Page 25 of Reaper's Rival

His grip on the gun was causing his knuckles to turn white. “Didn’t expect you girls to turn on me. Thought we had a good thing going.”

“I’m not leaving without Abby.”

“Abby’s marked, she fucking stays. You can fuck off now. This is your only chance.” Damon turned the gun on me. My stomach tightened. There was no Reaper to save me. There was no Dad to save me. There was just me with a gun pointed at my chest.

“Go, Kim.” I glanced at her. “Just go.”

She could get help.

“Didn’t want it to go down like this, Abby. Thought you were a smart girl.” I watched his finger push in and nearly instantly I dropped to the ground. An overwhelming pain consumed my body. It felt like a red-hot iron had just pierced through my shoulder.

Kim screamed.

“Kim, get out of here,” I yelled at her from the kitchen floor.

“I suggest you listen to your sister before I show you the meaning of blood in and blood out too.” Damon’s voice was cold and had a murderous tint to it.

Blood in, blood out.

I stared down and watched the blood run down my arm and onto the white tiles. I heard the slamming of the front door and the next thing I knew, I was being pulled up by my hair.

“You don’t get the tattoo, bitch, then change your fucking mind.”

It was never about the money. This was personal. He had what he wanted, but that wasn’t what he really wanted; I knew that now.

“You’re just pissed because I didn’t fuck you.” I spat in his face, only to receive a backhand slap across my cheek.

“Well, we will see how pretty that tattoo is when I’m done with you.”

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Kim

My heart pumped out of my chest. My feet hit the pavement as fast as I could run from the house.

Abby was going to die. I could see it in Damon’s eyes. He was going to kill her and there wasn’t anything I could do.

I rested against a tree, listening to the ringing tone in my ear. For fuck’s sake, would someone pick up their phone?

“Hello.”

Finally, Dad!

“Dad, it didn’t go as planned. Nothing went as planned. He shot Abby. I think he is going to kill her. I don’t know what to do.”

“Kim, calm down. I can’t understand you.”

“I SAID HE SHOT ABBY!”

“Are you with her?” Dad’s voice was tense now, understanding the situation.

“No, he let me go. But Abby was bleeding out on the kitchen floor, Dad. I think...I think he is going to kill her. He said something about blood in and blood out.”

“Was Abby carrying? Did she have a gun on her?”

“No. We both didn’t.”

He was silent for a moment.

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