Page 7 of Reaper's Rival

I leaned back into his comfy bed and closed my eyes. I doubted sleep would come, but I let the bed swallow me and listened to him going back to sit in his chair.

Damon was right; there wasn’t time to waste with regrets. So how was I supposed to let Reaper go?

Chapter 2

Reaper

I had ridden seven hours straight, only stopping for fuel. My hands were numb from the wind and I hadn’t done the speed limit, passing cars and trucks at a dangerous speed. But I didn’t care. I had one thing on my mind and a million fucking questions.

I never thought I would be back here. I never expected to lay eyes on this clubhouse or be in it again. Yet here I was, back and angry.

I strolled into the clubhouse, ignoring my shocked brothers, and headed straight for the President’s office.

A rage like I had never felt before swallowed me full, consuming every blood vessel, every muscle of my body.

I didn’t knock; I just strolled in, slamming the door behind me.

Roach’s eyes bounced up from the paperwork on the long wooden desk in front of him, and his eyes narrowed in on me. I was the last person he was expecting to see today. Hell, he never expected to see me again.

“Where the fuck is she?” I slammed my clenched fists down on his desk.

“Abby is gone.” Roach leaned back in his chair, a look of despair on his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“She left?”

“She ran away with her sister.”

“You’ve been looking?”

“Of course! Been looking for months and haven’t turned up shit. The girls don’t wanna be fucking found. Now, why the hell are you here?”

So she meant it when she said she left. What the hell was she thinking?

“She called me.”

“Abby called you.” Roach was on his feet instantly. “What the fuck did she say?”

If only I had been more focused on getting answers out of her than scaring her away.

“She sounded bad.”

“What do you mean bad?”

“Like not herself, bad. Like she fucked up and didn’t know where to turn bad. Like someone should be fucking looking after her and they weren’t.” I left her expecting her to be looked after. I left her in the hands of the club. I didn’t leave to have her run off and get into fucking trouble.

“You think she’s in trouble?” Roach’s voice was hard, but the anger was gone. “What sort of trouble?”

“She wouldn’t tell me. But Prez, she sounded torn up about something.”

I hadn’t even been sleeping with the bitch I was with that night. I was just crashing at her house. Yet I couldn’t string that sentence to tell her because as much as I wanted her to hold onto me, I wanted her to move on.

Because I thought she was safe.

I thought she was ok.

But this just confirmed it. Abby wasn’t fucking ok, and she sure as fuck wasn’t here.

“You’re staying put.” Roach pointed a finger at me. “Till we find her, you aren’t fucking going anywhere, and when we find her, we’ll sort the shit out between you two.”

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