Page 146 of Reaper's Rival

“So does this mean you’re staying home today?” I perked up.

His face dropped “Nah babe, got to go in.”

I sighed. “I know the club comes first and all, but I really want you here.”

“Club doesn’t come first, not anymore, never has when it comes to you. You come first.” He lowered me down. “But today the club needs me.”

I frowned. “Ok then.”

I knew there was something going on and if it was my dad’s charter, I would know. But it wasn’t, and I had to let Reaper do what he needed, and maybe he wasn’t telling me because he was trying to protect me.

Hadn’t I proved to him that I didn’t need protection? I could handle myself.

Reaper

I had done a lot in my life so far. I had made many mistakes, and I had taken a fucking lot of lives. All in the name of the club. From being on the road tying up dead weights to being a President and making the call.

The lives I took affected me. Couldn’t say they didn’t. Each life I took marked my soul and put more distance between me and heaven’s gates. Then there was Abby.

Too good of a soul for the likes of me. But being the devil I am, I wouldn’t let go of her or let her let go of me.

I looked across the crowded clubhouse and spotted her. She was under her father’s arm, laughing and looking like the Queen she is. Her long blonde hair was curly, and she was dressed head to toe in black. She was beautiful and all mine. Still couldn’t believe she was going to be a mom. And this time, I won’t be taking my eyes off her.

She already had a prospect with her all day, and I was going to keep that going till she gave birth. When she wasn’t with me, she was with a member.

“So you knocked Abby up again?”

I blew out a mouthful of smoke and looked at Brad. “Yeah, you could say that.”

He whacked me on the back. “Let's hope this time it turns out better.”

“It will. I’m not letting anything happen to her.”

“Yeah, I already see you have a member watching her.” He gave me a questionable look, and I knew what he was getting at.

“It’s not because of that.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Fuck off, Brad.”

I walked off on him and weaved my way through the club till I was at Abby’s side.

She let go of her dad and curved into my side. I kissed the top of her head. “You alright, darling?”

She looked up at me. “Be better if I could have something stronger than soda.” She wrinkled her nose.

I smirked. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“So you should be.” She winked.

“Dad, I’m telling you it does matter.” Kim was sitting on Trigger’s lap and pointed a hand at Abby. “Abby, tell him it matters if he takes his heart medication.”

“Please tell me you haven’t stopped them again.” She sighed. “Dad, seriously.”

“Fucking stupid pills.” Roach gulped down his beer.

Didn’t blame the man, I wouldn’t want to take pills either.

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