Page 4 of Reaper's Rival

I flung the rest of the blankets back and climbed out of bed.

Fuck it. I wasn’t going to sleep, so I might as well go do something useful.

Reaching for my phone, my body froze.

Once in a while, it would occur to me. Once in a while, it would hit me hard.

I could call him.

I doubt he even had the same number. My hand curled around the phone, and I unlocked it, scrolling through my contacts till I paused on Reaper.

I closed my eyes and pressed dial.

Putting the phone to my ear, I listened as it rang, and my stomach twisted tightly with nerves. I doubted he would even be up.

“Hello?” His voice was thick and coated with liquor.

“Reaper.”

“Abby?” He sounded more alert, and I heard noises in the background. “Is everything ok?”

Was everything ok?

Sure.

I had left Dad. I had left the club. I had joined a gang. I killed people now. I doubted every single thing I did, and I was losing myself a bit more after every hit.

“What do you mean?” Did he mean about the club? Or Dad?

“I mean is everything ok?”

Everything was so far from ok. “Things are complicated.”

Then I heard a woman’s voice in the background. He wasn’t alone. God, I was so stupid. Of course he wouldn’t be alone.

“Can I ask you something, Reaper?”

“You call me out of the fucking blue in the dead of night, and you’re telling me it is so you can ask me something?”

The old me would have chewed her lip and muttered an excuse and hung up.

The new me, well, “Are you fucking someone right now?”

“No.”

“Fine, did you just finish fucking her?”

“Things are complicated.”

I scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for you. But you haven’t been waiting for me, have you?” Realization hit me hard and fast in the face, making my stomach curl into a tight knot, ice slowly creeping through my veins. Suddenly I was feeling a lot colder and for the first time, it wasn’t the fact that I was taking lives now making me cold. It was him, knowing there was no future.

“I’m not coming back, Abby. Your old man made damn sure of that.”

“Then I guess you have no reason to lie to me. Are you fucking other women?”

“It’s fucking after three in the morning, and you want to have this fight?”

“I didn’t say anything about a fight.”

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