Page 144 of Reaper's Rival

“Go home.”

What the fuck! I pulled the phone away and looked at the caller ID. Kim.

“What the fuck do you want, Kim?”

“I want you to go home. Now.”

She never did get the whole “don’t mess with someone who was pissed off already.”

“I’m busy.”

“Drinking maybe. I can smell your breath from here.”

“Fuck off.” I was going to hang up, but naturally, she spoke before I had time.

“You need to support Abby through this pregnancy.”

Clearly she was late to the party. “Abby doesn’t want this pregnancy.”

“Yes, she does, she just doesn’t know it yet, and you going into the club and withdrawing from her isn’t helping. You need to go home and see your fiancée before she makes a decision you will both regret.”

“Abby doesn’t want me.”

“Don’t be a dick, Reaper. She has wanted you since she was sixteen! And right now she needs you. So sober the fuck up and go to her.”

“Fine.” I reached for my keys and knocked the glass off, smashing on the wooden floor.

“So you’re going home?”

“Yes, for fuck’s sake!”

“Good. Night Reaper. And I’ll see you next weekend.”

She hung up. What did she mean next weekend? Was she coming down or something? Great, just what I wanted.

I flicked the light off and walked out of the office.

“So you’re going home?”

“Fuck off, Brad.”

“Maybe I should drop you off; you have had a few.”

“I’m fine.”

“Come on, don’t be a dick about it.”

“Fine, drive me then.” I gave in. All that mattered was I got there, and right now I didn’t give a fuck how that happened. I guess I had had a few too many. Was I really in the state to be seeing Abby?

***

I was staring at the front door when Brad pulled out of the driveway and took off. I wasn’t rushing in. This would be the first time in a week I was home before midnight or early morning. After how Abby acted at the clubhouse, I wasn’t sure she wanted to see me.

Sighing, I opened the door. It smelled of cooking and wood from the open fire.

“Reaper?”

“Yeah, it's me.”

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