Page 63 of Reaper's Claim

I put my hand out for the bottle, and she handed it to me when she was finished. “Don’t we have cups?”

“It’s Aunty Amanda’s place, Abby, of course she has cups,” she scoffed at me. “But the bottle seems more…” She frowned.

“Normal?” I smirked at her with an understanding of what she meant. “So come on, tell me the real reason Trent called it quits.”

She sank down into a chair across from me and leaned her elbows on the table. “Ever wished you could take back something you had done?”

God, did I know that feeling. I nodded my head, “Yep.”

“You know how Dad came down and shit went down with Reaper?” She started to open up.

Though I wasn’t expecting this conversation to go in the direction of Reaper or Dad, again I nodded my head. “Yep. Reaper threw his patch in or something.”

“Yeah, well. When news got out about Dad not having a vice anymore, an unexpected visitor showed up at my front door.”

“Who?” A frown appeared on my face as I thought hard of who would appear or have the guts to show up here while Dad was on holiday.

Surely they would wait until he got back to the club before trying to get the vice patch.

“Trigger.” Kim’s eyes flashed with disgust. “After all these years, he just appeared!”

“On your doorstep,” I muttered. I knew that feeling; I had felt that feeling.

“Yeah.” Acid lingered in her tone and she reached for the bottle. “No hello. Or how are you doing? Or how’s the kid? No, just is your old man here?” She was quick to take a mouthful of vodka. “He didn’t even say hi.”

I opened my mouth to say something but not knowing what to say, I just closed it again.

“The most twisted part of it was that Dad welcomed him with open arms.” Kim shook her head with a hurt expression. “Just like that, everything was forgotten.”

“So Dad took him back?” I couldn’t believe that Dad would do it, especially considering I thought Trigger had been killed. I thought Dad was sure to have killed him by now.

“Did more than that.” With bitterness in her voice, she added, “Even invited him to stay here for the rest of Dad’s trip.”

“He moved in here?” My mouth hung open. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head, “Nope. He stayed in your old room. Dad managed to round up a bed for him.”

Suddenly I had one more reason not to want to move back into that room. “How long did he stay here for?”

“A week, but it was long enough to do damage.”

My mind started to click over the facts and the more I put together, the more I understood Kim and Trent’s break up.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him?”

Her lips turned into a sad smile. “I nearly did. I still can’t explain why I even thought about it. It was as if he pulled me back, you know? Like everything that had happened, hadn’t. I can’t explain it.” She dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “It’s like when I’m around him, I lose all sense of control, all sense of thinking. All this time I thought I had grown up, but just a few hours with that man and I’m back to making the same mistakes.”

The similarities between her relationship with Trigger and mine with Reaper’s wasn’t lost on me. I guess it is true what they say about twins; we are similar. Even when it comes to our men, we both seem to fall for the wrong type of guy.

“So Trent dumped you after you told him the truth?” I asked, and her head snapped up.

“No. Trent dumped me when he caught me kissing the stupid prick.” Rage filled her eyes. “It was a split-second mistake, and of course Trent walked in at the right time to witness it.”

“Well, that explains the trash comment.”

She sighed and nodded her head. “He said a few other good ones, too.”

“So what happened with Trigger?”

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