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She smirked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She planted a kiss on my lips, and I knew that was the end of the conversation.

Abby

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Kaylee at the fridge. Wasn’t till she turned around that she noticed I was there.

“Oh, Abby.” She looked awkwardly at the ground.

“I want to make myself clear.” My heels clicked as I walked toward her till I was standing in front of her. “If you come between Reaper and me again, it will be the last thing you do.” My voice was a loaded threat. “See, my future husband isn’t the only one that knows how to use a gun, and personally, I’m more skilled.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No, you dumb whore, she’s telling you she will kill you if you come between her and her man again. And if she doesn’t, I will.” Kim walked to my side. “Now if I was you, I’d fuck off before she shows you her right hook.”

Kaylee glanced between the two of us and then quickly walked around the table and out of the kitchen.

I turned to look at Kim. “How did you know I’d be threatening her?”

“Please, I knew you were going after her as soon as you stepped into the clubhouse today.” She threw an arm around my shoulder, “Don’t worry sis; I’ve got your back.”

We walked out and laughed. “With you on my side, she should be scared.”

“Please, you’re the trigger-happy one.” She arched her eyebrows at me, and we laughed again. Yeah, it was hard to think that not that long ago I was trigger-happy.

How time changes things.

I spotted Reaper and smiled down at him. God, he looked handsome tonight. Built like a tank, muscles out, tattoos out, and that vest covered in patches. But it was the grin on his face that had me smiling.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You’ve been a busy girl. Been gone a few minutes and you’re already causing trouble.”

I smirked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Looks like Kaylee had gone and told him about my little threat. Not that it was little. I meant every word. If she crossed my path again, it would be the last time. Nothing was getting in the way of Reaper and me.

Chapter 33

Abby

I was sitting on Reaper’s lap. He had an arm wrapped around me with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was laughing at something Brad was saying while I was shooting glares across the room at Kaylee as she rubbed herself against one of my dad's members.

Whore.

“Hey, do you want another one?” I half yelled in his ear and nodded to his beer.

“Yeah, babe, but you don’t have to get it.” He leaned up and kissed my cheek.

“But I want to.” I took the beer from his hand and got up. Everyone was drunk and men were everywhere. I was swallowed by the crowd and made my way to the bar. I leaned over and grabbed two beers. Just then, all hell broke out.

Men were throwing punches left and right. Great, just what we needed. One member had another by the neck and from the looks of it, it looked like it was charter against charter.

I had to get back to Reaper. I took one step forward and somehow I got swallowed into the fight, getting pushed and shoved. The screaming and swearing were deafening. I dropped the beers, and they shattered at my feet. I was trying to push my way out but just before I could, a man’s elbow came back and went straight into my eye. Cursing, my hand immediately covered my eye, which I now couldn’t see from.

Feeling my way backward, my heels slipped on the spilled beer and I fell to the ground.

My hands went out, and I pushed myself, trying to get up, only to have my hand stepped on. Oh my god, this wasn’t my night. With one hand covering my eye and the other now aching, I got up to my knees.

“REAPER!!” I couldn’t see him, but I hoped he could hear me. I was on my knees about to get up again when a boot came flying back and kicked me hard in the stomach.

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