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Payback is a bitch. But boy, did I love serving it. I had had the meeting with Hunter earlier in the week. I now had all the merch. They just needed to be tested and I had found the perfect target.

I got out of my car. It was dark, so I didn’t stand out having an AK in hand.

I quickly walked up the driveway of Daniels’ house, spotting his pride and joy out the front. His Mustang. I swear he loved that car more than he loved anything else. And considering that, this made it the perfect plan.

I had warned him I’d get him back for those comments about my sex drive. Because what had really pissed me off was he didn’t know just how desperately I wanted to get laid. I needed sex. I needed to be touched. I had never been this desperate before, but I was even considering a one-night stand just to take the edge off.

I pulled the AK forward and aimed it at the car. I grinned as I sprayed it with bullets. Smashing windows, destroying the body.

The front door burst open and shots started coming my way. I quickly ducked behind the car.

“I TOLD YOU I’D GET YOU BACK!” I yelled while still taking cover.

“ABBY!”

I laughed. “I’M JUST TESTING THE MERCH!”

“ON MY FUCKING CAR?”

“PAYBACK IS A BITCH, RIGHT?” I got up and couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face as I sprayed more bullets at it for fun.

“YOU ARE LUCKY I DIDN’T KILL YOU!” Daniels shouted from his front steps. I knew he would be pissed off.

“YOU’RE FORGETTING THE FACT I’M THE ONE WITH THE KILLER AIM!” I backed away from the car. “DON’T YOU JUST LOVE BEING MY BOYFRIEND!”

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, ABBY!”

“OH BRING IT ON, BABY!” I darted off into the street, quickly unlocking my car. I still couldn’t stop smirking. Now that, that felt good. But it didn’t take the edge off what I really needed, and that was sex. But it did make me happy and for the first time in a while, I was smiling because I was happy. Happy with myself.

Chapter 13

Reaper

“I don’t understand why it won’t bloody start!” Brad yelled and threw a spanner across the garage. Roach just laughed, and I did my best not to laugh as well. Brad had been working on this hunk of junk for the last month and even though he had fitted it with a new motor, it still wouldn’t go.

“Maybe you should give up on it, Brad,” Cameron suggested.

I nodded my head. “Buy something that goes. You have enough money for that.”

“That doesn’t make it a project!” Brad snapped at us.

I looked up out of the garage and noticed Abby driving in. I hadn’t seen her again since she disappeared with Daniels about a week ago. It was killing me. Not being able to talk to her. Not being able to call her. Not having a right to know what she was up to.

What hurt more was watching her with another man. Not being able to stop him from touching her. I hated seeing her curl into him. Hated witnessing and seeing their couple comments.

The only way I was coping was by not thinking she was with him. He was her friend. Well, that’s what I kept telling myself. Even though she spent all her time with him and I couldn’t even say that her and I were friends.

I didn’t speak to her. She didn’t speak to me.

The only communication I got from her was the ultrasound pictures under my door.

I still hadn’t left for my charter because I couldn’t leave her. Even though she wasn’t mine anymore, I still couldn’t just leave her here. Couldn’t bring myself to admit it was over.

I watched her get out of the car, then bend over and pull an AK out.

Why the hell did she have one of them? I needed an answer.

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