Page 107 of Reaper's Rival

“Sorry babe.”

She glared me off for a few more seconds before dumping an empty box on the bed.

“So you planning on helping me today or you got club business?”

I was doing everything possible to stay out of Abby’s way, because I loved her and I loved my balls where they were. Her hormones have been out of control this week, and I had a bruised eye to show for it. I was still getting shit from the other guys about it. And it was all over because I told her that the top she had on wasn’t covering her stomach. The next second, I’m cupping my eye and swearing.

The girl can punch.

“Um, club business, but I can get one of the prospects to help you?” Poor unlucky bastard.

“No, I don’t want them touching all of our things. I’ll just do it myself then. Like I have been all along.”

I pulled my jeans on and reached for a shirt. “At least you’re nearly finished.”

“Considering we leave tomorrow, it really is just in time.”

“I was thinking about tomorrow, and I think you should ride in the van with Brad.”

She dropped the pile of clothes she was holding.

Don’t be weak. “It’s just you’re carrying our little one in there, and you on the bike for seven hours isn’t safe. Anyway, your old man has put his foot down, he wants you in the van, or otherwise he is taking you there himself in a car.”

“Is that so.” Her lips twitched with rage. “DAD!” she roared and had her hand on the doorknob, swinging it open. “DAD!!”

So I guess I took the coward’s way out. But Mommy Bear wasn’t happy, and no way was I going to be the one facing that.

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I could hear Abby giving her dad a sermon from the staircase, and I wasn’t surprised to walk into a half-crowded bar.

“You totally took the coward’s way out, didn’t you?” Kim smirked from a bar stool. “You know Dad will give in and you will be back to square one.”

“Hey, it’s not me saying she shouldn’t be riding for seven hours fully pregnant.”

“No, of course not.” She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter anyway, cause Dad is going to give in.”

“Doubt that; the man threatened my life if I let her ride.”

“Yes, but he wanted you to be giving the bad news. Not him.”

“What, do I look stupid? Anyway, shouldn’t you be all crying cause we are leaving?”

She scoffed. “Please, give me some credit. I don’t cry. Anyway, it’s not like I won’t see you all. She’s about to pop any day, and then the whole charter will be visiting you.” She smirked evilly. “Wonder if you will have your charter under control by then. You know they call them the wild guns.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Because they are just going to listen to a blow in.”

“Not a blow in, Kim, and you know that.”

She spun off the stool and smirked at me. “That’s right, you are the famous Reaper. I wonder how famous you are to them. Loathed, hated, or admired?”

“Guess I’ll find out tomorrow.”

She was trying to get under my skin. Wasn’t it bad enough I had her sister wanting to yell at me every five seconds? I didn’t need her stirring up shit.

“Guess so.” She strode off toward the stairs.

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