Page 127 of Reaper's Rival

“Of course you would be in the middle of it.” I gripped her tighter and pushed our way out of the crowd and finally when we were free, I placed her on a stool. “Stay here.”

She nodded her head, and I reached behind me, pulling out my gun. I sent a few rounds into the ceiling, and the fighting members dropped to the ground.

“IF ANY FUCKER THROWS ONE MORE PUNCH, THE NEXT ONE WILL BE THROUGH THEIR HEAD!”

Everyone went silent, and the music was all you could hear.

Slowly, the guys got up and taking my threat seriously, they didn’t start the fight back up.

Turning back to Abby, she looked to be crying.

“Reaper, take me home, please.” She tugged on my vest and I nodded my head.

“Come on babe, we can crash in my room here.”

She shook her head. “No, I want to go home.”

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. Fine, we would go home. Though I didn’t know how I was going to get my bike out of the yard.

“How’s the eye?” I asked her, and she lowered her hand. It was already bruising. She blinked and her eye was bloodshot.

“Sore.”

“We’ll ice it when we get home.” I brushed her blonde hair behind her ear and helped her off the stool.

The rage I felt knowing that these fuckers had done this to her was uncontrollable.

“Brad, I’m heading home. Call me about Kelly tomorrow.” I slapped him on the back on the way out, and he nodded his head.

“Night, guys.”

Abby curled into my side, now cupping her eye again. “It’s going to look like you beat me up!” she moaned.

“Hun, anyone with a brain would know I wouldn’t lay a finger on you. You’re the trigger-happy one, remember?” I smirked, and she poked me in the ribs.

“I hope that hurt,” she huffed. It didn’t, but if it made her happy, I’d go along with it.

Abby

It was the early hours of the morning. Reaper had managed to get his bike out after a lot of difficulty. Talk about being parked in.

But he had gotten it out. I think the only reason he did it was for me. Kind of loved him a bit more for that.

After all, he would have settled for staying at the clubhouse. It was me who wanted to go home.

We pulled up our driveway, and I gripped his shoulder as I climbed off. He kicked out the kickstand and lowered the bike to its side.

The sensor light came on, and I shivered in the night air. God, it was cold now.

Reaper threw an arm around me and we walked to the front door.

“That wasn’t a bad sendoff for our little one.” Reaper unlocked the front door.

“Yeah, it was nice how everyone got behind us.”

“He’s family and a member from birth. How could they not get behind us?”

“I think it’s thanks to his father we had the club’s support.”

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