Page 38 of Reaper's Rival

“Still,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Blake isn’t ready to say good-bye to his best shooter.”

“He can get another one,” I gritted out, my grip tightening on the card. “I’m pregnant. I can’t go back to that life.”

“Is it Damon’s?” His face lit up.

They would love that. Hell, they would invite me back with open arms and look after my every need. All would be forgiven.

“No.”

“Whose is it then?”

My brain clicked in before I opened my mouth. Don’t tell them the truth. “Some one-night stand.” I wasn’t about to let them have more to hurt me with. “So Blake wants to see me?”

“As the card read, yes.”

“What happens if I don’t go?” Blake couldn’t get out of prison to make me see him. And his gang wouldn’t come near the club as long as I was there. Soon I would leaving to be with Reaper’s charter, and they wouldn’t have a clue where I was.

“Like the card read, your Dad will.” His eyes sharpened. “Murder charges are hard to get off on.”

Blake wanted Dad in prison. My stomach clenched tightly. Dad wouldn’t last five minutes within those prison walls with Blake in them, even with the MC members in there. Blake had more pull on the guards because he had been in there so bloody long.

“Fine, tell him I’ll see him this week.” How the hell was I going to get out of Reaper’s sight for an hour? Reaper wouldn’t even let me shower alone at the moment.

“He will be happy to hear it. Bye, Abby.” Daniels looked satisfied as he turned and left.

My eyes ran over the card again. I knew Dad getting off those charges was going to be hard. Kim had told me Dad had screamed he killed Damon in front of the police. Even during Dad’s trial, he was proud of it.

So typically Dad.

Now it looked like it was going to come back and haunt me.

Did I tell Reaper?

No.

This was my problem. If I even mentioned it to Reaper, he would do something stupid, like kill Daniels and put me in a worse position. I was glaring at the roses when the door burst open suddenly.

“Abby, you ok?” Reaper basically broke down the door. The anger on his face told me he knew I had had a visitor. How would he have picked out Daniels? I glanced at Kim, getting my answer.

I stuffed the card into my jeans pocket.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I forced a smile. “Where have you guys been?”

“What did that guy want?” Reaper demanded, looking like he was ready to track down Daniels and ask him if I didn’t answer quick enough. “Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he threaten you?”

“No.” I got up. I really needed to change the subject. “Can we go now?”

“Who are the roses from?” Kim asked. And I really wished she had kept her mouth shut. I didn’t know if she knew about Blake’s way to threaten women with roses. But by the expression on her face as she looked at me, I think she did.

“No one. Woke up and they were here. Can we go now?”

Reaper gripped my arm, making me look him in the eye. Didn’t he know it was so much harder to look him in the eye and lie? Why was he doing it to me?

“Stop lying, Abby, and tell me what that prick wanted.” Reaper dipped his head, his furious eyes locked with mine. “I’ll handle it personally.”

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