Page 109 of Reaper's Claim

Sorry.

Did it even fix it?

Why do people think they can do awful things and then just throw asorry at the end of itlike all is forgiven?

I found myself counting my breaths. I didn’t want to yell at him, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him either.

So I did the next best thing. I deflected.

“Have you seen Reaper?” I asked in an unemotional tone.

He eyebrows arched. “Why?”

“He owes me something?”

“Money?”

“No.”

“A ride?”

“No.”

“Then what does he owe you?”

“If you must know, answers.” I crossed my arms defensively. “So do you know where he is or not?”

Dad let out a big grunt. “Should have expected that,” he muttered more to himself before he walked around me and into the boardroom.

I turned sharply, “That didn’t answer my question.”

“Tell me the question you want to ask him, then I’ll tell you where he is.”

“Screw it. I’ll find him myself.”

And I had every intention to until his rough grumpy voice stopped me.

“He’s in jail.”

“WHAT!” I couldn’t believe he had waited that long to tell me! “What the hell for?”

Dad’s eyes weren’t judging me, but the look within them told me whatever he was thinking about was me. For a split second, his lips twitched into a small smile.

“He laid a few punches on a man, police got called, no big deal. He’ll be out by tomorrow.”

“No big deal.” I stared at him blankly. It sure as hell was a big deal! “I’m going to see him.”

“And I didn’t expect you not to.”

I spun on my heels, striding throughthe common room and collecting my handbag off the table as I headed out the door.

Reaper knew better than to throw punches, especially at people that weren’t part of the brotherhood or underworld.

That told me that the citizen he hit really deserved it.

“ABBY!”

I spun around, seeing Dad following me. “When you get back, we are talking about last night.”

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