Page 37 of Reaper's Rival

“No.” She got up. “Can we go now?”

“Who are the roses from?” I asked, admiring the red roses. I knew one person who particularly liked to send red roses. Blake. Usually as a warning.

“No one. Woke up and they were here. Can we go now?” She was changing the subject. She was lying badly. Did I call her out on it?

But by the look on Reaper’s face, I wouldn’t have to.

“Stop lying, Abby, and tell me what that prick wanted.” Reaper grabbed her by the arm, making her look him in the eye. “I’ll handle it personally.”

It still bothered Reaper that he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger on Damon. It was like he had something to prove, and going after Daniels would give him someone else to hold responsible for what happened to Abby.

“I already have.” She looked at me. I knew that look. She was telling me to stay quiet. So I nodded my head swiftly, so quickly that my head was slightly dizzy, and neither Dad nor Reaper realized we had just made a silent twin agreement. “He brought me roses. Said there was no hard feelings and left. No big deal.” She was lying but was pulling it off. She went up on her toes, placing her hand on the side of Reaper’s face. “Seriously, I’m fine, Kade. I just want to go home.”

She might be fine, for now. But Blake had sent her a warning. If I knew him at all, there would have been a card and Daniels would have been delivering a message as well. The gang had picked a new leader, and their first order of business was to scare the girl who took their role model and Blake’s cousin. The gang considered Damon as the father. The man you turned to when things go to crap.

You don’t turn your back on family.

But you do get revenge.

“Let’s get her pregnant ass home,” I said, walking to where Abby’s bags were. “After all, you guys killed Damon. There is nothing to worry about.”

I looked at them with a smile. Dad nodded his head. Reaper’s eyes hadn’t left Abby’s and if she really wanted to get out of here, she would have to work her charm.

“Come on, Kade.” Her hand intertwined with his and while his hand was stiff from the rage he was currently trying to control, Abby’s hand just melted around his. “Take me home.” She kissed his cheek. “I am pregnant, remember?”

“How could I forget?” His hand that was gripping her arm went over her stomach. “Alright, let’s get you home.”

“I’ll get them.” Dad took the suitcase off me.

“Thanks, Dad.” I gave him a smile and followed Reaper and Abby out of the room.

She might have gotten out of answering Reaper’s questions, but she wouldn’t get out of answering mine.

Abby

Regrets. I had a few. But not one of them was taking those bullets. It was the first time in my life I had taken responsibility for my actions. I wasn’t letting Dad take the blame. I wasn’t hiding out. I faced my fate and the devil; somehow, I survived.

“Looking good, Abby.”

My head snapped up at that voice.

Daniels.

What was he doing here? I didn’t have a gun and I couldn’t even reach for my nurse’s call button without him noticing. Where the hell was Reaper when I needed him? Of course he would pick today not to show up on time. Normally he was here before I even woke up.

“Daniels. What are you doing here?” I looked at the long-stemmed red roses he was holding and then placed in front of me.

“Just bringing a friend some flowers. They’re from Blake.”

“You aren’t a friend.” I picked the card off the flowers. Red roses were a warning. As romantic as they looked and as beautiful they were, Blake had turned them into his own personal threat.

Sweet dreams? Come see me, or I’ll see your Dad here.

“What does he want?” I looked up from the card to Daniels. “I’m finished with the gang. You have no hold on me.”

“You had the mark.”

“Damon cut that out.”

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