Page 11 of Reaper's Rival

“No, because Reaper is standing behind you with a gun pointed at your head.”

I froze.

Surely not.

I slowly twisted around, only to be met with a gun in my face.

“Put the bag of money down, Abby.”

I smirked at him. “Matthews.”

Then just like that, things went from boring to interesting. Reaper had four guns pointed at his head instantly.

“Put the gun down, Reaper.” I dryly spoke to him. “Before you get killed.”

“I’m stopping you from making a fucking mistake. You know no one rips us off and fucking lives.”

“Yet,” I pushed the gun out of my face and whispered in his ear, “you’re about to watch it happen.”

“The guns are loaded.” Eric slid the van door closed, and his eyes landed on the money. “Want me to get that?”

“No,” I ordered and swung my gun to the back. I zipped the black bag up. “I’ve got it.”

“Abby, don’t fucking take it.” Reaper’s eyes were painted with fury, yet his words lingered with warning.

“You know, Kade, you deceived me right from the start. You broke a promise, filled my head with dreams of you and me together.” I pulled my gun from my holster and pointed it down. “You broke my fucking heart and now,” I pulled the trigger and he hissed, falling to the ground.

I dropped to my knees, pulling his head back and looking him in the eye. “You tore my heart to pieces; now I hope you can feel some of the pain I’ve felt for the last three months. And harden the fuck up, it’s only a bullet in the foot.”

I stood up to see Kim staring at me, mouth open. “You shot him.”

“No shit.” I glanced at Dad. “Still taking your heart medication, old man?”

“Morning and night, don’t see why you give a shit though.”

“No point hating a dead man, is there?” I threw the bag of cash at his feet. “The Hellbound want no war with you.”

“Yet you just killed my business connection.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sometimes that happens.”

“Come back home, Abby.”

“Um, let me think about that. No.” I smirked a little. “Bye, Father. Let’s go, Kim.” I gripped her elbow and dragged her away.

God, she was fucking useless when it came down to it.

“Damon wants that money,” she muttered.

“I’ll handle it.”

“Abby.” She shook her head, “Seriously, go back and get it.”

“Just get in the van, Kim. Let’s go.”

So she did, and I followed her, not looking back at Dad or Reaper. They knew about us now, and that meant they knew where to come to find us, and Kim should be more worried about that than the money.

Chapter 3

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