Page 135 of Reaper's Claim

“No.” I crossed my arms. Fuck it. I wasn’t sugarcoating it. “If anything, shit got serious. They know. Which means it is only time till the club finds out. Then we end up with our throats cut and our house shot up.”

“I love how you place the house shooting at higher importance than our throats being cut,” Sebastian piped up.

Dad’s expression hadn’t changed. His normal hard expression remained. “Get rid of the girls before they open their mouths. I don’t care how you do it. Just get it done.”

And just like that, Dad turned his back and walked out. Turning his back on us and the problem. He expected me to handle this. Well, I was done handling it.

“I’m done. My way didn’t work, as you pointed out. So you deal with it,” I snapped at Sebastian and then stormed out.

If Dad was so concerned about his trade through the universities, then he eventually has to step up and deal with it; till then, Sebastian can deal with it.

I was done.

Abby

I wouldn’t say the week had been uneventful, but it had been a long one without Reaper around. Not that I was telling him that. I wasn’t giving him that to hold over my head.

But my week was coming to an end as of now, and I couldn’t stop the grin as I heard their bikes ride through the gates.

“You could at least pretend not to be jumping for fucking joy that he is back.” Kim gave me a sideway glance. “Dad’s going to pick up on you two being together.”

I rolled my eyes. “He won’t be picking up on anything because I’m telling him myself.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you insane?”

“Questioning my sanity levels when you’re back with Trigger?”

“I’m not back with anyone.” She glared at me. “We’re just friends.”

“With benefits.”

“Depends what you class as a benefit,” she muttered under her breath, clearly not expecting me to hear.

“Didn’t expect you girls to be down for tea tonight.” Dad sat on a bar stool, beer in hand.

“Why?” I walked towards him to sit beside him. “We get hungry too, you know.”

Dad’s eyes locked with mine. “Sure, that is the reason. You and I need to talk, girly.”

I swallowed the needles of nerves; he only called me girly when I was in trouble.

“Can we do it after tea?”

“No.” He put his beer down. “Now. Come on.”

I glanced at Kim, only to see her smirking. Great, well, she wasn’t going to help me.

I remained silent while following him across the room and into his office. I did a quick run through my mind, and I couldn’t think of anything I had done to piss him off.

Nope, nothing. Couldn’t come up with a thing.

He closed the door and I still remained silent, taking the seat across from his giant chair.

“You better start talking, girly.”

“About?”

“Why you’re chasing the Reaper.” He drew out a long breath. “I’m not blind, sweetheart.”

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