Page 8 of Reaper's Rival

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Means I would rather have my daughter here and in love with your dumb ass than not here at all.”

“Don’t think it is going to be as easy as that now, Prez. I did some damage for her to let go.”

“Shit can always be fixed.” He lit a cigarette. “Now pull the boys in, I want a meeting, and I want to find my fucking daughters. Been too quiet without them.”

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Abby

I closed Damon’s door.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him.” Kim leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking freshly dressed, a judgmental look on her face.

“I didn’t.” I turned my back to her and walked back up the hall in the direction of my room.

“You know I would believe you if Damon wasn’t looking at you every two seconds with eyes that Reaper once had for you.”

“I didn’t fuck him, KIM!” I turned harshly back around. Couldn’t she just piss off? For once just let things be?

She raised her hands up, showing me her palms. “Calm down.”

“I called Reaper last night.”

Her face melted with understanding, and she tilted her head to the side, looking interested. “And what did the big old Reaper have to say?”

“He’s screwing other women.”

“Men. Useless.”

I scoffed. “Look. I’m going to get changed and then we can run through how this job is going to go down.”

“Abby. About Damon?”

“What?”

“Don’t fuck him.”

“Fine. I won’t fuck him.”

“And why can’t she fuck me?” Damon was standing behind Kim, causing her to flick around.

“Because it complicates shit. I don’t need you two becoming a couple. I can barely swallow the way you two are now.”

What was wrong with us?

I treated Damon like I treated everyone.

“Twins fucking screwed up,” he muttered, turning back around and going downstairs.

“Happy we aren’t sleeping with each other?” I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Close to happy.” She shot me a fake smile. “Now get dressed little sister, got shit to organize.”

Yeah, we always had something to organize. Always a job to prepare for. I pushed my bedroom door open. I needed a shower.

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