Page 2 of Reaper's Rival

“I’ll take you home.” Damon threw some cash down on the table.

“Yeah, and I’ll take the keys,” Kim put her hand out, which I then dropped the keys in. “I have other plans for the night.”

“Clearly,” I muttered, getting out of the booth and strolling away, with Damon following me.

Damon had made his intentions when it came to me crystal fucking clear. He wanted me. He's been wanting me for a long while now. Still, I wasn’t giving it up to him.

In some twisted and screwed up way, I still saw myself as Reaper’s girl. Even though I hadn’t heard a word from him since he left. Not a message. Not a phone call. Nothing. And the man had my number, so he had no excuse.

When it came down to it, he just fucking didn’t want to contact me.

Suppose I should be more upset about it, but I wasn’t. If he hadn’t been home, he wouldn’t have known that I left.

He wouldn’t know that I walked away from the club for him.

Shoving my hands in my leather pockets, I wished he would fucking call so I could tell him there was nothing keeping us apart anymore.

Well, apart from the fact I was now working for their competition.

“You’re quiet tonight.” Damon unlocked the doors to his car.

“Been a long week.”

“You’re lying to me.”

I looked across the bonnet at him. “Maybe.” Then I walked to the door and opened it up. Damon climbed in after me.

“You wanna talk about it?” He started the car up.

“No.”

“What’s got you so pissed off?”

“Nothing.”

“Is it about the job?”

“No.”

“Woman, give me a fucking bone here.”

I twisted in my seat to look at him. “Why do you care?”

Really, why did he? I was a flat-out bitch to him, and still he cared.

“You’re going colder after each job.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I care about you, Abby. I don’t want you doing this shit if it is messing with your head.”

“The only thing that is messing with my head is your double-sided questions. I don’t see you harassing Kim.”

“I don’t see Kim pulling the trigger on every job.”

The first kill was the worst. After that, you just dealt with it. You moved the fuck on because you had to. But on the first job, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if that man had a family. Did he have a girlfriend waiting for him? But Damon put me to the test and when it came down to it, it was the guy’s life or mine, because he sure as hell didn’t care if I had a family or not. That was my first kill and ever since then, I had become colder after each one.

“Someone has to do it.”

He glanced off the road, his eyes locking with mine for a moment. “Look, I don’t know who pissed you off and has you trigger-happy, and I don’t care. All I wanna know is you aren’t going to fucking crumble on me.”

Crumble on him.

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