Page 103 of Reaper's Rival

“Oh Kim, you really need to get laid.” Abby just smirked at me from her boyfriend’s lap.

Had she taken to the idea of being a mom well? Yeah, she had. Reaper was more protective of her now than ever. When she wasn’t clinging to his side, she was being watched by someone that Reaper had roped into watching her. So needless to say, Reaper didn’t take chances when it came to Abby.

Abby was number one.

The club came second.

“Whatever, fatty,” I muttered, picking up a beer.

The two were leaving this weekend. Reaper had taken the President Patch for an old charter. He had convinced Brad into being his Vice President, so he was leaving too.

He was meant to leave months ago but with what happened between Abby and Blake, well, it had delayed things.

And clearly Reaper wouldn’t give up on her that easy and had delayed the move till he got her back. I don’t know why he was so sure she was coming back from what she had become. Hell, I never expected to see my sister laughing and smiling again. Or just plain happy.

But she was. And now they were leaving together to start a new life as a family.

How was Dad coping with the fact that his daughter was leaving, pregnant, with his VP?

“Who the fuck didn’t close the garage last night?” Dad slammed the clubhouse door.

Well, he was redefining the word angry.

My eyes bounced up and of course, it being my luck, they locked with Trigger’s.

We still didn’t really speak, and it still hurt.

“How are we meant to know, Daddy?” Abby swung her legs and got off Reaper. “You really shouldn’t get worked up about it.”

“The place is becoming a fucking madhouse, and no one seems to give a shit.” He walked straight to the bar.

The man was drinking more than a fish.

“Have you finished packing?” Dad forced the words out and reached behind the bar.

“Yep. Brad is driving the van, and we are riding up.”

“Should you be back on the bike in your condition?”

“Pregnant, Dad. Come on, you can say it now.”

“Like fuck I can, that makes me want to kill that boyfriend of yours.”

“You really need to stop saying that.”

Dad glared over Abby’s shoulder at Reaper. Dad was still coming around to the fact that the two were having a kid together. Did he like the idea of admitting Reaper had been in his daughter? No. So whenever the subject came up, it took everything in him to not send a closed fist in Reaper’s direction.

Reaper strangely didn’t seem to care what Dad thought.

The fact that he was always smirking when the subject came up didn’t really help things either.

Reaper hadn’t dropped down on the knee yet, which kind of surprised me. But I guess he did have her name tattooed on his neck. The boy had already made a commitment, stronger than a wedding ring too; at least those could come off. And Abby had gone and gotten his name, both of them declaring that the love they had was that strong, it was a forever type of love. Whether they were together or not.

“Pregnant and riding. How the fuck are you letting that happen?” Dad was looking directly at Reaper.

“Oh, I can answer that one.” I twisted in my seat. “Abby has him wrapped around her finger.”

“I do not.” She crossed her arms.

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