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“Roach is the club head. This is his club. He isn’t her family; he is yours.”

“I don’t need him coming along making things worse.”

“Fair enough.”

He grunted and looked at me with disbelief. “What, you aren’t going to argue with me for taking your man instead?”

“Jax is a big boy. Anyway, he is nearly as good as me with a gun.”

Reaper laughed dryly. “I’ll never understand how he lets you do what you do.”

“You mean, be a part of the club?”

He looked at me coldly. “He should know better.”

“Last time I checked, he does. You’re the one needing lessons. He puts his son and me first. Club second. You need to learn that if you want to keep Abby. How do you think she is going to find being a single parent and widow in her twenties? She needs to know the risks you are going into. And if you don’t tell her, you will just leave her with a lot of unanswered questions at your funeral.”

He smirked grimly. “So sure I won’t be coming back from this.”

“Jacobs won’t take it lying down.”

“No, but he also doesn’t see me coming.”

“I think he saw you coming as soon as he put a hit on your wife. Sorry, future wife.”

Reaper was a firm believer in fate; I remember him once telling me that the bullets already had the names engraved on them; all he did was deliver them.

Reaper put a bottle of Jack Daniels down and gave me an unwelcoming stare. “Jax would do this for you. I fucked up and put her in danger, now I have to fix it.”

“I know he would, but I also would know every detail about it.”

“Jax has never put your life in danger, so you wouldn’t know how he would react. I sure as fuck won’t be letting Abby get close to this.” He pointed a finger at me. “And you better not get involved.”

Did I look stupid? I also didn’t have a death wish. Though the thought of Jax and Reaper fighting about it did occur to me, though they were such good mates they most likely wouldn’t even argue.

“Like I said, I’m not going to. Just trying to give you some female input, seeing as you are going to lose yours.” I turned on my heels. “Good luck tomorrow. That is, if Abby shows up.”

Chapter 47

Abby

I was blocked in, and I was pissed off about it, too. How many times had I told the boys not to block me in? I guess there were extra people here for the wedding. Still, I was angry. Dad wasn’t answering his phone, and if I knew him well enough, he would be at the Sharks Pub.

His bike wasn’t here, and he wasn’t in the garage, so it was the only other place he could be. I was scanning the cars looking for one that was unlocked when I came to Reaper’s bike. It was a bad idea. But the keys were in it. Who would be stupid enough to steal the President’s bike?

My hands ran over the chrome handlebars. It was a really bad idea.

Reaper loved his bike nearly as much as he is meant to love me. I threw my leg over and kicked the bike to life.

What was the worst that could happen?

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Reaper

It was one bullet. It shouldn’t be a big deal. I threw back my beer and slammed the glass down. It was simple. Find Jacobs. Kill Jacobs. If it was that simple, why the fuck was I like this? I’d killed men before. For fuck’s sake. I’d killed his wife.

But still, robbing this man of life bothered me. Even though he threatened Abby. Even though right now there was a hit on my future wife’s head because of him. I reached out for the bottle and filled my glass up.

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