Page 87 of Reaper's Rival

“No, he won’t. Like he will want the mother to his kid to be a trigger-happy hit-woman. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. The sooner he takes that charter and leaves, the better.” The farther he was away from me, the better. Better for him. Better for me.

“Just because you have been forced to take some lives doesn’t mean you aren’t fit to be a mother.” Kim held my hand. “Seriously. It just shows how much of a great mother you would be.”

“Or giving my enemy an open weakness.”

Kim pursed her lips. “I’m not letting you give up on this baby that easy.”

“It’s late, we should get dinner.” I rose up. “Don’t tell Reaper about this. Or Dad.”

“You are going to tell them, right?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I really don’t know yet.”

Kim

Abby wasn’t eating, she was just poking her food. She had been deadly quiet since we left the spa. I had hoped she would open up over a steak, but I was wrong. Her phone kept ringing and she was ignoring it.

“So how’s the steak?” I asked, seeing as she hasn’t touched it.

“Fine.” She cut a piece off.

“You do realize you need to taste it in order for it to be fine.” I arched an eyebrow at her.

“It’s too bloody.” She pushed it away. “And I’m not hungry.”

“I’ve been with you all day and you haven’t eaten a thing.”

She groaned. “Why is Daniels raping my phone?” She picked it up, reading the messages.

“I thought you were done with him?”

“No. We still have one more business connection to cut off.” The phone started ringing again, and this time she answered.

“What?” Abby barked into the phone. “Now?” She sighed “I don’t have my guns on me.” She looked at me. “Yeah, come get me, I’m at the steak house. Call me when you’re here.” She hung up.

“What was that about?”

“The last hit. It’s tonight.” Abby reached for her water, looking like a ghost.

“Who is it?”

“Bruce Miller, a lawyer for the defense. He is the last one.”

“He is the most famous in town! Even I know him! You kill him and you will be asking to be arrested!” My hand reached across the table, taking hers. “Don’t do it.”

“I have to.”

“Tell Dad. Get him to handle it.”

“I can’t, Kim. My problem.”

I got up before Abby could. “It’s a club problem. You’ve done enough.”

“Kim.” She sighed, pushing me out of the way. “It’s the last one and when tonight’s over, so will my deal with Blake be. Then I can move on and not feel dread every time my phone goes off. And I will actually be able to look Reaper in the eye when I tell him it’s over and I’m not lying.”

“I’ll stop you from doing it.” She was making a big mistake. You don’t just kill a lawyer and get away with it. You kill him and a shit storm comes after you.

Abby looked at me with a sadness in her eyes I had never seen before. “No one can stop me. This. This is what I do. I’m good at it. And after tonight, I’m never planning on touching a gun again.” She stepped forward and kissed my cheek. “Thanks for the spa date.”

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