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

money for names. I can guarantee that Acid will have given this man Matilda’s name. If he goes after Matilda, he’ll want his money and he’ll do anything to get it.”

“He won’t kill her, not if he wants his cash,” says Lake.

“It’s more about saving face. Cobra made him look weak by stealing drugs and money and then disappearing.”

“I get that we caused this by ending Cobra, but do we really care? It ain’t our problem,” says Rock.

“It’s our problem,” says Riggs firmly. “She’s Blade’s ol’ lady.” The guys all turn to me, some smiling, some patting me on the back and congratulating me. “She’s also carrying his kid,” he adds. “At the minute, she’s safe, but we need a plan before he finds her.”

“Fuck, brother. I’m sorry,” says Rock. “I didn’t realise.”

“Neither did he,” jokes Lake.

After church, I call Tillie again. This time, she answers. “Where are you?”

“Why are you calling?” she asks coldly.

“Don’t be like that, Tils,” I mutter. “We’re gonna be okay,” I add.

“There is no we. You really think that your weird behaviour is okay?” she snaps. “You think it’s okay to yell at me, then just pack your shit up and leave me alone in a hotel then leave me a voicemail telling me we aren’t over?”

“I understand you’re upset,” I say.

“Upset?” she repeats. “I’m not fucking upset, I’m angry. Every time I think we’re getting somewhere, you do some random shit like disappear on me. Well, I’m done. I’m not putting up with it anymore. We’re over.”

I shake my head even though she can’t see me. I’m tired of this drama. Why can’t she see I’m doing this for her own good, trying to keep her safe? “We’re not over. Couples argue all the time, Tillie. It’s normal. I left to give us some space and to sort the shit out with Acid. If I’d have told you I was leaving, it would have caused another argument, and I’m so tired of arguing with you, sunshine.”

“We’re in a new relationship, we shouldn’t need space,” she screeches. “I’m not getting into this. If you can leave Scotland with no explanation, I can end things with no explanation.”

“You ain’t ending anything. We’re together. I’m gonna sort Acid—”

“We’re over!” she screams, cutting me off.

“You’re pregnant,” I say and the line goes silent at her end. “Four weeks. So no, Tillie, we ain’t over. Far from it.”

“I’m not pregnant. I told you it wasn’t my test. I did one to prove it,” she says.

“Yep. The one I have in my pocket that tells me you’re four weeks pregnant. It’s why I came here to end this war with Acid and the Cobra MC. I can’t leave London and you can’t live in Scotland with my kid, so I’m gonna sort this out and then you’re gonna come home and we’re gonna raise our kid together.”

The line goes dead. She’s hung up on me. I curse and redial her number, but she doesn’t answer. The door opens and Sara stops dead when she sees me. “Oh.” She looks back over her shoulder like she’s escaping someone.

“Going somewhere?” I ask.

“Just getting air,” she mumbles. Her phone flashes in her hand and she holds it to her chest. I take it from her, ignoring her protests. Tillie’s name flashes up and I answer, pressing it to my ear.

“Hurry the hell up. He just called me and threw a spanner in the works. I’m at the end of the road,” says Tillie. I disconnect and keep hold of Sara’s phone.

“Let’s go,” I snap.

“She’ll freak if she sees you.”

“Do you know how much fuckin’ danger she’s in right now?” I growl. “There’s men looking for her. Acid passed her name on to pay off Cobra’s debts,” I yell. “So we’re gonna go get her before she ends up dead! How the fuck did she even get back here so quick?”

“She didn’t think the Acid thing was that serious,” gasps Sara. “She took her mum’s car.”

“I didn’t want to scare the fuck out of her. I took her to Scotland for a reason!”

“She called me upset, saying you’d just left. What was she supposed to think? Jesus, you bikers are fucked up,” she mutters. “You never just say what you’re thinking and it makes shit far too complicated.”

“I’m about to say exactly what I fucking think, don’t worry about that!” I snap, heading out the club gates.

Tillie is standing at the end of the road, her arms folded and a pissed expression on her face. She glares at Sara accusingly. “I didn’t tell him,” she says, holding up her hands. “He took my phone when you called.”

“You’re a stubborn ass!” I growl.

“And you’re rude and arrogant!”

“We’ll talk about this back at the club,” I hiss as a car slows nearby. The last thing we need is an audience.

“I’m not going to the club!” she snaps.

The car stops on the opposite side of the road. Its blacked-out windows are making me feel uneasy. “We need to go, now,” I mutter.

The driver’s door opens and a large man gets out and opens the back door. I groan. This isn’t going to be good. “Fuck you,” snaps Tillie. “I might be carrying your kid, but that doesn’t mean I have to do as you say.” She’s oblivious to the man staring at us with a grin on his face.

“You’re pregnant too?” gasps Sara.

“Looks like we both screwed up,” mutters Tillie. I resent her seeing my kid as a fuck-up, but now’s not the time.

“Sara, this is very important. Walk off like you’re mad at us. Go back to the club and tell Riggs that Viktor Petrova is here. Stay calm, don’t look around,” I whisper. Both girls stare at me, alarmed. “Now,” I growl.

She does as I ask just as Viktor crosses the road towards us, making a show of fastening his suit jacket. “Fuck you, Blade!” she snaps, turning on her heel and stomping away.

“Mr. Archer,” he says, staring at me with cold blue eyes. “Ms.