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“Can you come too? We should finish that conversation from before.” I didn’t have to add anything else than that for him to know what I was talking about.

Dad was sick. Right now would be a perfect time to strike an attack on his club. I wouldn’t have them going in blind. They needed to know the details, and if Vivien’s dad's threat was serious, then that made it more important that I tell them.

I wished I could have talked it over with Kim first, but right now she couldn’t deal with any more worry or stress. I had to handle it myself.

So I was going to, by telling the two men I trusted everything I knew.

Chapter 64

Abby

“All this time, you said nothing.” Reaper spoke harshly to me. “What the fuck were you thinking, keeping this shit to yourself?”

I had told both of them everything I knew; well, everything Kim and I had known. It was fair to say I was getting the third degree for keeping my mouth shut.

I crossed my arms and stepped out of a nurse’s way as we stood in the passageway outside Dad’s room.

“Keep your voice down or we’ll be thrown out,” I hissed back at him.

He scoffed loudly, but it was Brad’s intense, furious eyes that had me feeling like I was trapped.

“I’m telling you now,” I defended my actions.

“Because your old man is on his fucking death bed and you’re feeling guilty.” Reaper ripped through me, not caring about my feelings. “You’ve started a shitstorm.”

“No, I found out about a shitstorm.” I corrected him and forced my emotions back. I wouldn’t let Reaper see me scared.

“Do you know who gave the kid the beating?” Brad asked, and I shrugged my shoulders in response.

“He’s a dick of a guy. Sure he has an arm length of people wanting to give him a beating.”

“So while Abby was being threatened, what the fuck were you doing?” Reaper turned to face Brad.

It wasn’t Brad’s fault. The last thing I wanted was to turn brother onto brother.

“There wasn’t much he could do,” I stood up for him.

“Back down Abby, don’t need you defending me.” Brad turned to face Reaper head on. “You got something you wanna say, brother?”

“Just saying if someone was threatening Abby openly in front of me, they wouldn’t be walking out of the hospital but getting a bed instead.”

“Would you two stop it?” I snapped in between them. “Fighting between yourselves does nothing. I wasn’t hurt; it wasn’t a big deal. Now can we just focus on what we do next?”

“Nothing.” Reaper’s eyes flickered back to me. “You do nothing. This is club business now.”

“Oh, really, and how is the club going to handle it when the President is in the hospital and the Vice President is a dickhead?”

Reaper narrowed his eyes at me.

“Not your concern.”

“It is my concern because I have to go to school with these arseholes.”

“The threat will be handled, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“You say that, yet I still don’t believe you.”

“Learn your fucking place!” Reaper roared down at me, taking a dominating step over me. “You don’t get a fucking say. You aren’t a member. We put up with you because of your old man and guess fucking what, right now he’s lying on his back, and the only place you have the right to be is by his fucking side. So back the fuck off and get the fuck in line, Abby.”

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