Page 159 of Reaper's Rival

Benjamin was awkwardly in the background.

Reaper reached around and flicked to the last page and put the pen down next to it.

“Just sign it. Give me peace of mind.” He spoke gently to me.

I sighed and fought back the tears. He was doing this because of the manhunt. He was doing this because he was off to start a war and didn’t know if he was coming back. It killed me.

My hand shaking, I picked up the pen. He kissed the tip of my head as I signed on the dotted line. I was doing this for him, I kept telling myself. Because I honestly didn’t know how I would live without him. Didn’t he realize he was my oxygen?

Chapter 46

Abby

When things went bad, you didn’t call the police; you called the family. And currently, the family was in a meeting. I drummed my nails on the bar and watched the closed door.

Was it fair that Amber was included in the meeting? I didn’t think so. But who was I to argue? I was little Miss Nobody at the moment, and my opinion didn’t matter.

“Want a refill?”

I glanced at the prospect and then the empty shot glass.

“Yep.”

He filled it up, and I swiped the shot glass off the bar and threw it down. It was mixed with more alcohol and half a piece of toast. I suddenly wasn’t hungry today. The wedding was tomorrow and then doomsday after it.

I was swiping the bottle off the prospect when the double doors swung open and the clubhouse came to life with laughter and noise. I scanned the crowd as they spilled into the clubhouse. Where was Reaper?

Amber emerged and looked like her normal pissed-off self. Her brothers followed. They had come down late last night. Then came Reaper and Jax. They were talking to each other and seemed deep in conversation.

He hadn’t even realized I was in the room. He was leaning on a pool table talking to Jax.

“You ok?”

My head snapped in Kim’s direction. Where had she been all day?

“Yeah, fine.” I poured myself another shot.

“Drinking before twelve?”

“So.”

“So you’re giving Reaper death glares, and drinking before noon isn’t your normal style.”

I ignored her questions and opinion. “Where have you been? Fucking Trigger?”

She smirked. “No. I’ve been busy for your wedding.”

“Fucking shoot me.” I swallowed another shot. I was not looking forward to it. The whole “everyone is watching you” just creeped me the fuck out.

She crossed her arms with a smirk in place that the devil wouldn’t even want to know what she was thinking.

“Have you given much thought to what you are going to wear on the wedding night?”

My eyebrows shot up. “No, and neither should you!”

“Come on, you might be pregnant, but you aren’t even showing. You still have a figure to work with.” She sat down on a stool next to me.

“Reaper won’t care what I’m wearing.”

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