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“Reaper.” He looked at me like he finally noticed I was here or something. “Need to have a word with you and Brad.”

“Righto, boss.” I wasn’t going to tell him to fuck off, it was his birthday.

Abby grabbed the cigarette from my hand. “I swear I’ll quit tomorrow.”

“Sure babe.” I tilted her head back and kissed her sweet lips. “We’ll be back in a minute.”

I put my hand up for Brad and gestured for him to come over. Whatever Roach wanted, it was best to get it over with.

Brad

I knew it was coming, but just like a storm you could track, you still didn’t know when it would hit. But it had hit now. I knew the trip to Kelly was going to haunt us.

Roach’s veins up his neck were bulging out. “I fucking want answers.”

“It had to be done.” Reaper was cold and to the point. “Couldn’t leave it like it was, and he needed to learn a lesson.”

“SO YOU KILLED HIS FUCKING WIFE!” Roach roared, and now I was glad there was a large party going on and no one else could hear this. “AND YOU LEFT THE MAN BREATHING!”

“She knew what she was getting into when you married a club president.” Reaper lit up a cigarette.

“So you saying Abby knows what she is getting into?” Roach was hard and straight to the point. “Cause I’m telling you right now boy, my daughter won’t die because of your mistakes.”

“I won’t let anything happen to Abby.” Reaper was defensive.

“Really? Because I’ve got contacts with the man and his gang and from what I’ve heard, the wife you killed was the main man’s wife! So not only have you called a war between us and them, you have put a fucking target on Abby’s head!!”

“I WON’T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO ABBY!” Reaper roared at him. “For fuck’s sake, I’ve protected her from worse.”

“No, you haven’t. She got shot up on your watch.”

“We weren’t together.” Reaper glared at him.

“Fuck that. You have been with her since she was sixteen. I’m not fucking dumb. So now you’re going to do what’s best for her.”

“I’m not breaking up with her.”

“She’s staying here where I can protect her, as far away from you as possible, until you sort out your shit and end this war. Kill the man that has it out for you, and then I’ll let Abby go back home.”

Reaper’s hands curled into tight fists. “DO you EXPECT me to take THIS!”

“Abby will die at your side. Here, she will be under my watch.”

“So you’re saying you can protect her better than me?”

“I’m saying they won’t dare target the mother charter. But once they find out you’re from a smaller charter and you have a partner, they will want blood. Abby’s blood. And I won’t let my daughter die in vain.”

“I’m not leaving her here. She is coming with me.”

Roach stood to his full height. “No, she’s not. You’re going to tell her for her safety she is staying here, and you are fucking lucky I’m letting you breathe for doing this, Reaper. You can tell her once it is safe, she can go back home.”

“She will hate me.”

“She might be pissed off about it, yes.” Roach sat down in his office chair. “So it’s settled. We tell Abby tomorrow.”

Reaper dropped the cigarette butt and stomped on it. Just like this conversation. He dropped it. Abby was in for a rude awakening tomorrow; she was going to learn what it really was like loving a club president.

Chapter 40

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