Page 161 of Reaper's Rival

“Doing?” I pressed.

“Nothing that has anything to do with you.” He dismissed it as if I was nothing.

I narrowed my eyes. “God, you are an asshole, Kade.”

“An asshole?” He began to walk off. “Coming from you, that’s a compliment.”

“Don’t you walk away from me, Kade!” I followed him as he took a large gulp of Jack Daniels from the bottle. “And that was my bottle, too!”

“You shouldn’t be drinking.”

I glared holes into the Satan’s Sons leather vest as I walked behind him. Stupid club. Stupid rules.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be lying to me.”

He spun on his heels and grabbed my wrist tightly, pulling me in close. He was radiating anger from his body, and the look in his eyes was enough to kill you on the spot.

“When it comes to you and my child, I don’t lie. You just have to learn you don’t get told everything for your own safety.”

“My own safety! That’s rich coming from you. If I was lying to protect YOU, YOU wouldn’t allow it.” I threw back up at him. If he wanted to play the ‘for your own safety’ card, then I could easily do the same.

“Abby, reel it the fuck in.” He was trying to pull me in line as if I was a member, and sure enough, the look he was giving me could kill you. He was fuming, and I just didn’t give a fuck.

“You reel it in, Reaper! And while you’re doing that, you can go get fucked. Last time I checked, I’m the one with the killer aim that was making the papers. And unlike you, I kill the target and the threat!” I pulled my wrist from his grasp and stormed through the clubhouse.

I didn’t care if I had just insulted him. I wasn’t some girl that needed protecting. Not too long ago, I was the person you needed protecting from. I might consider myself retired, but I still could use a gun. Maybe better than him. At least I never left a loose end.

Amber was watching us, and I really didn’t give a toss what she was thinking. Why did Jax treat her as an equal while all the rest of us got the famous ‘club business’ line.

I wanted to find Dad. He would answer my questions. Because unlike Kade, he saw me as an equal. He never kept me in the dark.

Amber

“Keeping her in the dark won’t help anything.” I walked over to Reaper after seeing Abby storm off. Clearly, she wasn’t finding the way her husband was treating her acceptable. Then again, they weren’t married yet.

He grunted while searching his pants for a cigarette lighter.

“I’m serious. Locking her dad out and now her; you are just making friends your enemies.” I handed him a cigarette lighter. “She is a tough girl; I think she can handle it. Anyway, by the sounds of it, she is rather skilled with a gun.”

It always bothered me that I didn’t know who Blake’s hit-man was. Blake and I were close, considering he was my ex-boyfriend. We normally shared everything but when it came to the hit-man, he wouldn’t tell me who it was.

Considering every kill made the paper and not once was it linked to anyone, I wanted to know who had such good aim and was such a professional.

I admit I was jealous of her skills. Only a professional hit-man could get away with killing all those people and not crack under the pressure.

If Reaper knew she was capable of that, why would he lock her out like this?

Sure, I didn’t know Abby that well, but if she was anything like me, she wouldn’t be happy at the moment and she sure as fuck could handle the truth. And the truth was, Reaper was going on a suicidal mission with only my husband as a backup.

He lit up a cigarette. “I’m not telling her club business.”

“It isn’t club business.” I crossed my arms, watching him. He was different with her. Sure, he was still hard and cold as ice, but he had a soft spot for her. If it wasn’t for Abby, I would think the Reaper didn’t have a heart.

He pointed the cigarette at me. “Don’t fucking get involved. Are you the one talking to her?”

I scorched him with my eyes. “No. I haven’t told her anything, but I’m guessing once she tracks down her father and finds out you blocked him from his own club, she is going to be even more pissed off.”

“I don’t need her family getting involved.”

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