Page 16 of Reaper's Rival

“Was about to ask her the same question.” I brought the cup to my lips and sipped the coffee down. I needed to wake up. I didn’t get in until late last night after leaving Kade and driving home.

“About what happened on the job, I was going to say.” Kim’s eyes bounced off mine and stared down at her breakfast. Why did I have a feeling she was lying?

“As far as I am concerned, it went to plan.” He was a hell of a lot calmer than last night. He pulled up a stool next to me. “One of you should have shot that Reaper in the head. That man leaves a trail of corpses wherever he goes. Would have done the world a favor.”

My stomach tightened, and now I felt like I couldn’t even stomach the coffee in front of me. Even when I got home last night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind just spun with the ‘what ifs’. What if I left to live with Kade? What if he was right and the gang didn’t care if I walked? What if I got shot in the head for even suggesting it?

“Dad is going to be hot on to us now.” Kim sliced her eggs up. “We should think about moving on.”

My eyes flickered between Damon and her.

“What do you mean, Kim?” Damon’s eyes were frozen on her, like the calm before the fucking storm.

“I mean that the last thing my sister and I want is to be found by our father. He knows we’re involved with you now, which means he will bring up hell itself and make us live in it when he comes for us. It isn’t worth it.” She looked me straight in the eye. “We need to move the fuck on.”

“I don’t think you fully understand, Kim. You don’t just leave us when you feel like it.” Damon calmly put the paper down. “In fact, you don’t leave at all.”

“I’m more scared of my father than I am of you,” she scoffed. “Especially considering how Abby left things.”

“She’s right.” I cut Damon off before he could say anything. “We should move on. I was thinking about it last night.”

“So what, you just keep running from this man?” Damon looked at us. “For two girls with a hell of a lot of guts, you sure are gutless when it comes to this man.”

“He’s our father,” we both said together.

“He won’t stop hunting us till he finds us,” I said.

“Then let him come, and I can deal with him personally if you like.” Damon’s voice had a hidden darkness to it. The man was straight up cold and hard. I have no doubt he would enjoy dealing with it personally.

The man was a sick, twisted bastard; that was what made him great for his role.

I slid off the stool. “Damon, Kim, and I do need to leave. I don’t know how that settles with you or how to deal with the gang, but we can’t stay here. If we do, we will only be dragged back to that clubhouse, most likely by our hair.”

Was this our way out?

Could it work?

I watched his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. “You can’t just fucking walk away.”

“Not walking away, Damon.” I put my cup in the sink. “We’re fucking running away.”

Kim glanced at me. “I thought it was going to take you a lot more to agree with me.”

“I knew last night what we had to do.”

And I did.

We had to go home.

I had to settle the bad blood with Dad. Kim had to work her shit out with Trigger and admit she fucking loved that twisted man, and I had to face my relationship with Kade. Whether that be together or not together.

“You two can leave.” Damon spoke, nearly knocking the fucking wind from my chest, “after the next job.”

“What’s the next job?” I cocked my head to the side, waiting for the catch.

“Getting my money back from the Satan’s Sons.” He stood up, a sick, twisted smirk on his face. “Come on girls, you didn’t really expect me to just let those thousands and thousands be written off cause you had some guilt about taking it?”

I looked at Kim.

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