Page 157 of Reaper's Claim

“Nope.” I crossed my arms. “The boys are handling it now.”

“Which means they’ll be knocking on my old man's door soon.”

“Most likely.”

“So why did you come here? I know that kiss was something, but I didn’t think it was good enough for you to turn your back on your club.”

“It wasn’t, and I’m not. I’m here under club orders.”

“What, to give me a warning?”

“No, to find out who really gave you that beating.”

“It was a drunken fight I picked in a pub. Sorry, the story isn’t more eventful.”

“You lost badly.”

He cracked a grin, “Yeah, I fucking did.”

Sighing, I leaned back in the chair, feeling some stress lift from me. “Did they break much?”

“A few ribs, swollen face, as you can tell.”

“Could be worse then.”

“Yeah, they could have broken my arm or leg, I guess. Still, hurts like a mother fucker.”

“The ribs always do.” I remembered when I broke one of mine when I was little. I fell from a tree that I wasn’t meant to be climbing, and Dad was so mad.

My stomach twisted thinking about Dad. God, I wanted him to wake up.

“So why are you in the hospital? Apart from visiting me, of course?” Sebastian asked, his face covered in pain for a moment when he moved.

I doubted he would care, hell, he would most likely be pleased to hear it. Still, I found myself wanting to tell him.

“My dad had a heart attack.”

“Shit Abby, how bad?”

“Bad.” My voice croaked with sadness. “He still hasn’t woken up.”

“You should be with him, not wasting your time up here with me,” Sebastian said kindly. “I know I’m charming and all but seriously, you should be with your dad.”

“I will be. I just had to check on you first.” I forced a small smile.

“Hope he recovers.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Nah, I do.” His voice was serious, “Nothing worse than losing a parent.” He sounded to be speaking from experience.

“Thanks.” I got up from the chair. “Hope you recover quickly, Westbrook.” I patted his leg, and he tried to give me a charming grin.

“Yeah, same to your old man, Harrison.”

I opened his door and slipped out.

Well, that was handled. Now it meant I had to report back to Reaper. Well, maybe I didn’t have to do it face to face.

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