Page 72 of Reaper's Claim

“Point taken, brother.” He gave me a tight smile.

“You coming back to this charter or heading back east?” Trigger wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “We could use another man at the table.”

My head snapped in the direction of loud laughter. Immediately, my stomach swirled with jealousy mixed with pure rage.

Abby and Kim looked like every biker’s wet dream. They could barely be told apart now, especially since Abby was not top heavy anymore. It didn’t help that they both were wearing the same tight pair of black shorts.It seemed the two of them had decided it was a fantastic ideato wear the same thing; they were both wearing a tight Satan’s Sons white tank top as well.

“Is thatAbby and Kim?” Gitz steppedaway from the barbecue. “Fucking oath it is.”With alarge grin, he made his way over to them.

“The meat’s going to fucking burn!” Trigger roared after him.

I couldn’t see Abby’s eyes through her large, black-framed sunglasses, but I could tell she was looking my way. The fact that her eyes were hidden did make it harder to tell the difference between her and Kim, but the metal cross around her neck confirmed it was Abby I was staring at.

I dropped the empty bottle into the trash can and watched Gitz engulf Abby in a hug, pulling her off the ground.

“Why are they here?” Trigger’s voice hardened. “Roach didn’t mention it.”

Trigger still had a hard-on for Kim, even after all this time. “Maybe that’s the point.”

“Surprise visit for the old man?” Trigger cocked me a look. “Like fuck.”

Gitz wasstill busy flirting his arse off with them. “What other reason do they have for showing up?” I pulleda cigarette out. “Something playing on your mind, brother?”

“Nothing worth speaking of.” He grumbled, not taking his eyes off them for a moment.

Nerves flooded my body as I watched Abby and Kim walk towards me with Gitz.

Abby scrunched her nose up, “Um, your sausages are on fire.” She pointed behind us.

Fuck.

I took a step back while Gitz threw water on it. A strong stench soon filled the air.

“There goes lunch.” Trigger glared at Gitz. “Told ya it would burn.”

“No harm was done.” Kim spoke up. “Kim likes black sausages.”

Why was she talking about herself? Abby’s arms were tightly crossed across her chest. Herhead snapped in Kim’s direction.

No. I waspositive that… that was Abby.I had watched that arse walk away too many times to not know it was her.

“Is that right, Abby?” Abby spoke to her sister.

Kim pushedher sunglasses up. “Yep.”

They were swapping again. Nothing pissed me off more than watching the two of them fuck with everyone’sheads. Especially mine.

Abby pulled her sunglasses off and held them up. Her eyes locked with mine, and I was right; it was definitely Abby. “You boys been busy?” She looked between Trigger and me. “Or are you just hitting the bottle?”

“Just rode in.” I kept my voice neutral. “You both here for the full weekend?”

Abby’s eyes drifted across to Trigger’s. “Depends on a few things.”

I didn’t like the way Trigger looked back at her, and Ireallydidn’t like the way his fists were clenched.

“Your old man know you two are back yet?” Trigger didn’t harness his anger. “Or just planning on showing up, screwing the men, pissing off your old man, and leaving again?”

Kim laughed, “Oh calm down, Trigger. We only came to have some fun.” Seemed as if she liked being her sister more than being herself.

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