Page 5 of Reaper's Rival

“Fine. Yes. I am. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you every fucking day. That I don’t wish things could be different.”

“I left the club. I left Dad. All for you.” I wanted someone to slap me. “And now you tell me you wish things could be different. They can be different. I made it so they can be.”

God, I was so stupid.

“Abby, you’re talking too fast. What do you fucking mean you left the club? Where are you? You ok? Who the fuck is looking after you?”

“Why would you care? YOU moved the fuck on.”

Like I should have. God, all this time wasted.

“It’s not like that.”

“Well, I’ll tell you something, Kade; this is the last night I stay awake thinking about you.” And I meant it. I would spend one more night wide awake thinking of him, then I was done.

“Abby, don’t you dare fucking hang up. You know your number is private. Where are you? How did your old man let you leave the club?”

“You know you have a lot of questions, Kade. Pity I don’t feel like fucking answering them.” Then I pulled the phone away and hung up.

It was a mistake. It was a fucking mistake thinking he would be mine one day.

Angry tears slid down my cheeks, and I threw my phone across the room.

I needed something to drink. I needed…I fall back on the bed, my mind racing. I needed to turn back time and never fall in love with the Reaper.

***

I followed my feet, not really over thinking about where I was going till I was there. I knocked once and heard nothing on the other side of the door. Slowly, I twisted the knob and slid in.

He wasn’t sleeping. Just like I had expected.

Damon’s eyes zoned in on mine from across the room.

“What are you doing, Abby?” He tilted his head, watching me lean against his door.

“Have you ever made a mistake you can’t come back from?”

“Many. It’s the lifestyle we live. You regretting killing those two French men?”

I shook my head. “I’m regretting ever falling in love.”

“Love comes and goes. Sometimes you think you’re in love when really you are just hung up on someone who will one day only be a memory.”

“Have you ever loved someone?”

Damon lit a cigarette and gestured for me to come into the room. “I thought I did when I was younger.”

I sat on the edge of his bed while he sat in an armchair, smoking and reading something.

“How do you get over it?”

“For me, I just got on top of someone else.”

I cringed. “Not happening.”

He coughed out laughter and shook his head, “Didn’t expect my solution to work for you, darling. If you want some wise words, do what your sister does.”

“Kim?” I tilted my head, looking at him, confused.

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