Page 47 of Reaper's Claim

“After that.”

“What?” I had no idea what she was trying to get at; it was too early for this shit.

“You called him your brother.” Her eyes flicked to Drake, “Is Reaper your brother?”

Drake looked reluctant to answer. He exhaled slowly. Looks like my little brother was scared of her.

“Yeah, it is true.” Drake shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, Abby, never came up.”

“Never. Came. Up?” She looked like a raging bull and was across the lounge in a flash, and for once, her anger wasn’t directed at me. “Really, Drake?! It never came up. We were together for a YEAR!” She shoved his shoulder.

“HEY!” Drake grabbed her hand and stood up. “You never mentioned your old man being fucking Roach.”

“Well, it just never came up,” she snapped at him, ripping her hand back. “I can’t believe you.”

“You haven’t changed, have ya? Still taking your hormones out on people.” I rose up. Her sharp blue eyes locked with mine.

“You can go tell Dad I’m not coming back. So piss off, will you?” she snarled, rage flashing across her eyes.

“Not going anywhere.”

“Leave.”

“He isn’t going anywhere,” Drake piped up while also taking the empty glass from my hand. “He is moving in.” Drake turned back around, pointing a glass at Abby, “And as you agreed to move in last night, I guess I should really introduce the two of you, seeing as we are all housemates now.”

Fuck. Me.

“What did you just say?” We both said it at the same time, causing us to share a glance.

“Oh come on, brother, she’s hot and a good cook.” He winked at Abby. “And Kade is good to have around, Abby. Everyone thinks twice having the Reaper behind ya.”

He could say Abby was made of fucking gold, and my opinion of her wouldn’t change.

“I can’t live here with him.” Abby shook her head. “Sorry, Drake, but I’ve changed my mind.”

“Abby, come on! What’s the problem?” Drake pleaded with her.

“The problem is he works for my father.” She shot me a hot look over her shoulder. “I don’t trust him.”

“Well then problem solved!” Drake grinned and then handed me a refilled glass. “Reaper isn’t a Satan’s Son anymore.”

“What?” The edge in her eyes had softened as she turned to look at me. I noticed the way her eyes searched for my missing vest. “What happened?”

I threw the drink back and handed Drake the empty glass. “Nothing to do with you.”

I wouldn’t tell her shit. She would gloat. She would love to hear how I just gave my whole life up for her.

But at the end, it wasn’t her fault I walked, it was me. I chose family over the club.

“I’m going back to bed; wake me when your whore is gone.”

I left the room, not giving a fuck about the hurt in Abby’s eyes. A taste of hurt would be good for her. She had caused me enough pain, and it was about time she got some.

Chapter 17

Drake

I always had a habit of screwing a good thing up, and Abby was a living example of that. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she read one of those novels of hers on the old couch in the shed. She was the type of girl that didn’t mind hanging around the shed. I learned early that as long as you gave her one of her old books, she is happy to be anywhere.

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