I was a wreck and the more I pushed Abby away from this mess, the closer she wanted to get.
“Hey, Reaper.”
Couldn’t I drink in peace?
“Yeah, Jax?”
Jax sucked on a cigarette and blew out a mouth full of smoke. By the look on his face, that wasn’t a normal cigarette. Figured he would be on the weed as soon as everything chilled.
“Just saw Abby get on the back of your Harley and take off.”
“What? Who was riding it?”
He cracked a smirk. “Her.”
My face dropped of expression. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
He whacked me on the back. “Brother, you really need to learn what your girl is like. Fuck, Amber takes my bike all the time.”
My temper was rising as I patted myself down for the keys. Must have fucking left them in it. “Yeah well, that’s different,” I dryly answered.
“How so?”
“Amber can fucking ride. Abby can’t. BRAD!” I was moving through the room toward him. Jax might think it’s funny, but it bloody well wasn’t. She could kill herself on that bike. “BRAD!”
“Yeah?” Brad pulled himself away from the pool table.
“I need the keys for the truck.”
A frown appeared on his face. “I’ve got the keys, but you aren’t going to be able to get out. It’s parked at the back.”
Fuck.
“Keys for your bike then?”
“What is this all about? Why don’t you just take your own bike?” Brad leaned on the cue stick.
“Abby took it.” My temper was starting to get out of control. The woman sure knew how to raise my blood pressure.
His eyebrows shot up. “And now what? Are you going to track her down on it? Abby wouldn’t want you riding around looking for her.”
“I don’t give a toss what she would want. She shouldn’t be on my fucking bike, so hand me the keys.”
“Ok, but have you at least attempted to call her to see where she is? She could be anywhere.”
“She will be with her father.”
“Well, there you go. You know she is in safe hands.”
“Give me the fucking keys.”
“Call her.”
“No.”
“Come on brother, be reasonable.”
“I am fucking reasonable! My girl is on my bike and is fucking carrying my child! I have to get to her before she does something stupid.”