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I stepped over the guy, and one of his friends held the door open for me. Looks like they learned some manners.

“You alright, babe?” Reaper asked, walking behind me.

“Yeah, I am.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Thanks to you.”

I smirked while walking to the car. Not everyone had a Reaper to protect them, but I did.

***

The night was going well. The boys were playing pool, drinking, and eating. And I would say most had a girl under their arm apart from Brad. He was drinking by himself at the bar. I was going to ask Reaper what was wrong with him but I hadn’t had a chance.

“Hey, sweetheart, pass me the salt.” Dad interrupted my thoughts.

I slid it down the table to him. “You know you’re not meant to put salt on pizza.”

He grunted, and that ended our conversation. I looked at Kim. Since she and Trigger had gone public, they really weren’t hiding their affection for each other. Which sort of made me happy. I wanted her to have what I have.

“Hey darlin’, can you come with me for a minute?” Reaper whispered in my ear from behind me. I spun on the chair and got up.

“What’s up?” I asked, but instead, he took my hand and guided me through the crazy party.

Bikers and parties. They just seemed to go together. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke engulfed you. It smelled like home.

Reaper opened the door to the meeting room, and I frowned. Why would we be going in here? This was for members only, and I wasn’t a member. Sure, I might have crashed a few meetings when I was younger, but once I realized how important they were, I stayed away.

I opened my mouth to say something when I spotted a man in a light gray suit standing at the top of the table where my dad would normally sit.

“Abby, this is Benjamin. Benjamin, this is Abby.” Reaper pulled a chair out for me, which I melted into because I was so confused.

From the look of Benjamin, he looked terrified to be here.

“Abby, nice to meet you.” He put out a shaky hand.

I shook it.

“I just need you to sign a few things, Abby,” Benjamin said calmly and then stacked a pile of paperwork in front of me.

“Like what?” I looked between them. I flicked open the file, and eight words made me freeze.

Last Will and Testament of Kade Andrew Wilson.

“What… what is this?” I stuttered.

“My will, Abby.” Reaper was calm and planted his hands on my shoulders. “I just need you to sign the back page.”

I turned in the seat and looked up at him. “Why the hell do you need one of these?”

He arched his eyebrows and gave me a serious look. “Because I want you looked after.”

“If anything did happen to me, the club would look after me.”

“I don’t want you to rely on the club for handouts. I want you to have my money. I want you and the kid living off all the money I have.”

“Well, nothing is going to happen to you.” I closed the file. “So I don’t have to worry about it, and either do you.”

“Abby.”

“No, Kade!”