Page 117 of Reaper's Claim

Which meant no Dad around.

Which meant Trigger and Kim had the whole place to themselves once I step out those gates.

“The prospects are here,” Kim snapped.

“Yeah, because they are really allowed inside and all.” I rolled my eyes. She was kidding herself. We both knew that her night was heading in one direction, and that was Trigger’s bed.

“Reaper didn’t go.”

I froze on the spot and slowly turned back to look at her.

“Kim, please tell me you are joking?”

Her grin turned into an evil smirk. “Not joking. He stayed back to straighten out the books or something.”

“Darn it, Kim! Why are you only mentioning this now?”

“Because I thought it would be funny to see your reaction, and it was clearly worth it.”

I groaned immediately. Kim and I couldn’t leave the clubhouse freely at night. It was just a protective thing Dad put in place. The only way we got around it was if we were going out with someone else.

But it wasn’t like I could go up to Reaper and be like, ‘hey, can you let me out the gate so I can go on a date?’

“Guess your night plans just got squashed,” Kim smirked at me before leaving the room.

I groaned again. Not only had I just spent an hour getting ready, but now I had to go and suck up to Reaper to get out.

Great. Just great.

The chances of me heading out tonight were zero.

Chapter 50

Abby

I took a sharp breath in, straightened up, and walked into the kitchen where I knew Reaper was.

I was not letting him ruin my night. I would not let him control me. I repeated this over and over in my head until I laid eyes on him, then my mind just went blank.

He sat frozen in one of the kitchen chairs, glass in one hand and smoke in the other, and he was just staring at the bottle in front of him.

Suddenly, if I made it out didn’t seem to matter as much.

“Are you ok?” I stood across from him.

His drunk, smoky eyes slowly drifted up in my direction.

“You look nice,” his alcoholic tongue said while he refilled his glass.

Had I missed something important that would turn the stone cold Reaper into this mess in front of me?

“Again, I repeat, are you ok?” I attempted to get eye contact with him, but his eyes were glazed over from the liquor. “Kade?” I dipped my head to his level.

His expression was distant, but it was the glaze that covered his eyes that concerned me.

“You’re heading out, Miss Harrison, don’t let me stop you,” he mocked and slid his key to the gate across the table in my direction.

Still, something within me stopped me from reaching out for it. I had the heels on, the short clingy dress, the beautifully curled hair and makeup were done perfectly. I was ready for a night out. Yet my heart wasn’t ready to leave Kade sitting like this.

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