Page 155 of Reaper's Claim

“I’m not leaving Dad.”

“It will only take a minute, I promise.”

“Your promises don’t mean shit.”

Tension started to fill the air, and I was sure everyone was feeling it.

“Go, Abby. I’ll come get you if Dad moves or opens his eyes,” Kim said, trying to defuse the tension.

“Fine.” I dragged the plastic chair back and stood up, walking past him and out the room.

What could he possibly have to say to me? Yell at me some more?

He followed me out, closing the door behind him.

“Wanna walk with me to the waiting room?” His voice was softer, kinder. I glanced at him and he sure as hell looked a lot less stressed compared to last night.

He might have calmed down, but that didn’t mean I had. He had hurt my feelings, and I felt like a damn two-year-old admitting it.

“What do you want, Reaper?”

“You normally call me Kade.”

“You hate your first name.” I crossed my arms and kept stride with him.

He lightly grabbed my arm. “Not when you say it.”

It was like I was dealing with a completely different person compared to last night.

“What do you want?” I pressed when we entered the empty waiting room.

He sighed. “I need you to go see this Sebastian kid.”

“Thought it was club business now.”

“Abby.” He growled my name, using it as more of a warning. “Don’t be difficult.”

“You know what, Reaper? Maybe that is what I want to be, after how you spoke to me last night.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“No, you didn’t, and I don’t want to hear it now.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you’re holding onto it.”

“Maybe I just don’t like being spoken to like a piece of shit.”

“If you weren’t being so difficult, I wouldn’t have had to pull you in line.”

“And what line is that? The line of a President’s daughter? Am I only allowed to talk when spoken to?”

“Abby, stop it; you’re being stupid.” Annoyance flickered across his eyes.

Normal people would be scared of Reaper. His dominating strong shoulders, strong jaw line, everything about him just caused women to look at him. So it didn’t surprise me when two nurses were openly checking him out.

For fuck’s sake, why was I jealous?

He’s a prick. A stubborn, annoying, selfish prick. I crossed my arms.

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