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My heart sank. That was just after I left. I should have stayed. I should have waited five more fucking minutes.

“The last message we got from the operating room was that she was stable. You are more than welcome to wait in one of the waiting rooms or in her room, Miss Harrison.”

I turned slowly and walked like the dead back to her room. She was making me age by pulling all this shit. I pushed open her bedroom door and scooped up the flowers and my stuff.

I’d wait.

I’d wait all night if that was what it took, till I knew she was stable and back here.

Chapter 9

Kim

Wasn’t till I was sitting across from Reaper for the third time that I actually took notice of the new tattoo on his neck. Kind of made my heart melt and break at the same time seeing my sister’s name tattooed across his skin.

Reaper wasn’t coping being away from Abby. Each visit he was more rattled, more rage filled him, and the madness in his eyes was enough to scare any sane person away.

Lucky for him and his sanity, his trial was tomorrow, and if the judge had a heart, he would let bail be posted on these bullshit charges.

“So she’s still stable?” He drummed his fingers on the table. The letters Reaper tattooed across his fingers had my attention.

“She’s going into surgery this afternoon. To have the blood drained from around her brain.” I pulled my eyes away from his fingers and met his eyes. “They have assured me that she will be fine.”

He dragged a hand across his head. “You’ll be there for it?”

“Of course.”

“This is bullshit. I should be there.”

“And tomorrow you will be. Just keep your head down and don’t start another fight between now and then.”

“Fucking frustrating.”

“Abby wouldn’t want you in any more trouble then you are already in. Anyway, Dad told me to tell you to pull your head in.”

“Easy for him to fucking say when his trial is today.”

“It’s a day’s difference, Reaper. Now pull your shit together. If anything happens with Abby, you’ll know, I promise.”

“Right, cause I’m just so easy to fucking contact.”

“The MC has guards in here. You know that. Trust me I’ll get word in.” I picked up my handbag. “Just think, this time tomorrow you will be seeing her for yourself.”

“Yeah, seeing what that fucker did to her.”

“Can’t change the past. Abby’s doing ok. Just got to give her body time to heal.” I was doing my best to keep my shit together. Couldn’t he at least stay positive?

“You’re handling all this shit really well.” His eyes were on fire when they met mine.

“Don’t really have a choice. Now I have to get to Dad’s trial. I’ll see you tomorrow in court.”

Did I like being the reasonable one? Did I enjoy trying to keep the calm when everything was falling apart?

No.

But like most things in life, I didn’t have a fucking choice.

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