Page 17 of Reaper's Rival

We were so fucking screwed.

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We didn’t get any alone time till late that afternoon, and as soon as Damon pulled out the driveway, Kim was banging on my door.

“Come in.”

“Abby, we need to fucking talk.” She closed the door behind her.

I stood up; time to come clean with her.

“I saw Reaper last night.”

“I saw Trigger last night.”

We spoke at the same time.

“What!?” “WHAT!?” Again, we spoke at the same time.

We stared at each other, now silent.

How was it possible that she went and saw Trigger last night? I would have seen her, wouldn’t I? My mind ran wild as I couldn’t believe she had snuck out to go see him.

“You go first,” I prompted her, waving my hands for her to hurry up.

“I want to go home. Trigger and I, well, we worked things out, and sure, it isn’t going to be easy, but I want to try.” She stared down at her feet, looking guilty. “I know that this was my idea but Abby, I want out. I want to go home. I want to work things out with Dad.”

She had tasted life without the safety of the club, and clearly she didn’t like it.

“Trigger said that Dad misses us and wants us home. He even said that Dad has been going out of his mind with worry.”

“Kim, stop.” I put my hand out, silencing her. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it. Like I said, I went to see Reaper last night.”

“How did that go?” She looked uneasy asking.

“Worked out I didn’t shoot him.”

“Really?”

“Steel-capped boots. Didn’t get him.”

“God, you must feel better knowing that.”

I sighed, sitting down on the bed. “Not really.”

“So you two, are you going to work it out?”

“He wants to try.”

“And you?”

“I want to try too, but look at the mess we got ourselves in, Kim. We can’t expect the club to hand that money over, and Damon chose that as our condition for a reason because he knows we can’t do it.”

“We should call Dad, tell him everything and get his input.”

She was right, we should. Dad would know what to do. But we were grown women, and we got ourselves into this mess.

“We shouldn’t call him.” I stood up. “We should go see him.”

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