Page 57 of Reaper's Rival

“Don’t you dare walk away from me.” I spun around, catching her at the bottom of the stairs.

“What now?” She sighed. “What could I have possibly done to upset you?”

“He isn’t bringing up my kid.” Just keep a lid on your temper, Kade.

She scoffed. “I’m not having this conversation.”

“Why?”

“Because at the end of the day, I don’t even know if I should be a mom.” She flung around, showing me her non-cold side, and for the first time in months, she was letting me see the real her. “I shouldn’t be a mum, Reaper. Hear those words. So I don’t know what I am going to do.”

What the hell did she mean? “You aren’t actually thinking what I think you are thinking, are you?”

She pursed her lips and nodded her head. “I was going to mention it to you. But I’ve been busy.”

“Busy.” I spat out. “Running around with your boyfriend isn’t busy, Abby!”

“It’s too late to have this conversation.” She turned and walked up the stairs quickly, but this conversation was nowhere near over. Typical Abby. Things get hard, she runs. But I wasn’t letting her run away from this.

She actually thought I would let her give up our kid?

She pushed her bedroom door open and went to close it in my face. I gripped it and forced it back open.

“Reaper, not now.” She groaned and flicked on her lights.

“Bloody hell, Abby!” And I wasn’t saying that because she was frustrating me, scaring me, and possibly taking my kid away from me. I was saying bloody hell because her room was filled with guns. Everywhere. “Who the hell gave you all this crap?” It was not safe for her to be having all these in her room. “Some of these don’t even have safeties!”

I walked into her room, looking at the guns.

“I’m just doing a job for Daniels, it isn’t a big deal.” She shrugged like her room didn’t look like a middle of a war zone or a scene from a movie.

“What kind of job?”

She picked a machine gun off her bed and put it on the ground, and the fact she was carrying that while pregnant made my blood run hot.

“WHAT KIND OF JOB!?”

Her head snapped up after she sat on the bed. “Sorry, my mind was somewhere else.” She sighed. “I’m just organizing their gun connection. Their old supplier dried up. Couldn’t have them dealing with you lot. So this was my last option.”

I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. “So not only are you fucking him, being with him nearly every night, but you are also helping him run the gang. The gang that nearly killed you.”

Was she that stupid? I expected her to spray me for judging her decisions. I expected her to go into a rant attack how it was zero of my business. Instead she shrugged her shoulder. Like she couldn’t give a fuck.

“I’m tired, Reaper, can we talk later?” She sounded so depressed. Like she had been putting up a front and now it was down, I was getting a real dose of what my Abby was like.

I walked to her till I was standing in front of her. Tilting her face up, I made her look at me. God, her skin was cold. Why was she so cold?

“What’s this shit about giving up our baby?”

“I shouldn’t be a mother.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t be a mother. If you knew… if you had any idea what I’ve been doing. You would think the same.” Her blue eyes stared into mine. “It’s better if I give it up. At least then he or she would have a better life.”

I dropped to my knees. “Abby, I’ll help you. I promise you, you aren’t doing this by yourself. You can do this.” I had every faith in her. She was strong. And she would make a perfect mother. Why was she doubting herself? “You have me, Kim, your dad-” I knew it was going to kill me to say it out loud. But for some reason, I knew she needed to hear it. “And Daniels.”

Her lips dipped into a frown, and she ran her hand across my cheek. “You’re being too kind to me.” She was touching me, and all it did was make me want more. I wanted her hands all over me. “You should go, Kade.” Kade. She was finally saying my real name and when it came from her lips, it only made me want her more. I wanted her screaming it, and gasping.

Pull your shit together, Reaper. That wasn’t going to happen.

“Are you keeping the baby?”

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