Page 39 of Reaper's Rival

“I already have.” I looked at Kim. Please keep your mouth shut. Kim nodded her head quickly and I got my wish. She was going to keep quiet, which meant my only problem was getting Reaper to calm down. “He brought me roses. Said there was no hard feelings and left. No big deal,” I lied. I placed my hand on Kade’s cheek. “Seriously, I’m fine, Kade. I just want to go home.”

I saw the debate in his eyes. Like he was deciding whether I was safer here than at home.

“Let’s get her pregnant ass home.” Kim said, breaking the silence. “After all, you guys killed Damon. There is nothing to worry about.”

Thank you, Kim. I smiled at Kade.

“Come on, Kade.” I linked my fingers with his. Even though his hand was stiff, I just clenched his fingers tighter till he responded. “Take me home.” I kissed his cheek and decided I’d play the only card I had. “I am pregnant, remember?”

His eyes softened and he nodded his head. “How could I forget?” His hand left my arm and ran over my stomach. “Alright, let’s get you home.”

I shut my eyes briefly. Thank god. Now all I had to do was somehow convince Kade to let me out of his sight to see Blake sometime this week.

I knew when Reaper wrapped his arm around me and guided me out of the room, that was going to be my real problem.

He was more protective of me than ever.

I also knew Kim would have questions. It was one thing lying to the man I loved. It was another lying and getting away with it with your twin. Especially when she knew every trick I had in the book.

***

I didn’t want to be here. I knew I was going to get an earful as soon as Reaper found out I lied and hadn’t gone into town. Instead I had driven half an hour out of town to see Blake.

I was walking through the prison’s visitors section when I spotted him at a far table. I might not have been able to see him right away, but he had spotted me.

“Abby.” He greeted me like we were old friends.

“Blake.” I pulled out a chair and sat down. “What do you want?”

He laughed. “Straight to the point, aren’t you?”

“You did blackmail me to get me here. So now we are at the point where you tell me why before I get up and leave.”

He sat back, looking rather proud of himself. “How’s your dad?”

Why was he talking about Dad? “Good.”

“Is he ready to come see me?”

That was a double-edged question. The real question: was Dad ready to die in here because of me?

“You’ve got my attention. I suggest you say something else to keep it.” I leaned in on the table.

“You’re one of my best shooters.”

“Was. And I really wasn’t that good. Anyone can aim and fire a gun.”

“You’re a kill shooter. Have a straight shot. Don’t miss. And don’t flinch at the blood. But what I really like about you is the way you can hit a moving target.”

“What do you want, Blake?” Highlighting how much of a good shot he thought I was wasn’t going to do anything. He couldn’t flatter me back into the gang. I didn’t care what he thought of my skills. As far as I was concerned, I was retired.

“I need you to take care of a few hits for me.”

“Like hell I will!”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You either do it, or your old man becomes an inmate and is dead before the week is out.”

“So you are blackmailing me? Again?”

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