Page 6 of Reaper's Rival

“She is hurting badly for someone, yet she handles it by throwing herself deep into this. Into the gang,” he moved forward in his seat. “Maybe you just need to let go and let the gang take care of you.”

“I’ve been part of that type of family before.” I looked straight ahead at his cupboard, which was decorated with photo frames and empty glasses. “I promised myself I would never let that happen again.”

“You’ve never been part of this family before.”

My eyes flickered to his. “You’re right.”

“Stop always second guessing yourself, Abby, and make a stand for something, or all you’re gonna do is fall for everything.”

He was right.

Yet wrong.

Yet right.

I sighed, dropping my head in my hands. This was all too heavy for this time of night.

Damon put the paper he was reading down and strolled across the room to the side of the bed, throwing the blankets back.

“Come on, Abby; you need sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because I need you sharp for tomorrow.”

“You have Kim.”

“Kim didn’t shoot two French men who had a gun to my head.”

I turned to look back at him and slid off his bed and rounded it to stand next to him.

“So I killed two men to keep you alive. Isn’t that what you pay me for?”

“I pay you,” he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back against the bed. Sitting on top of the fresh sheet, the blankets turned back, “because you’re family and whether you wanna admit it or not, we are family.”

“I fell in love with a man that was too scared of my family to love me back.”

“Then I would call that man stupid.” Damon pulled my legs up, tucking them under the blankets and pulling the blankets over me.

I sighed, placing my head on his pillow. “You should be scared of me.”

“I’m scared of no one, sweetheart.”

“My father is the President of the Mother Charter Satan’s Sons. He threatens anyone that gets close to me.”

Damon’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “I’ll tell you something, Abby. In this life, you only get the time you protect. You’re bound to die young and bloody, so there isn’t time for regrets.”

“I once thought that of club life, that the riders were only given a short life and a bloody death.”

“And now what do you think?”

“If you don’t have anything to lose, you aren’t really losing anything by dying young.”

His knuckles grazed my cheek. “For someone so young, you sure as hell are fucked up.”

A smirk spread across my lips. “Yeah, I love you too Damon.”

“Get some sleep.”

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