Page 67 of Reaper's Rival

“I’ll show you how to do it,” he grumbled, and Daniels got out.

“Seeing as you handled that. I’ll handle wiping the footage. Your phone keeps ringing too.” Daniels walked past me and headed for the cop car.

I walked back around the van and climbed back in, hearing my phone ringing.

“Yeah Dad, it’s handled,” I answered.

“What did you do?” he barked. “I shouldn’t have let you go this morning. I should have made the boys do it. When you get home Abby, we are having a serious discussion about your boyfriend.”

“You need to trust me more, Dad. Believe it or not. I can handle myself. As for my boyfriend, I’m not breaking up with him, and things like this happen when you are dating a criminal. So don’t even plan on giving me a lecture.” I hung up before he could say another word and Daniels climbed back into the van.

“You’re calm under pressure.” He looked at me. “You didn’t even flinch.”

“What can I say?” I picked up my book. “I’m getting better.”

“Or colder,” Daniels muttered, getting back on the highway. At least there was no one around to see what I had just pulled.

“I stopped us from getting arrested. The least you can say is thank you.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Girlfriend.”

Rolling my eyes, I turned my phone off so Dad couldn’t harass me further and I went back to reading. Now where did I leave off?

Reaper

Trigger and Kim were arguing at the bar. No one knew what it was over. All they were doing was saying hurtful things to each other. Kim was getting more frustrated by the minute and didn’t even look hurt by what Trigger was saying. But he was getting it back just as good as he served it at her.

Brad and I were meant to be working on the new bikes that arrived yesterday. Stripping the plates and VINs.

But I couldn’t think clearly. My mind was on Abby and what she was currently doing. I wouldn’t be able to rest tonight. Not till I knew she was heading back and was safe and as far away as possible from those bloody guns.

Brad threw more money on the table and smirked at me. “Come on Reaper, I can read you like a book. I know you’ve got a shitty hand.”

Brad and I were gambling and avoiding the heat and what we should be doing, even though Roach kept barking at us to get in the garage.

I looked down at my hand. Why could my best friend read me so easily? I bluffed and threw down more money. If there was one thing I had a lot of, it was money.

“So want to tell me why you were in Abby’s room this morning?” Brad reached for his beer with a knowing smile. “Took you long enough to make a move.”

I shrugged my shoulders. Wasn’t about to be open with him in the bar when Abby’s sister and her father were within hearing distance.

“Noticed the ink on her shoulder too.” He leaned over the table. “I don’t think anyone else has yet, or they would be down her throat.”

When he meant anyone else, he was talking about Roach.

“Must be proud, brother. Getting your name on her. That’s better than a wedding ring.” Brad had a point.

A wedding ring could always come off. A tattoo couldn’t. Not only was Abby stating to everyone she was taken, she was telling them who by. Me. I smiled.

“Yeah, got to admit I never loved seeing a tattoo more than hers.” I was honest. Just thinking about that ink on her shoulder and what it meant did wild things to me. I wanted her back here. Not out running guns. That was my job. Not hers. Why would Daniels even expect that of her? She was a girl.

“PLATES JUST GOT RAN ON THE VAN!” Cameron burst open the clubhouse doors.

I immediately got up and reached into my pocket. Fuck it, I knew things were going to go bad. I warned her. I shouldn’t have let go. Fuck it. I knew it. I shouldn’t have let her leave with those darn guns. That was my job. Not hers. Now I wasn’t there to help her. I was hours away.

I had just gotten my phone out when I noticed Roach was already on his.

“Abby, the plates just got ran on the van, are you being pulled over?” Roach barked into the phone. Everyone was deadly silent, waiting for her to answer.

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