Page 29 of Reaper's Rival

“You know how fucking hard it is without you right now? Would you just fucking wake up, Abby? I need you to wake up.”

I wiped away the angry tears. It was still early days; we didn’t have to make decisions now, especially when her body was healing. There was a chance, a small chance that she would wake up.

I scooped up my handbag off the ground. Fuck I needed a smoke, then I had an appointment at the prison that I wasn’t looking forward to.

“Love you. Don’t you fucking dare die.” I kissed her cold forehead. “I’ll be back this afternoon. I’m off to see Dad and your man.” I brushed her blonde hair aside. “Counting on you on pulling through soon, Abby, so I have some fucking good news to tell them.”

I slipped my handbag up my arm and left her room quietly. I couldn’t put it off any longer. I had to tell Reaper and let him make the decision. We either let the doctors do the abortion now, or we let the thing grow.

Right about now, I wished Abby and I had more sisterly chats on her thoughts of abortion.

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I was used to the staring from the other inmates. I knew I was attractive and these men were like dogs in heat. They openly rubbed themselves while staring at you. I had learned quickly that it was best to just stare at the ground. That was, until I found out something interesting.

Their eyes, their unwanted stares would stop as soon as I reached Reaper’s table.

In fact, I wouldn’t score another glance once they saw who I was visiting.

Reaper sure did have a reputation.

“Abby alright? Something happen?” Reaper was down my throat before I even pulled my chair out.

“Abby’s fine. Well, in a coma and still serious, but stable.” I sat on the plastic white chair and stared across at the man that my sister was willing to die for.

His knuckles were still bloody and slowly healing. He had shaved his head, and I noticed more ink on his neck.

“Look, we need to talk.” I looked into his cold eyes. “It’s about Abby.”

“You said she was fine.” His voice tightened with pain. Even with his cold exterior, I could still see the pain he was living with. Not being able to see her was killing him one day at a time.

“You know she… look, this isn’t easy for me. I’m crap at the emotional stuff, get it from my father. Abby was better when it came to feelings. But still, I got to do this.” I took a steady breath in. “You know she loved you. I can’t understand the fuck why, but she did. Does.”

“You got a point to this conversation, Kim?”

“She took those bullets for you.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that? You don’t think I wake up every fucking day wishing I took them.” His fists clenched at his side, and I knew he was one second from having a rage attack. His uncontrollable rage attacks were what had us going through lawyers.

I put my hands up. “Calm down. I didn’t…I wasn’t blaming you. My point is Abby knew what she was doing.”

His cold eyes were scorching mine.

“You see the point is…Abby is kind of…well, not kind of. She is...”

“Spit it out, Kim.”

“Pregnant. Abby is pregnant. And I have all these fucking doctors breathing down my neck if she would want an abortion or if she would want to keep it. Then if she keeps it, we can, well, they can keep her on life support until the baby is born. But that is only if she doesn’t wake up and fuck me, they don’t know if she is going to or not, but my point is, Reaper, there is a baby involved, and I’m not sure what the fuck to do. So here I am. Seeing as you’re the father, your opinion matters. Fuck, I think she would want you to decide especially if things don’t go the way we want them to.”

While I had a mini explosion, he just stared at me. I was beginning to think he hadn’t heard a word I said till he dragged his hands down his cheeks and let out a silent fuck.

I took an easy breath in. “So now you know. I’m scared if we keep it and she wakes up pregnant, she might kill me or you.”

“We never spoke about kids.” His cold eyes glared into the table. “This isn’t fucking ok. She doesn’t get to fucking do this to me. She should be here. She should fucking be making the decisions.”

I chewed my bottom lip for a moment. “Reaper, we have to get real. Abby is in a bad state, and this baby might be all that is left of her.”

His eyes bounced from the table and met mine. “I’m not ready to be a father.”

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