killed a woman.

“Oh fuck,” groans a female, and I smirk to myself. Someone’s having a good night.

“It’s too cramped in here, Sunshine.”

I bristle at the sound of Blade’s panting voice. I hear the cubicle door open and the pair fall out into the bathroom. I lift my feet and wince. What the fuck do I do now? And he called her Sunshine, the fucking bastard!

“It’s soft,” pants the woman. “You want me to go down there?”

“No, give me a minute to warm up,” he pants, and the sounds of their kissing fill my ears. I screw my face up in disgust. I sit for another few seconds and then my mobile phone shrills to life and I grit my teeth, glaring at the screen angrily, trying desperately to shut it up. I cancel Sara’s call and take a deep breath. I’m not hiding in the toilet. We’re not together, so he isn’t doing anything wrong.

I run my fingers through my hair, take a deep breath and unlock the door. They don’t notice as I step out of the cubicle. Blade is all hands, grabbing every bit of flesh he can find, and she’s scratching her fake nails down his back. I turn the tap on full and it splashes out, splattering Blade’s back. “The fuck,” he hisses, turning around. He catches my eye in the mirror and I go about washing my hands.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “Didn’t realise it came out so fast.”

The woman seems oblivious to our exchange and continues to kiss his neck in a manner similar to a vulture eating the last remnants of flesh off a bone. I move to the hand dryer right beside the pair and turn it on. The woman rubs her hand over his crotch and groans, “Ooo, baby, you’re solid,” she pants.

He glares at me, then shoves her hand away and storms out of the bathroom, leaving her looking bewildered. She turns to me and I shrug. “Save yourself the drama. He’s riddled with STDs,” I say. “He’s in here with different women every weekend.” She stares at me, horrified. I give her a smile and leave.

I’m hauled against his rock-hard body the second I step out of the bathroom. He pulls me into an office, where a man who I assume is the bar manager looks up. Once he sees it’s Blade, he leaves us alone. “Why did you have the bathroom when you could have used this office?” I ask, running my fingers along a bookcase. “Your first dates get worse.”

“You can’t turn up at places where you know I’ll be,” he snaps, and I glare at him.

“Wow, you love yourself and it’s a huge turn-off. I came here tonight because Eva promised me you weren’t coming, so it’s you who’s shown up where I am.”

“The least you could do is stay out of my way and not ruin my night by cockblocking me!”

“Please,” I huff. “I saved her. I have to help out when I see a sister in trouble.”

He narrows his eyes. “You dumped me, Tillie.”

“And you called her Sunshine,” I snap, needing to get that little bit of information off my chest. “That’s a shitty move.”

“It’s just a nickname. It doesn’t mean anything.”

I don’t know why I expected him to give a meaningful answer, but the fact he brushes off the nickname he gave me hurts. “Forget this,” I mutter, heading for the door.

“Tillie, wait,” he says with a sigh. “I don’t want it to be like this between us. I hate fighting with you. It doesn’t feel right.”

“Blade, you don’t trust me. If you did, you wouldn’t have ruined what we had and accused me of running to the cops and giving information. What you should be doing is finding out who did go to the cops. Because if it wasn’t me, then someone else knows.”

Chapter Eleven

BLADE

Doesn’t Tillie think I’ve gone over it? Each time, I come back to the same person—it has to be her. Whether she meant to or not, she’s clearly told somebody. No one else knows. There is nothing tying that guy to me, and with only me and Tillie there, why would the cops come sniffing around me?

Tillie leaves and five seconds later, Riggs storms into the office. “You’re back quick. Is Anna okay?”

“The guy,” he snaps. “The one Tillie is dating. What’s his name?”

I shrug. “Erm, his name is Ethan or Ewan or something like that. Why?”

“Ethan Rowley. DCI Ethan Rowley,” he says.

“I fucking knew I recognised his face!” I growl. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. She just lied to my fucking face.

Rage soon follows and I head for the door only for Riggs to stop me. “I’m already on it. She’s about to get