Page 160 of Reaper's Rival

“Well, considering it is your last night together for a while, maybe you should care.”

“I don’t.”

“Abby.”

“Kimberly.”

She whacked my arm. “Only Dad calls me that.”

“Where is Dad?” I scanned the room twice, and he didn’t stand out.

“He’s out.”

“Out where? There was just a meeting. Wouldn’t he be running that type of thing?”

Kim looked incredibly guilty and stared down at the floor. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.” I put the bottle down on the bar next to my now empty shot glass.

“I don’t know anything.” She put her hands up. “And even if I do, it’s not my place to get involved.”

I pointed a finger at her. “Involved in what?”

“Between what Reaper does and doesn’t tell you. It’s not my fault that Trigger has a big mouth.”

“So you’re telling me that the meeting that just went down was all organized by Kade?”

She spun on her heels. “I have no idea,” she threw over her shoulder, and I got up to follow her when a muscled, tattooed arm shot out across my way, blocking my path.

“You don’t look too steady on your feet.” Reaper stated the obvious.

“Well, clearly I’ve been drinking while you and girly mates had a tea party.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I was not in the mood to be fucked with.

He arched an eyebrow and looked down at me. What a shock.

“Girly mates? And a fucking tea party?” He wasn’t impressed.

Well, I wasn’t impressed with him! Him and all his secrets. After all, I was only carrying his child and marrying him tomorrow.

“Where’s Dad?” I challenged him and stared right back up into those soul-sucking black eyes.

“Fucked if I know where Roach is.” He crossed his arms. “Who you been talking to?”

“No one.”

“You’re a shit liar, Abby.”

I wasn’t letting him win. “Where’s Dad?”

He just stared down at me, wanting me to break. He was dominant and in a controlling mood. He wanted things to go his way, and he was keeping me in the dark. I understand there was ‘club business,’ but then there was ‘family business,’ and this was crossing into family business.

And I sure as fuck wanted to know why my dad, the head of the fucking MC, wasn’t running the meeting and Kade was.

“He’s out.” He reached around me and grabbed the bottle of Jack.

“Doing?”

He grunted.

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