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“I think you’ve proven your point, little brother.” I calmly stood in his way. He had no idea how proud I was of him right now.

“Daniels, get up.” Abby turned her attention to her boyfriend.

“Who the fuck was that?” Daniels snapped at her. I didn’t like the tone he was using at her.

“A friend. Now we should go.” Abby went around the bar and pulled out her holsters and guns.

“Why the hell do you need that? If you’re going out for tea?” It was my turn to snap at her.

“Like I said, Reaper. I like my girls loaded.” Daniels taunted me.

“I’m coming,” Drake said in between taking heavy breaths

“What, for dinner?” Abby frowned at him, pulling her holsters on. “Why?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

It was like they were having a silent conversation.

“It’s just dinner, right?” Drake threw at her. And why was I getting a feeling it was a whole lot more than just dinner?

“He isn’t fucking coming.” Daniels pointed a finger at Abby. “You know we have a busy night and don’t need company.”

“He knows.” Abby looked at Daniels calmly. “So he can come. After all, it is just dinner.” She dragged out the word dinner and then looked at Drake. “You loaded?”

Drake shook his head, and Abby pulled a gun from her holster and handed it to him.

“Well, you are now.”

“Abby,” Daniels started, but Abby was giving him a look to shut up.

“Daniels, he is coming. Make a big deal out of it and I’ll cancel tonight altogether.”

“You know very fucking well it took me months to get us this opening. So you canceling isn’t happening.”

“Then it sounds like Drake is joining us.” She glanced at me. “Thanks for breaking them up, Reaper.” She turned back to Daniels. “Let’s go.”

Drake put the gun in the back of his jeans and winked at me. “I’ve got this.”

I watched them leave. Brad handed me back my beer.

“Don’t know how you don’t punch that man’s skull in,” Brad said while everyone else went back to what they were doing. “Seriously, if your little brother can take him, you can.”

Brad was right. I shrugged my shoulders. “You got any plans tonight?” I knew I was going to spend the night coming up with theory after theory of what Abby was up to. Best if I kept busy.

“Nope.”

“Good. Grab a few more beers and we’ll finish those bikes.” If I kept busy. Maybe, just maybe I won’t think the worst. Who I was kidding? My mind wasn’t going to stop running wild.

Chapter 18

Abby

“I need you to get creative tonight, Abby.” Daniels lit up a cigarette. “Blake wants to send this woman a message.”

Woman. I hated killing a woman. “Isn’t an early death a warning enough?” I wanted to say how disgusted I was with them for picking women. But Blake didn’t care if they were female or male. He just wanted to get the hell out of prison.

“Nah. We aren’t killing her.” Daniels looked in the backseat. “You sure your friend has the stomach for this?”

I turned around to look at Drake. “You know you don’t have to come.”

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