Temptation of a Victor (The Grim Reapers #3) Read Online Lexi Archer

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Grim Reapers Series by Lexi Archer

Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

The world thinks Gabe Pendleton can do no wrong, commit no sin. He is, by definition, a victor.
So am I. I’ve risen from the ashes of my past, and I’m a Grim Reaper myself now.
Further entranced in their world.
Gabe is so damn tempting, though, too tempting…
And I know I’m his Kryptonite.
All of the guys set my world on fire.
I’ve always been mesmerized by flames.
If I’m gonna crash and burn, they’re gonna crash and burn with me.



I’m in a bad way.

I really am.

My guys are still here, one of the only tables in my section to still have anyone, and every time I glance their way, I feel as if I can forget about all of the terrible things going on in my life.

But the moment I stop looking at Rob Blackwood and his slicked-back black hair and dreamy blue eyes, Ace Granger and his now-short dark hair and dark eyes, Gabe Pendleton and his longish black hair that falls into his green eyes all the time, and Zac Stryker and his auburn hair and light brown eyes, I can feel the pressure coming right back in, threatening to grab me and drag me under.

Or to drag me to hell.

My father. That man who threatened me. My mom falling for her bodyguard who is supposed to keep her safe from my father. The war between mafia motorcycle clubs that my father mentioned. So much shit.

I’m ready to combust. I really am.

“Are those hooligans ever going to leave?” Barb the hostess asks me.

“Do you want me to kick them out?” I ask her.

“I just want them all gone out of here so we can close up shop on time.” She yawns. “I’m exhausted. Been exhausted for what feels like forever.”

“Maybe have bloodwork done.”

“That might not be a bad idea,” she agrees. “You look a little worn yourself.”

"I just have a lot on my mind."

“You better not work yourself to the bone. You’re going to college, right?”


“Yeah, don’t work too hard. Study hard, but have some fun too. Maybe not with them.” She jerks her thumb over her shoulder to point to my guys.

I can’t help smiling. “They aren’t so bad.”

“Really? If you say so. When guys like that flirt with me, I just want to be left alone. I don’t trust ‘em, you know what I mean?”

“If you get to know them…”

“I see the way they keep glancing at you, looking at you as if you’re a rich, juicy slab of steak. They’re going to devour you whole.” Barb shakes her head. “Did you ever hear about Tabitha?”

I shake my head.

"Poor dear. She used to work here. Went to a nearby college. One of those regulars who comes in and flirts all the time used to hit on her more than most to the point that he was able to get her in bed. Maybe once, maybe a few times. I don't know, but she became pregnant. He refused to do anything for her. Claimed it wasn't his, but he still came in here, and I got his glass, and we got the DNA, and sure enough, Tabitha didn't lie, just like I knew she wouldn't. He still wouldn't help her at all. She had to move back home with her parents. Kansas. I wouldn't want to live there. No wonder she came to college here in Texas. Anyhow, my point is that you can't trust the flirts because they don't just flirt with you. They don't truly care about you. They want to be able to be wild and free and sleep with whoever they want, but if you dare try to hold them accountable for their accounts, they'll turn right back around and claim you were the one to be whoring around, unfaithful, and all of that."

“Does that creep still come here?”

“No, thank God. Last I heard, he moved onto another town because he knocked up another girl. He wasn’t the father that time either, but I think he suspected that I helped Tabitha, so he wants no part of the diner. Good riddance, I say.”

“Wow, seriously.” I shudder.

"But those four? They're good-looking enough, but looks aren't everything. It's what's in here that counts." She taps her fist against her chest twice.

“Barb, how are you?” I ask and then wince and shake my head. “I’m sorry. That’s rude.”

She laughs. “I’m older than I look. Wiser too. I didn’t want what happened to me to come to Tabitha. I got knocked up, too, and I actually married him. It only lasted two years, though. I wasn’t about to tolerate being married to an ass who couldn’t keep it in his pants, so I kicked him to the curb.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m doing the best that I can.”

“If you ever need a babysitter… I won’t charge you anything.”

“Thank you, doll. You’re sweet, but no.”