Page 15 of Reaper's Rival

After everything I had done, was it possible to just turn around and go back home? Go back to my Reaper?

“I’ve hardened.”

“Ain’t no reason for you to be hard darling, which is why you need to come back home.”

“I can’t live with Dad again.”

“That’s a fucking good thing, because I’m being patched in as President of the South Charter next week.”

My mouth dropped open. “What, since when?”

“Since their President dropped off the face of the planet. The boys are hardened crims, need a leader that isn’t afraid of getting dirty and can handle their bullshit.”

“So we wouldn’t be going back home?”

“No.”

Why did that make me feel better?

“So things wouldn’t go back to being the same?”

“No.”

“We wouldn’t be under my father's thumb.”

“No.”

I took a deep breath. I wanted this. I wanted him. It was like he was offering everything I ever wanted, and I just had strings keeping me away from grabbing it.

“I have to handle things back home. The gang won’t just let me walk, especially now that I have their ink, and I know things. Things they aren’t just going to let wander off.”

“Yeah well, you have me. No way in fucking hell are they getting close to you with me in front of you.”

How could he still want me after how damaged I had become?

I dropped my head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around me. Closing my eyes, now this felt like home. It felt right. Safe.

“I need to go back, talk to Kim.” I pulled back, meeting his eyes. “Give me your phone.”

He frowned but pulled it out of his pocket, handing it to me.

“Now you have my number.” I handed it back to him. “I can’t run away with you tonight Reaper, but maybe one day.”

He pulled me back in and kissed my cheek. “Handle your sister, then call me with how you go.”

I was going to talk to Kim, and then I was going to do everything and anything possible to be with him. I still couldn’t believe he was going to take me. With all the shit that now came with me, he still wanted me.

Chapter 4

Abby

“Earth to Abby.” Kim clicked her manicured nails in my face. “I swear you have been out of it all morning.”

I dragged my eyes off the coffee cup and met her curious eyes. “What were you saying?”

“I was saying,” she lowered her voice, “have you spoken to Damon about…you know.”

“About what?” Damon strolled into the kitchen.

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