Page 19 of Reaper's Rival

“It’s a tattoo, get over it.”

“You girls came here for something.” He reached for his cigarette packet. “Wanna tell me what that something is?”

“I want to come home,” Kim blurted out.

You had to be kidding me. Seriously, she couldn’t keep it to herself.

“Then come home.” Dad’s voice softened, and it was noticeable. The look that covered his face told me that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“We can’t.” I glared at Kim for a moment then looked at Dad. “Damon won’t let us walk. Not to mention we have commitments, and he isn’t letting us out of them.”

“Then I’ll kill the fucker.” Dad shrugged his shoulders. “Problem solved. You can come home.”

“Damon Bishop isn’t someone you just kill and get away with. He’s the type of man you kill, and you start a war.”

“Then finish up your commitments with him.”

“We can’t.”

Kim was nervously shaking her legs. We had both agreed on not telling Dad the fact that the condition of us leaving was taking the money from them.

“Why?”

“Because.” I snapped and reached into my handbag, finding my own cigarette packet and pulling one out. “You can’t help us, and we can’t get out of this…” I frowned, trying to think of the words to describe it. “Situation.”

“Try us,” Reaper spoke up.

My eyes snapped up, locking with his. Even now I was pulled to him. It was like I was my sixteen-year-old self and I was just pulled right back to him. There was only one way to describe it. Love.

I loved Reaper.

And to hell with it, I would do anything I could do now to have him back. There was so much goddamn weight on my shoulders right now. Would it kill me to share it? I sighed, nodding my head. I guess all I could do was share.

“Damon wants the cash that I gave up to you. If we give him the money, he will let us walk. If we don’t well, we stay.”

Kim looked at me, shaking her head. “So much for not telling them.”

“We give it then take it back. Easy fix.” Trigger pulled himself forward on the table. “The girls get freed, we get to use our guns to get the money back.”

“It won’t be that easy. Do you really think they will just let hand over the bag of cash and not ask us where we got it from?” Kim rolled her eyes.

“You tell them the truth. Your old man gave it to you. I want you girls home and if that costs me some money, then so be it. Not like we won’t make it back,” Dad said simply. Like it wasn’t a shitload of cash he was about to willingly give up.

“Boss, that is some serious money we will be giving up.” Brad looked up and down the table. “Club money. We can’t just hand it over.”

“We can, and we will.” Dad’s voice rolled with anger. “Then when we get our shit together, we will get the money back from them.”

“Because Damon just leaves opportunities to be stolen from all the time.” I looked Dad directly in the eye. “We don’t want the money. We are sorting our own shit out. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can’t just come home. Kim can’t just walk like she wants to.”

“And you, Abby? What do you want?”

“Don’t know.” Liar.

“Really? Because I thought you wanted to ride off with my Vice President into the fucking sunset. I tell ya now I would rather you be on the back of the Reaper’s bike than where you are. So we are giving the money up. If anyone has a problem with it, raise your fucking hand so I can shoot it off.”

I opened my mouth.

Then shut it.

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