Page 187 of Reaper's Rival

They raised machine guns and started spraying the car with bullets.

My automatic reaction was to shield Tyson. I threw myself between the seats and over the car seat. Tyson was wailing.

But I didn’t need to do anything because the car protected us. It must have stumped them because they then redirected their fire at the engine.

“Please tell me the car will start.” Kim looked at me, wide-eyed.

I pressed the button and nothing. I twisted, still nothing. We were dead.

“Fuck Abby, what do we do?” Kim watched as the men pressed their faces against the windows. “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!”

Then the one that pressed his face against my window pointed. Then it clicked.

This wasn’t random.

They weren’t after Kim.

They were here for me.

“KIM, LISTEN TO ME!” I screamed over her panicked screams. Her eyes zoned in on me and she nodded her head, clearly scared out of her mind. So was I. They started banging their guns against my window.

It hit me hard. “Kim, you need to listen to me. They’re going to take me.”

There was another thud on my door and the masked men circled the car. The only reason the window was holding out now was because they were meant to be bulletproof.

“NO, they can’t!” Kim’s eyes darted to the men that were banging with all their strength on my window.

“Look after Tyson. Promise me you will look after Tyson.” The silent tears were falling down my cheeks.

She started to frantically shake her head. “No Abby. Please, no.”

“Kim, we only have seconds till they break this window and take me. Promise me you will look after my son.”

She was sobbing but nodded her head. “Always, Abby.”

Just as she said it, my window smashed into a million little pieces. I shielded my face from the glass, then I started whacking the hand as the masked man grabbed for the door handle.

“Kim, just look after Tyson.” Our eyes were locked and we were both sobbing just as the door opened and I started punching and kicking. The man gripped my waist and lifted me out in seconds. I was clinging to the chair, trying to hang onto anything, but a swift kick in the stomach made me lose my grip.

I watched Kim get farther from me as I was dragged away. Tyson was crying, and I was being dragged away from a scene you would see in a movie. My car was a crumpled mess in the middle of the road and the van that had run into us was abandoned. The cries of my son pulled on my heart. As long as they left him and just took me.

Just don’t touch my son.

Another car pulled up, and the man threw me in the back, whacking my head on the door. I didn’t know how many men were in the car. All I heard was Tyson’s cries before the door shut.

I thanked God right then; they left my son alone.

Reaper

“No more sleep for you,” Brad whacked me on the shoulders as we all walked into the clubhouse.

“Or sex,” Trigger added, laughing.

“Shut ya mouth. That’s my daughter you are talking about,” Roach piped in.

He still didn’t like the idea of thinking of his daughter having sex. No matter what they said, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.

Tyson was one happy little boy and so far, being a father was settling on me. Abby is the perfect mother. I had a lot to live up to.

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