Page 65 of Reaper's Rival

“Yeah well, you slept in, didn’t you? Screwing up my day as well. So hurry the fuck up.”

“Right. I’m leaving now.” I hung up and walked around the bar. “Hey Brad, are you in a rush for that van anytime soon?”

He swallowed the beer in his mouth. “How long do you need it?”

“Gotta go out of town. Should be back tomorrow.”

“What, you are moving the guns now? I thought you said you were just dropping them off.” Reaper was down my throat right away. I knew moving guns was dangerous. I knew if we got pulled over they wouldn’t just arrest me, they would assume I was a supplier and throw the book at me.

“The guys that were meant to move them bailed when I didn’t show this morning.” I glanced at Dad, feeling his eyes on me. “Don’t worry Dad, Daniels is coming with me. So at least if I go down, I’ll take him with me.”

Dad grunted.

“We will take them.” Reaper said. “We know the roads and the risk we are taking.”

“That risk you normally take for the club,” I pointed out. “This isn’t club business. It’s my business, and I’m handling it. Now I have to go.”

“I’ll get Cameron to listen to the scanners. Give you a heads up. Tell him what roads you are taking.” Dad spoke to me. “That’s not a suggestion either, Abby.”

“I’ll think about it.” The last thing I wanted was to be tracked. If things did go wrong and I was forced to kill again, I didn’t want Dad knowing. “Bye.” I walked past Reaper and I thought I had gotten away from them till I heard the door open up after me.

I felt his hand wrap around my arm.

“Kade, I’m already late.” I wanted to groan but I didn’t. I kept patient and turned back to look at him.

The serious look he was giving me told he wasn’t letting me leave that easy.

“Look, I’ll be fine.” I wanted to reassure him. “You do it all the time,” I added.

He grunted. “Don’t even try that card. You shouldn’t be anywhere near a gun right now.”

“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t handle a weapon.” If only he knew how skilled I was with a gun. “Now bye.” I pulled my arm from his grasp and headed for the truck.

“Will you be back tonight?”

“Doubtful.” I threw it over my shoulder but was surprised to see he was right there. God, why did he have to get so close? “I’ll message you if I will be though.” I staggered out and pulled the handle on the van.

“Don’t go, Abby.” His arm shot out, blocking me from climbing in. “Remember how you told me you had a bad feeling once? And you were right. Well, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Why did he have to throw that memory at me? I gently moved his arm out of my way.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, Kade. I promise.” I didn’t even think it through, my lips were on his cheek before my brain worked.

“I hate you taking a risk like this.”

I laughed. “Trust me. Compared to what I have been doing, this is a walk in the park.” I clamped my mouth shut immediately. Shit, why did I say that? “Um…bye.”

I climbed into the van and closed the door. Why was my hand shaking as I stuck the key in the ignition? Stupid hormones. I took off before I was even strapped in, needing to put as much distance between Kade and I. Before I did something stupid like tell him the reason I was doing it or worse, listen to him and not go through with it.

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We were three hours into the drive. I had done what Dad asked and told Cameron our location. The only reason I did it was because I knew he would be listening to the scanner anyway. Plus there was zero chance of us being pulled over.

Daniels was whinging about the lack of air-conditioning and I was trying my best to read the newest romance novel I had gotten hooked on. I swear when it came to books, the old me was still just as addicted.

It was the one thing I had never given up. My art comes and goes. And while I’m itching to get a sketch pad out and jot down my ideas, I knew they wouldn’t turn out well, because my art always reflected me. Reflected what was happening in my life. So I knew there was a reason why my ideas were dark and gloomy.

“Fuck.”

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