Page 28 of Reaper's Rival

I opened my mouth, but instead of words, it was like I was choking on something, and my head dropped to the side, and blood dripped from my lips.

That wasn’t a good sign.

Dad lowered my body and slowly let go of me, then Kim’s hand was ripped from mine. The ambulance lady was in my face straight away, and now I was being wheeled.

The red and blue lights lit up the night sky, and as I was wheeled backward into the ambulance, I saw him.

Pressed against the bonnet of a police car, with two police officers pinning him down, I saw my reason, my Kade, struggling…but his eyes locked with mine and it was only for a split second before the doors swung shut. Then I was surrounded by a lot of whiteness; the lady was putting a mask over my face, saying something.

But I didn’t have my reason to keep breathing now.

So I let go and sank into the darkness that was pulling me backward.

Chapter 8

Kim

“It’s killing Dad. I told him that you were fine. But you know Dad won’t believe it until he sees it with his own eyes. He hates the orange too. But not nearly as much as Reaper. I swear that man is going to blow a hole through his skull out of rage. He’s on his third lawyer; this one actually thinks he will make bail. Dad’s trial is in two days and Joanne, his lawyer, is confident that he will make bail. Though it is going to be an expense.” I tipped the water from the vase and flicked on the tap.

“It’s not helping Dad’s case that he screamed “I killed the fucker” at the scene. The cops are having a field day with that. The clubhouse is so empty. Of course Cameron, Trigger, and Brad would choose to get arrested as well. Stupid boys following their President. Because assaulting a police officer goes down so well.” I turned the tap off and turned around.

Her chest was rising, but the room was filled with the sounds of beeping from the machines keeping her alive. As much as I wanted her to wake from this coma, I knew at the same time that the doctors said it would be in her best interest if her body kept her in this state for a while longer.

What was left of her body, that was.

One bullet through the shoulder, two through her left lung and one through her right. Then there was the massive cut across her other shoulder and the now-missing tattoo.

I swallowed sharply.

“I’m worried about Dad’s heart. This stress isn’t helping him. Also, doesn’t help that he is still managing to run the club from inside a cell. You would think the man would take a break, wouldn’t you?”

I placed the flowers on her bedside table. I stared at my sister. Her chest rising was the only sign of life. Her body was dead still. Her hair was parted nicely on either side of her face.

She was like Snow White.

If Snow White’s body was so twisted and fucked up that she couldn’t wake up.

Abby was still fighting, and boy did she have reasons to fight.

She had me, Dad, Reaper, and then there was…the baby. Tears filled my eyelids. She didn’t even know she was pregnant.

It was still early days, but her body, as damaged as it was, was still fighting and keeping the little thing alive.

I hadn’t told Reaper.

And as each day passed, I felt more and more guilty about it.

But how was I to know if it was his? I had seen her coming out of Damon’s room that once. Also, what if Abby didn’t want it? She had the right to make that decision.

But she was on life support, and the chances of her waking up anytime soon to tell us what she wanted wasn’t going to happen.

The doctors asked each morning if I had spoken to the father.

Each morning I dodged the fucking question.

Abby was either going to wake up pregnant, or she was going to be kept on life support until the baby was born and then…well, then we would have to make the decision that she would want us to make.

We couldn’t keep her on life support forever.

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