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“Don’t Abby me!” I was furious. “This is complete bullshit. You mean to be telling me that killing this Jacobs fellow will not only cause a war but keep us apart?” I was directing this fully at Reaper. “You won’t want me anywhere near your charter if you’re at war. I’m not stupid. It’s not like we will be apart for a couple of weeks, months, it will be YEARS!”

“It won’t be that long.” He was talking calmly back to me, but his eyes were on fire. “Abby, I already explained this to you, it’s happening now, accept it and deal with it.”

I didn’t get an opinion. I wasn’t a part of the brotherhood. I wasn’t a voting member. So my opinion meant nothing, and that was how they were treating it.

Tears swelled up in my eyes. “When are you two going to see, this club, this stupid brotherhood, is going to rip us apart.”

With that said, I spun on my heels and stormed out. They didn’t want to hear my opinion. Fine. I’ll give it to someone that would hear it.

Chapter 43

Abby

Amber Shields or Amber Johnston now. I remember that she and Jax had gotten married a couple of years back. But I wasn’t sure if she took his name. She was tall, slim, and dressed in black. The silver from her gun poked out of the back of her jeans, and the high heels she walked so perfect on would break another girl's neck.

She had something about her. It said ‘mess with me and expect a bullet.’ She was feared even by some bikers. Maybe it was her bitchy attitude or the fact she was married to the King that scared people off.

“Amber?”

She whipped around, her eyes slowly widening. “Abby, right?”

She could tell Kim and me apart; that was a first.

“Yeah, it is.”

She was following Jax, but she stopped to talk to me. I was hoping I could have a word with her before she disappeared into my father’s office.

“Let me take a stab in the dark; it’s about Reaper?” Her voice was calm and direct. She seemed to know about Reaper and I. I doubted Jax kept her in the dark. I was sure even her brothers told her stuff.

“Yeah, it is.” I felt like I was repeating myself. “He has this idea in his head that I need to stay here while he goes on a manhunt. But by doing that, he is going to cause a war which will just end up keeping us apart.” I crossed my arms.

She gave me a weak smile. “Abby, the boys do things their way. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out in our favor.”

“Would you be apart from Jax for months or years?”

“That’s different, we have a kid together. He has responsibilities to his family as well as the club.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh.”

“And him riding out isn’t helping anything.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to vote against it.”

She laughed, “I’m not a member. I don’t get a vote.” She looked at me like I was clearly insane. “Anyway, it is you they are protecting. You should be grateful that they are going to such lengths to keep you safe.”

“Your opinion matters. Mine doesn’t. Reaper isn’t just doing this for me; he is doing it because it is what is expected of him and I’m telling you, I can look after myself.”

Her laughter dried up, and her eyes narrowed. “When you get kidnapped or shot, do you honestly expect the club to not fight back? You might not be a member, but you are under their protection. So if I was you, Abby, I wouldn’t fight it.”

“Here I thought you might agree with me.”

“I do agree with you.” She sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. “This life isn’t easy and sometimes, even if you don’t want to, you get stuck in the middle. Reaper is the Reaper for a reason, and I have faith in him. You should too.”

“Amber, you coming?” Jax held my father’s office door open for her.

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