Page 68 of Reaper's Rival

“Yeah, we are.” Her voice confirmed my nightmare. Maybe there was a chance they didn’t have the guns anymore.

“You still loaded?” Roach asked, but the panic in his voice was clear to everyone in the room. She was hours away. Away from cops we owned. Or for us to be able to take the heat.

Please tell me she didn’t have the guns anymore.

We all waited for her answer.

“Yep.” She answered smoothly. Calm. Controlled.

“Fuck.” Roach said what we all thought hearing that.

“Don’t worry, I’m handling it.” She still sounded in control. Not panicking that she was a few minutes away from getting locked up for the rest of her life. I heard her say “Pull over.”

“You sure about this, Abby? Killing a cop-” Daniels was speaking, but Roach quickly cut him off.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE GOING TO KILL A COP, ABBY?” Roach roared into the phone, saying what I was about to say.

“That’s plan B,” Abby said. “Look Dad, I’ve got to go.”

She hung up.

SHE FUCKING HUNG UP!

“We have to do something.” I looked at Roach. “NOW!”

“WHAT CAN I FUCKING DO? SHE’S HOURS AWAY!” Roach put the phone back to his ear and we all listened to the ringing. Abby wasn’t picking up. Because she was getting fucking arrested. I told her not to touch those guns!

Fuck this. It was my fault. I knew better. I knew the risk she was taking, still, I let her take it. For what? For her boyfriend?

“The cop just radioed for backup.” Cameron walked back in with the scanner.

Great. Fucking great.

Roach kept ringing.

“We need to pull on the strings we have. Maybe get her out before she’s processed,” I said, thinking of which cop to call. Who had the most power?

“This is 214 canceling the need for backup on the western highway.” The scanner went off.

“Is that cop the one with Abby?” I asked Cameron. He nodded his head.

“214, are you still with hostiles?” The scanner went off again.

Abby was considered hostile? I guess that van was linked with us. They were only assuming what was correct under normal circumstances.

“Negative. It’s just a girl. All handled,” the cop radioed back.

What the hell had she done to pull that off? Roach was still calling her.

“Yeah Dad, it’s handled.” Abby’s voice answered the phone.

“What did you do?” Roach wanted answers. I wanted answers. “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.”

Roach’s words were painted in regret and aggression. He was only saying what we were all feeling.

“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.” Abby’s voice was sharp and to the point. Roach opened his mouth to argue, but she hung up before he could get a word in.

“FUCKING FRUSTRATING WOMAN!” Roach hurled his phone across the bar.

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