Page 153 of Reaper's Rival

“Jax and your old man are going with him. Jacobs is a son of a bitch but is well-protected. It isn’t going to be easy to kill him, and once they do, it will be war.”

“So this won’t be settled with just one bullet?”

“Girl, what do you think happens when a man like Jacobs is killed? Imagine what would happen if your old man or Reaper got shot up?”

My eyes slowly widened, and it hit me hard and fast. “There would be a bloody war. All charters would get into it, and they would fight till we had the upper hand again.”

Blue’s eyebrows shot up. “See girl; it isn’t that easy. You don’t just kill a President and walk away.”

“Reaper shouldn’t be doing this by himself. Dad and Jax won’t do much against a charter.”

“You’re forgetting one thing.”

“Whats that?”

“Reaper is The Reaper. He is feared for a reason, and if I knew that he was after me, I’d be making a will because he never fails.”

My heart was pumping faster. Maybe I didn’t fully understand what Reaper was getting himself into. Here I thought one bullet would settle it, but it seemed like one bullet would start it. My palms were sweaty. I needed to talk to him.

***

“Reaper?”

“In here, Abby.”

I walked the length of the hall and pushed open the door of Dad’s office. Dad was sitting in his chair, smoking and looking worried. Reaper was standing wearing a tank top. His tattooed arm reached out for me and he pulled me into his side.

“Was just telling your old man that we are getting married.” Reaper was super calm and kissed my forehead. “You told Kim yet?”

I knew as soon as I mentioned it to Kim, the wedding would be the only thing she would think about.

“No, I haven’t.” I wanted to keep the wedding small. Like this charter and Reaper’s charter only. Knowing my dad, he would want every charter here, and Kim would want to invite every person I’ve ever met.

“Bit quick if you ask me.” Dad looked at me as if he could stare right through me and see the worry I was feeling. “You ok, darling?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied. “Can we keep this wedding small?”

Reaper cracked a smirk. “What, don’t want every charter here babe?”

“No, I don’t, and I’m not wearing white either.”

“But I want to see you in white.”

I scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Well, we might have a few guests from the southern charter.”

“You mean Jax and Amber?” I arched my eyebrows and looked between them both. They both seemed unsettled, that much I knew. “Yeah, Blue filled in the blanks for me.”

I swiped Reaper’s arm off my waist and took a step back. “Just when were you two planning on telling me that this means war? The last thing I want to see either of you two killed over some threats.”

I wasn’t a scared little girl like they make me out to be. I could hold a gun, and I could pull the trigger. In fact, I had.

“Abby, this is club business.” Reaper finally spat out.

“Well, you know what, Reaper, you can take your club business shit and shove it up your ass. Because I’m not standing by and watching the father of my baby or their grandfather be killed.”

“Abby,” Dad said my name as a warning.