Page 65 of Reaper's Claim

“You sure you don’t want Trent back?”

She stopped pacing the room and looked to be really thinking on the subject. Trent was good for her; I see that now. “He doesn’t get my heart pumping.” She finally looked up and met my eyes. “I want a man that challenges me and gets my heart racing with just a touch.”

“So no more university?” Here I was thinking I was going to head back.

“Nope,” A grin spread across her lips. “I have a much better idea for our future.”

“What, flirting our way to the top?” I scoffed.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I was thinking more along the lines of joining the family business.”

“You’re joking.”

“We’re good at stealing, lying, and making money. Time to face the facts; we are cut from the same cloth as our dad. So it’s about time we stop trying to go straight and start embracing our inner offender.”

“I’m not liking where this is going.” I really didn’t like where this was heading.

“Come on, get up. We’ve got shit to do.”

“It’s nearly two in the morning!” I pointed out to her as she pulled me up off my chair. “And where the hell are we going?”

“Getting you out of working with Jenkins.” She swiped the car keys from the hook, which I then took off her.

“You aren’t driving.”

“Such a downer.”

“One of us has to have some sense.”

“Can’t we do this in the morning?”

“It is morning.”

I groaned, stepping out into the cold night air. “This is one stupid idea.”

“Well, you’re the one who did the stupid thing and started working for the scum.”

“I don’t see why this can’t wait until I’ve slept off this…” I lost my words trying to recall what I was thinking. “You know what I mean.” I clicked my fingers at her.

She shook her head at me but kept walking, which told me there was no way I was getting out of this.

Chapter 23

Abby

Parts of the night were a blur, but some memories were crystal clear. Kim’s plan of getting me out of work with Jenkins involved screaming up and down his street and banging on random doors.

Which led to us being chased by a grumpy old man with a baseball bat, and it ended with Kim and me hiding in a rose bush.

There were a few things that I had never experienced and some I had neither intended nor wanted. Passing out with rose thorns stuck to my legs because my drunk sister thought it was a great idea to hide in a bush of roses was one of them.

I cringed, pulling out the last thorn.

The morning really wasn’t getting any better.

“Where am I?” Kim groaned while holding her head.

“My place.”

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