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I knew three of the men from the charter personally, and I knew the charter needed a healing hand. A firm hand. I knew what I was in for. Didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous about it.

Chapter 25

Reaper

I didn’t know how I was going to balance a family with the club. I had only ever had the club and the club worries. Now that I had Abby and the baby to consider, suddenly the dangers of what I did every day occurred to me.

The dangers I was putting Abby in.

I wasn’t going to be just a club member anymore. I was going back to being President. I was going back to dealing with a club full of men. I knew what it was like. You were more of a parent than anything else. You were the role model and the boys followed suit. They had a question; you had the answer. They had a problem, and you held the solution.

So far we were doing alright.

Abby had moved into the house, and I had moved into the clubhouse for the first couple of days to get shit in order. But as of tonight, I was heading home.

It was dangerous to leave Abby by herself now; she was due any day.

The light was off when I pulled up our driveway. That’s good, that meant Abby was asleep, and considering I was late, I was glad she didn’t stay up and wait for me.

Brad had gotten into a fistfight with Don just before I was about to leave. They both had their eyes on the same lady. It took four men to pull Brad off Don and it took me to stop Don from going back for seconds.

With a club full of unattached females, you would think they could just pick another one.

Wasn’t like they were much to look at compared to my Abby.

I unlocked the front door and peeled my leather vest off hanging it on the hook.

I slumped my way up the stairs. I was looking forward to a night’s sleep that involved me with my arms around Abby.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the hall mirror, and I paused.

Fuck me.

Even I admitted it. I looked more like a nightmare than a daydream. Why would Abby stay with me when I looked like the criminal I am?

I pushed open the bedroom door quietly, shaking my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Abby saw through all that shit and somehow still saw me for me.

I was about to take off my boots when the night light cast a shadow across the bed. An empty bed.

I flicked on the light.

No Abby.

“Abby?” I hollered down the passage.

Nothing.

I stomped back down the stairs, flicking on the light when I reached the bottom.

“Abby?”

I walked through the lounge room. Then when I entered the kitchen, I slipped and grabbed the wall just in time before I landed on my back.

I somehow managed to flick on the lights at the same time, and then I just went cold.

She was like Snow White. Her skin so pale. Her body so still. As if she was frozen. It would make a beautiful picture if it wasn’t for the blood that surrounded her.

“Abby, what the fuck do I do?” I dropped to my knees and noticed the phone in her hand.

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