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

I can live like this forever. You’re just haters because you miss this life,” I say.

Leia joins us, holding her new baby against her chest. Motherhood suits her. Chains kisses her and takes the baby. It’s weird as fuck to see him with a kid. “I wouldn’t swap this life for yours,” he says. “I have everything I need right here.”

“You just haven’t met the right woman,” says Leia. My mind automatically thinks of Tillie, but I crush that thought straight away. Yeah, she’s hot, but she ain’t wifey material and I ain’t met a damn woman yet who comes close. She’s in my mind cos I haven’t managed to get her in my bed yet. I need her out my system so I can forget about her and move on.

I step out for air because being around my brothers and their ol’ ladies is becoming depressing. Charlotte steps out after me, smiling seductively. “You avoiding me?” she purrs.

“Hell yeah. You turning out to be Lake’s little sister was not in the plan, kitten,” I say.

“I never did thank you for helping me find my brother,” she says, stepping closer and placing her palm against my chest. I hesitate before removing her hand.

“No thanks needed. You’re off-limits being Lake’s sister.”

She pouts. “A biker with morals?”

“A biker who loves his balls attached to his body,” I say, smirking. I head out of the club to avoid temptation. Riggs needs to get us some new girls around here.

Chapter Three

TILLIE

The shop door opens and I lift my head from the counter. It’s been a long week and making it through to Friday’s been a hard slog. I’m greeted with a huge bouquet of flowers, and a voice from behind them says my name. “Yep, that’s me,” I say.

The delivery guy places the bouquet on the counter and pokes his head around with a huge smile on his face. “Sign here,” he says, thrusting a clipboard at me. I sign the delivery note and hand it back.

“Nobody sends me flowers,” I mutter,

“You’d be surprised how many times I hear that a day,” the guy says, grinning as he leaves.

“Whoa, when did we turn into florists?” asks Sara as she places us each a coffee onto the counter and touches the petals of a beautiful pink lily.

I pluck the little white envelope from the bouquet. “For me,” I say, waving the card at her.

She rolls her eyes. “Travis must have cheated,” she says, arching her brow.

“He can’t cheat, we’re not together, remember.”

“You’ve been hooking up for longer than the maximum period to still class as just hooking up. When months turn to a year, it’s a relationship.”

“Christ, don’t say that,” I mutter, ripping open the envelope.

I read the note, and my eyes widen. “Oh my god,” I mumble.

Sara snatches the note and reads it aloud. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” She turns the card over. It’s blank. “It doesn’t say who they’re from.”

“I’ve got a secret admirer,” I say.

“Do you think it’s the biker?” she asks, and I shake my head. He doesn’t seem like the flowers and romance type of guy. “I’m so jealous.”

I spend the rest of the afternoon smiling, because who doesn’t love flowers? It was the boost I needed to feel good. A bit of male attention is just what I need right now to help me move on from Travis.

We get home and I pour us each a large glass of wine. We’ve decided to hit the town tonight and celebrate my new secret admirer. Sara’s spent the day going through my social media accounts to try and figure out who it could be. All I know is, if he treats me to flowers that probably cost my month’s rent, then I want to meet him.

“Wear the short dress you got last week in the sale,” suggests Sara.

I hold up the dress and screw my nose up. “It’s short, too short.”

“Then why’d yah buy it? I’ll wear a short one too,” she pleads, and I sigh. Give me shorts or jeans any day, but dresses make me feel uncomfortable. I bought it in a moment of madness. “Wear ankle boots if you’ll feel less weird,” she suggests.

An hour later, we’re out the door and heading for our favourite wine bar. It’s still a little early and the bars are filled with office workers celebrating the weekend. I spot Travis and groan. “Why’s he in here?” I whisper, ducking into a high-walled booth. “He doesn’t usually drink around these parts.”

Sara goes to the bar so I can stay hidden. I watch Travis and I’m not surprised when a blonde female joins him, kissing his cheek and taking his hand. This is exactly what I needed to see to make me realise he uses me. It’s not like I didn’t know it, but seeing it with my own eyes is a reality check. When Sara returns, I nod to where Travis is now thrusting his tongue into the girl's mouth. “What the hell!” she hisses, standing.

I tug her back down. “Leave it. We’re not together and I was doing the exact same thing a few nights ago.”

A man approaches the pair and shakes Travis’s hand before walking off. It’s a blatant drug deal. That explains why he’s in the high-end bar—he’s catching the workers who are looking for some light relief after a hard week in the office.

“He’s such a scumbag,” mutters Sara.

“One I am rid of,” I add. “Here’s to no more shagging Travis.” We raise our glasses and take a drink.

“I’ll remind you of this moment when you want to drunk call him later,” adds Sara.

I finish the wine. “We need to go elsewhere so I don’t bump into him.”

I spot him walking my way with the girl, hand in hand. He’s passing my booth when his eyes land on me and he drops the girl’s hand quickly. “Tillie,” he mutters.

“Did you send her these?” asks Sara, holding her phone near