Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (reading e books .txt) 📕

of Puck walking over, carrying an empty platter. She was trying to miss bumping into him when a loud scream reverberated off the walls.

Puck jerked at the sound, dropping the platter to reach behind his back. Seeing the metal when the back of his shirt came up had Ginny dropping the bowl to grab his arm before he could pull the gun out.

“Who in the fuck hit my bitch!” Killyama screamed .

“Don’t shoot her!” Ginny shrieked, trying to be heard over Killyama.

Seeing his wife was about to get shot, Train grabbed Killyama around the waist and, in one motion, turned around, protectively placing himself in front of his wife in case a bullet went off.

Puck jerked his arm away. “Woman!” he roared. “Don’t you know better than to reach for a man’s gun when he’s rea—”

Ginny opened her mouth to apologize when Gavin tore her away from Puck and began strangling him.

“Don’t you ever raise your fucking voice to my wife!”

“Gavin! Stop it! You’re hurting him.” Ginny hit at Gavin’s back when he didn’t release Puck. “Let him go!”

“Reaper, let go!” Viper roared from the other side of the counter.

Gavin slowly released Puck, who fell back, gasping for air.

“Are you okay?” Ginny frantically tried to move around Gavin to see if Puck had been hurt.

“He’s fine. I barely touched him.”

Ginny placed her hands on her hips. “Tell him you’re sorry.”

Attempting to see for herself that Puck was all right, Reaper pulled her away, but not before she saw Puck give Gavin a one handed “fuck you” behind his back, while his other hand was on the mark Gavin left on his neck.

“He’s sorry,” Ginny told him.

“No, I’m not.”

“Move. I don’t need you taking a bullet for me,” Killyama yelled at her husband, moving around him. “Bitch, I want the name, and I want the fucking name now!”

“Name?” Her mind was still on Gavin and Puck. She motioned to Gavin. “You know Gavin. Oh, you mean Puck. You haven’t been introduced to him yet?” she asked in confusion.

Killyama lunged toward her, and Gavin blocked her protectively.

Shocked at her reaction, Ginny stepped back, deciding once again it might be safer to talk to Killyama later when she wasn’t so emotional.

“Little bitch, you take one step for that door, I’ll call Sex Piston.”

Ginny felt the blood drain from her face. “Is she as mad at me as you are?”

“What I’m feeling is going to be nothing compared to how Sex Piston is going to react when she sees you!”

Ginny poked her head around Gavin’s arm to look at her friend. “I had to do it, Killy. You would have done the same for Train,” she pleaded for her friend’s understanding. “We got him. Allerton’s in jail.”

“Who. Is. The. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Who. Hit. You!”

“Oh …” That was what she was so upset about? “Allerton.” Ginny relaxed when Gavin became the focus of her fury.

“You didn’t kill the son of a bitch?” Killyama ranted at him.

“I tried.” Gavin folded his arms over his chest, not budging from standing in front of her. “Ginny wouldn’t let me.”

Ginny gave Gavin a dirty look for throwing her under the bus.

“If you calm down, I’ll explain to you why I couldn’t let Gavin kill him.”

“Bitch, all I can say is it better be good.”

Going down the hallway, Ginny gave Gavin the cold shoulder. Entering the bedroom, she went into the bathroom to change into the outfit that Killyama brought over for her to wear until Silas came over with her clothes. She had also loaned her some makeup to cover the bruises on her face.

Shutting the bathroom door, Ginny removed her clothes, then stepped into the shower. Pointing the showerhead down so she wouldn’t get her hair wet, she was lathering the washcloth with bodywash when Gavin stepped into the shower, shutting the door.

“Go away. I’m still mad at you.”

Gavin took the washcloth from her to soap her back. “What for?”

“For strangling Puck and telling Killy I wouldn’t let you kill Allerton.”

“Puck shouldn’t have yelled at you, and you should have let me kill Allerton.”

“Puck was angry only because he was afraid I’d get accidentally shot when I wouldn’t let him grab his gun to shoot Killyama.” Ginny pulled her hair to the side so it wouldn’t get wet. “And we can’t let anything happen to Allerton until I find out what happened on Clindale.”

“Puck wouldn’t have shot Killyama. He was right; you shouldn’t have touched him when he was going for his gun. My issue with him was him raising his voice at you. It was also a lesson for everyone in the club not to do the same. I’m pretty sure you’re going to get on their nerves before we can get our house built. And lastly”—Gavin moved closer to her, sliding the cloth around her hip to the front of her waist, the movement pressing her back against his chest. There wasn’t a time that his touch, however innocent or sensual, failed to bring back the excitement she had felt the first time she stroked his jaw—“when I’m done with Allerton, he’s going to pray for death.”

Ginny turned in his arms to circle his neck. “Wild man, relax and let the FBI finish the job.” She ran her hand over his tattooed shoulders, luxuriating in the feel of Gavin’s skin under her palm. “We’re safe and sound at home.” She could feel the coiled tension in the muscles that rippled under his flesh as if he was holding himself back.

“You haven’t told me you love me today.” Gavin jutted his jaw out like a three-year-old ready to have a hissy fit.

Ginny feathered a kiss over his heart. “I love you.”

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t want you cooking and cleaning while you’re staying here.”

Her lips trembled over his skin at his arrogance. “I will help out whenever I see the need. I thought that was the rule, and everyone has to help out if they live