Page 104 of Reaper's Rival

“You do fucking too.”

“Why don’t you just do everyone a favor, Kim, and go get laid.”

“Why does it always come back to sex with you? It doesn’t solve everything.”

“No, but it would solve your attitude problem.”

Attitude problem?

I did not have an attitude problem.

I pushed the chair back and stood up. Fuck this. I wasn’t sitting here being told I had a problem when I didn’t.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” I screamed at a blonde who chose the same moment to stand up and leave the table.

Stupid club sluts.

Reaper

Back on, you couldn’t tell Abby and Kim apart, that was until Abby turned around and that swollen tiny stomach of hers stood out. The fact my son was growing in there always had me wanting to touch that stomach of hers.

“I’m worried about Kim.” Abby sat up in bed. “She still hasn’t worked out her shit with Trigger, and me leaving wouldn’t be helping.”

“Kim can take care of herself; you’re over thinking it.” I ran a hand down her back. “If you don’t wanna go, babe, we don’t have to. I’m happy to just be a member. I don’t need the patch.”

“No, I want you to have it.” She twisted her head, her eyes locking with mine. “You were always meant to be President anyway, it’s my fault you gave it up.”

“Gave it up once for you, babe, and I’d do it again.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m not going to let you.”

She was as stubborn as ever. But her health came first, and I would put off taking the President Patch if she was worried about her sister.

Abby

It is written that love is defined by caring for someone more than you care for your own life. I thought that I understood what love was until the shooting. Until I spent months in a coma. Until a baby grew inside me.

I spent months away from him. Being forced to turn my back on my love for him.

Love. It was one word, but it was more powerful than hurricane, tornado, or earthquake. It was life-shattering and life-defining.

Because without him, I was nothing. Just a hollow mess that could walk through life feeling nothing but the bitterness of the burn of the love I once had.

I looked over my shoulder.

Reaper was leaning against the headboard, arm behind his head and the light escaping from the curtains was dancing across his tattooed chest. He was staring at his phone, looking deep in thought.

He hadn’t noticed me staring so openly at him.

How had I managed to get the man, the life, and the baby?

I felt as if it was all made of glass and I was just waiting for someone to come along and shatter all of it.

“Wanna talk about it?” His eyes flashed from the phone and on to me. “Or are you just admiring my good looks again.” His lips cracked into a grin, and he threw a pillow across the room at me.

I caught it. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

His grin fell. “Babe, you have two holes in your lungs and you struggle to breathe. How the hell is that lucky?”

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