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“Why is there blood everywhere?” I cupped her face, making her look at me. “What happened, Abby? Give me the truth.”

She gripped my hands and ripped them from her face. “You need to leave, Reaper.” She stumbled backward, like her brain was telling her to get out of arm’s reach. “I… I…” She blinked and then her eyes filled with tears, and those tears slowly fell down her cheeks. She didn’t wipe them away and now as I looked closer, I could tell she had been crying before I got here.

She took another few steps away from me and she tripped over her feet, falling to the ground. It happened so quick, I couldn’t even catch her. She landed gracefully and then sat up, pulling her legs to her chest.

“You what?” I lowered myself in front of her. She looked like a scared child. “Come on, Abby, just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“I’m going to hell.” She looked up, tears running freely down her cheeks, a sick smile spreading across her face. “Or maybe I’m already there.”

What the hell did Daniels have her doing? Why the hell was my woman going on about hell like she belonged there?

“Abby, you’re killing me here. Just tell me what happened. I can help you.”

“No one can help me.” Her shaking hand wiped the tears off her cheeks, but the more she wiped away, the more they came down. “You need to get out of here before I bring you down as well.” She scoffed. “Look what I made your brother part of tonight.” She shook her head. “Go, Reaper. Now.”

“I’m never leaving you.” I had no idea what Drake and she did tonight. I had no idea what had her so upset. The front she had been putting up with everyone was gone. She was crumbling and I didn’t know how to stop her apart from holding her.

I scooped her up off the floor. She was too busy crying to stop me. God, she was cold.

“Abby, what did you do, shower in cold water or something?” I pulled back the blankets and when she weakly nodded her head, I wanted to slap her for being so stupid. “You’ll get fucking sick. I don’t know why you are bashing yourself up and punishing yourself for. But even if I did know, it wouldn’t change what I’m about to tell you. And that is I love you no matter what you do.” I lowered her into bed, pulling the blankets over her. “Nothing is going to change that.” I kissed her forehead.

I walked around the bed, pulling my jeans off and then ripping my shirt off. She still hadn’t moved. She was curled up in a ball. It was like she had just watched someone be killed or something….

“Abby, about that blood. It’s not yours, so whose is it?” I slid into the bed and then dragged her to the middle. “Remember, nothing you can say will change how I feel about you.” I felt like I had to reassure her. It was time for her to be honest with me.

She let go of her legs and turned on her back and looked at me “A ten-year-old boy’s.” Tears were still running down her face. “I told you I’m going to hell.” Her voice was just above a whisper. “I’m going to hell for all the laws I’ve broken and the lives I have taken.”

I had questions. So many fucking questions. But I knew right now wasn’t the time to question her. So I just pulled her closer into my chest, wrapping my arms around her, and she continued to sob.

I didn’t know how to stop the crying. Didn’t know what to say. Because I had no fucking idea what she was on about. What did she mean by the lives I have taken?

Was she talking about when she was in the gang? My eyes widened. Or was she talking about now…

Chapter 19

Abby

I woke up to banging. I groaned. My head was throbbing from crying all night. I swear I had soaked Reaper with tears. The banging didn’t stop. Just go away. I did not want to get up. I was warm in Reaper’s arms. I snuggled in closer to him, resting my head on his chest, his hand running up my side.

“Do you want me to get that?” He kissed my forehead. “You can hear that, right?”

“Yes.” I groaned and looked up at him. “I really hope they piss off.” But by the way more banging followed, that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’ll get it.” Reaper went to move and I held onto him tighter.

“Don’t leave.”

“Just getting the door, babe.”

“ABBY, OPEN THE HELL UP!” Kim shouted.

Groaning again, I let go of Reaper. “It’s alright, I’ll get it. It’s just Kim. I’m sure she has something to rant at me about.”

I threw the blankets back and got up. “Coming, Kim!” I picked up Reaper’s top and threaded it on. Unlocking the door, I opened it. “What, Kim? What is so important you are banging down my door?”

Considering we hadn’t been talking, I wanted to know why she found that today she wanted to wake me up. Just my luck she would pick the one morning when I had been up all night crying.

She slapped something on my chest. “You and me have a spa date and tea.”

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