Page 64 of Reaper's Claim

“I told him to leave.” A mournful tone spread into her words. “So he did. He told me he was sorry for screwing up my fresh chance.” Tears began to fill her eyes. “And now look at me. I’m failing university. My friends, who all sided with Trent, won’t have anything to do with me, and now I’m crying over a man that couldn’t care less about me.”

I reached out, placing my hand over hers. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Trigger has always cared about you. He wouldn’t have come here if he hadn’t.” Was I stupid to encourage their relationship? I really didn’t know. All I knew was I didn’t like seeing the pain of a broken heart in Kim’s eyes.

“He hasn’t even called me.” She wiped her tears away. “Not once.”

“I’m sure Dad is keeping him busy.”

“I’m sure the club whores are keeping him busy.”

I bit my lip, knowing that it could be a possibility. Trigger loved his women, though Kim always seemed like his favorite.

“So what do you want to do?” I gave in. “Do you want to go back home?”

Her face was void of expression, giving me no insight into what she was thinking. Finally, she said, “I just want to get drunk, and then tomorrow I want to start a life without him in it.”

All this time she had been living a life without him, but it still felt to her that he was there. I wanted to slap myself for doing the same bloody thing.

I had always thought in the back of my head that Reaper and I would end up together. That I would be able to trust him again, and he would get over his pride and want me as his.

“Sounds like a good idea,” I agreed. She had to get over Trigger, and I had to get over Reaper.

I couldn’t keep letting myself be dragged back to him. All it took was one look at him, and I was his to do with whatever he wanted.

It was time I stopped being so self-destructive.

Kim reached behind her and picked up another bottle of vodka. Handing it to me, she said, “Well then sis, let’s drown our sorrows.”

***

“This shouldn’t be how it is, ya know!” Kim pointed her empty bottle at me “We are the Harrison sisters. Men should be falling down in front of us.”

I laughed at her while shaking my head at her ridiculous claim. The alcohol had loosened my lips, which meant I had spilled everything about Reaper, right down to what happened earlier.

“You know what we should do.” Kim jumped off the table, which she had been parading on. “We should get them back.”

My laughter dried up immediately. “You’re kidding, right? What happened to let’s better ourselves and move on from them?”

“Screw that.” Kim shook her head, “Trigger is the best lay I’ve ever had.”

“Way too much information.” I scrunched my nose up, shaking my head.

“So you don’t want Reaper back?” she challenged me.

“He isn’t good for me.” Even with a blurry mind caused by alcohol, I knew that. “And he doesn’t want me. He joined the Vikings, remember?”

“Please, once you have him wrapped around your finger, he’ll ditch them.”

“I don’t think it is as easy as that.”

“Well, he left Dad’s club, didn’t he?”

“Because of me.”

“Because of Drake.” She was quick to correct me. “I think it is time we started doing what we do best.”

“What you do best. I was never into skank.”

“But you seem to have been doing it so well.” She smirked at me, crossing her arms. “So what do you say? At the very least, we have to show them what they are missing.”

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