Page 77 of Reaper's Rival

“Yeah well, she is sure you would. And to be honest, given her position, I can understand her point of view.”

“So you’re saying she shouldn’t be a mother.”

“Reaper, I’m telling you that if I don’t help Abby get this situation under control, Abby won’t get a chance to be a mother or not.”

“Let me handle it. Just fucking tell me what she is doing.” I was the Reaper. I could handle it. I’d take all the bad till she was good again. I’d solve whatever situation she was in. Whatever she was doing, I could stop it. Whatever was stopping her from being a mother, I’d fix it.

“Not even the Reaper can save her right now. She’s drowning, and I’m not even sure how I’ll be able to help her.”

I saw Daniels walk into the pub. Fucking great. That meant she was going out with him tonight. My grip around the beer got tighter. What the hell would she be doing tonight?

“Is that him?” Drake whacked my arm, following my eye line.

I nodded my head. “Yeah, that’s her prick of a boyfriend.”

“About time he showed up.” Drake put down his beer. “You got my back if shit gets ugly?”

I frowned. “What are you on about?” But Drake had already taken off across the pub, heading straight for Daniels.

Why did he want to talk to him? Then I realized he wasn’t planning on talking to him when Drake’s fist connected with Daniels’ jaw.

Now that’s my little brother.

Everyone in the bar started chanting as Drake landed punch after punch. A crowd soon started to form around them. Daniels started to fight back, but Drake could handle himself in a fight, always could. Even when he was little. But if he needed me to jump in, I better get closer.

I pushed my way through the crowd just in time to see Drake take him to the ground. Couldn’t help but smirk. He was doing everything I wanted to do to Daniels.

I drank my beer and enjoyed the show. All the bikers were cheering every time Drake landed a punch. I think they hated Daniels nearly as much as me. He was the enemy after all.

Someone pushed past me and as soon as I felt her touch on my arm, I knew it was her.

Abby was wearing a strapless white dress and heels. The ‘Kade’ on her shoulder standing out. She had her hands on her hips, watching the fight. She wasn’t stopping it. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair and I didn’t stop myself from moving forward, placing my hands on her tiny stomach and pulling her back to my chest.

“Your boyfriend isn’t much of a fighter,” I yelled in her ear over the noise of the chanting and the fight.

She didn’t pull away. Instead she pushed back into my chest, resting her head against me. “Any chance you will break it up?”

“Nah babe.” I kissed the back of her head. Did she feel how perfect this was? Why did she have to leave with him?

“Well, I have to. We are already running late.” Her hands ran down my arms. God, her touch did crazy things to me. Don’t do it, Abby. But just as I thought it, she pushed away from my grasp.

“Drake, get off him,” she yelled down at them. “Seriously, now!”

She would end up getting hurt. I’d have to break it up. Even though I didn’t want to. I handed my beer to Brad.

“Hold that, would ya?”

“You aren’t going to break it up, are you?” He looked at me, annoyed. “Come on, Reaper. It should be you doing that.” He pointed at them.

“Yeah, it should be,” I grunted. He had no idea how much I’d love to lay into Daniels. I moved around Abby, who was still yelling at them, and grabbed Drake by the shoulders, pulling him off Daniels.

Drake still wasn’t giving up on the fight. Whatever Abby had told him was enough for him to let his temper roar.

“CALM DOWN!” I yelled at him and pushed him back.

“Drake, I told you not to get involved.” Abby snapped at him. “This is getting involved.”

“That fucker has to realize there are consequences to what he is doing,” Drake roared and went to lunge for Daniels again. I blocked his path.

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