Page 120 of Reaper's Rival

She looked up. “What?”

“I said can we go out, like we used to. I just wanna get really drunk.”

“Ok, what happened?”

“Nothing. So can we go out?”

She sat up, putting the magazine down. “Sure, we can go out.”

“Good, get changed quickly. I don’t want to be here when Reaper comes home.”

I turned sharply and took the stairs two at a time and then walked to my bedroom. I was going to get changed quickly and then leave. Then I was going to drown my sorrows the only way I knew how, with liquor.

***

“Ok, you need to tell me what happened.” Kim took the glass off me, and I wobbled from side to side.

We had been drinking for a solid few hours now. Not that Kim was keeping up. She was too busy trying to get information out of me.

“Fine, you really want to know?” I reached for another shot, swallowed it, then turned to look at her. “Reaper slept with another girl, a regular club whore that lives at the clubhouse. That he will see every day and that I will see at every event.”

Kim stared blankly at me. “So that was the night after the hospital fight?” she asked.

“Yes, that night.”

She stared at the empty glass, and I knew she was biting back words.

“Come on, Kim, just tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Well, you were harsh on him, Abby. You wouldn’t see him, and then you only saw him cause he broke the door down and made you see him. Then you went and said you didn’t want to see him anymore. You kind of gave him mixed messages.”

“So you’re saying I caused it to happen?”

“No, I’m just saying that there is blame on both sides. You drove him away, and he most likely just had sex with her out of rage.” Kim put her hand over mine. “Seriously, this is Reaper we are talking about. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose. He loves you.”

“If he loved me, he wouldn’t have done it.”

“He made a mistake. Don’t let it frame your future with him.”

I stared down at the refilled glass. As much as she was right, there was also so much wrong with it all. I gripped the glass and threw it down.

The sooner I couldn’t remember what it was I was upset about, the better.

***

I stayed at home and to my surprise, Kade didn’t come around. Dad stayed at the clubhouse and Kim kept me company. But today was the day I had to face him. I couldn’t put it off any longer even if I wanted too.

Today was Matthew’s funeral.

Kim and I were in a limo, and it had just pulled up at the plot. We were directly behind the funeral car and behind us, well, it was beyond describable. I glanced out the back window.

Close to a hundred motorbikes were riding in rows of three, led by Reaper in front and Dad behind him. They were loud and impressive and had crawled behind us the whole way from the funeral house.

I nervously pulled out my sunglasses and put them on before opening the limo door. The motorbike engines died slowly as the guys kicked their kickstands out and leaned their bikes down.

Kade was off his bike and was walking beside Dad.

I looked down at my tight black dress and clenched my clutch a bit tighter. Kim put a hand on my shoulder.

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