Page 52 of Reaper's Rival

So if she didn’t answer to Daniels, who did she answer to?

Roach was basically breathing fire. It took him about five minutes to calm down and he had his phone out.

“You could at least let her get a block away before you start begging her to come back,” I said, pissed off that he had ruined my chance with her.

“I’m not letting him have her,” Roach muttered and put the phone to his ear, and I would bet all my money that he was calling Abby. To convince her to come back. Like always, she wouldn’t just break when he applied pressure. Instead, she was distant and cold and gave it back as good as she took it.

Roach wasn’t used to his daughter not giving in to him. She had proved to him over and over again she didn’t answer to him anymore.

But every time after their fights, Roach would realize he was giving Daniels what he wants. And that’s Abby. We had to keep some of her here. Even if she was just sleeping here. It meant she wasn’t completely Daniels’.

But I knew after one of these fights they kept having that she wasn’t going to come back. And then I would have really lost any chance of getting her back.

I still hadn’t come to terms with the fact she had a boyfriend. It was easier if I didn’t say it out loud. Maybe a part of me was still believing she was mine.

Even though she was nowhere near mine anymore.

Abby

“So you going to tell me who Kade is?”

I took my eyes off my novel and looked over my shoulder. I was lying on the bed, reading. Daniels was drinking a coffee and had just let himself into the guest room I was staying in.

“Nope,” I said and went back to reading.

“So this guy must be important for you to get his name tattooed on your shoulder.”

“He was, yes.” I flicked a page. Ever since I got my tattoo, I always had it covered, never wearing a dress or top that showed it off. The last thing I wanted was for Reaper to see it. I had gotten it a month ago, just after we broke up.

Sounds stupid, I know. But I had to keep a piece of him with me. Even if he was going to move to another town, find a new woman, have kids with her. Our history had a mark on my heart and while my heart would always belong to him, I wanted a physical mark of our love, so I got his name tattooed.

Daniels is the only one who had seen it. And boy did he not stop asking questions.

“Is he a member?”

“Do you know a Kade in your gang?” I was half paying attention while half addicted to the newest romance novel I had picked up. I swear since becoming pregnant, all I did was read. I couldn’t sleep, so I read.

“I was talking about a Satan’s Son member.”

I dropped my book. “Does it really matter?”

“Yep. I want to know who you are declaring owns your body.” Daniels sat on the end of the bed finishing his coffee. “You hungry? You haven’t eaten since you got here.”

“How long have I been here?” With the whole not sleeping thing, the days just blended into each other.

“Three days.”

I sighed. “Guess that means I have to head back to the club.” I usually didn’t make Dad sweat longer than three days. I hadn’t answered any of his calls or messages. As far as he knew, I had taken him seriously and moved out.

But like I said. I don’t make it longer than three days. Or maybe I should teach him a lesson.

“Abby, are you hungry?” Daniels clicked his fingers in my face. “I swear you are getting dangerously thin.”

“My stomach is still growing.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You aren’t really my boyfriend, you don’t have to be concerned if I eat or not.”

“How am I meant to trust your shooting if you don’t have the strength to hold a gun up?”

I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. “You have a point.”

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