Page 40 of Reaper's Claim

“Dad, be nice,” I hissed up at him.

Dad grunted something then looked over at Reaper.

“So why are you two here so late?” I looked at the clock behind them, which had just ticked three in the morning.

“Fucking police pulled us over on the way here. Went over the bikes then took us back for every fucking test known.” Dad walked over to the couch and slumped into it. “Getting too old to be on the bike that long.”

“Dad, don’t be silly. You aren’t even that old.”

I looked over at Reaper. “So are both of you staying here?”

“If that’s alright with you.” Reaper’s eyes were sharp and deadly. The hate within them really threw me.

“Um, yep, fine with me,” I muttered and looked back at Dad. “So Trent and I might just go back to bed then seeing as you two aren’t burglars.”

“Righteo.” Dad nodded his head. “Night, Abby baby; see you in the morning.”

My eyebrows shot up immediately. “Abby? Did you just call me Abby?”

I couldn’t be sure if I was insulted or just really pissed off that Dad had thought this whole time I was Abby.

“What, are you going by your full name now?” Dad challenged me, pulling his boots off.

“No, I’m going by Kim.” I placed my hands on my hips. “Because that is my name!”

“Kim?” Dad’s eyes shot wide, and he was quick to get up, pushing my blonde bangs from my forehead. He looked into my eyes for a few moments before he grinned. “Darn baby girl, didn’t recognize you without the red hair.”

“I’ve spent most of my life blonde, Dad.” I rolled my eyes. “Now that this is cleared up, I’m going to bed with my boyfriend.”

Dad looked stunned but nodded his head.

I shot a glimpse in Reaper’s direction, and that hatred that had been in his eyes moments before was completely gone. Looks like he and Abby had some unfinished business, which really stirred my interest.

“Kim, just one thing.”

“Sure, Dad, what?”

“Where is your sister?”

I dwelled on that question for a moment. I knew that wherever she was, she was up to no good and would be on the arm of one Drake Collins.

“You really don’t want to know. Night.”

I walked away, still holding Trent’s hand. I wasn’t going to blow the lid on Abby; she could face Dad’s outrage all on her own. She would need that attitude when she went up against him.

Chapter 13

Abby

Drake and I were far from Romeo and Juliet. What we had was dark and if anything, downright sinister. I hurled my handbag into the backseat of his car, and he started up the engine.

“You been shopping, babe?” Drake asked.

“No, what makes you ask that?”

“Haven’t seen that bag before.” He indicated into the street.

“It’s old.” I glanced across at him. “So where are we going again?”

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