Page 150 of Reaper's Rival

“Yeah, I understand.” I sat on the edge of his bed. “And I will on one condition.”

His eyebrows rose. “You have a condition, do you?”

“Yep.”

“And it is?”

“You go with him.”

“Fuck, Abby.”

“Come on, Dad, he can’t do this by himself, and if you are with him, you might be able to keep him in line. I don’t want this turning into an all-out war over something he did.”

“It already is a war, and how do you expect me to be looking after you if I go with him?”

“The club will look after me. No one will know I’m here, and Brad can stay.”

“No.”

“Dad, please.”

“Reaper won't want me going.”

“He will if it gets me to stay here.”

“I’ll think about it.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

I dangled my legs over the side of the bed and found myself dwelling on the same question that had been haunting me all night since Kade told me.

“Dad, just one more thing.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“This woman that Reaper killed, did she deserve it?”

“Abby, there are some people in this world that don’t deserve to breathe. If it makes you feel better, she was one of them.”

“All because she was with a criminal.”

“No, not just that. I’d tell you more, but it’s club business and as far as I am concerned, you only need to know that the woman deserved it, and her husband is a sick twisted fuck that will get what he deserves as well.”

“So they aren’t good people?”

“No. Just feel lucky you’re with a club that has standards and a president that will fight for you.”

“Yeah, Reaper won’t let anything happen to me.” In that one thing, I was sure. So I knew staying here was the best option. He wouldn’t worry about me, and I’d be looked after by family.

“I won’t let anything happen to you either.” Dad’s voice was soft and gentle. “Now how about you get some sleep?”

I yawned. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I better go find Reaper.”

“Remember, darling. He is the Reaper for a reason. Before you, he was cold and could kill a man without a second look. You’ve changed him. But deep down, he still is that man who can do that.”

I nodded my head; I knew that.

“Night Dad.”

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