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My arms went around her. “You aren’t expecting to come out of this one whole, are you?” I knew my twin. I knew her facial expressions. This kill wasn’t going to be like the others.

“He’ll have more security. More likely I’ll be leaving his place arrested, but I won’t let that happen.” She pulled away from my arms. “I guess I should have eaten, considering it was my last meal.”

Abby’s phone started ringing. I saw Daniels’ name flashing.

“Just don’t do. You’ve been lucky. Don’t risk it now. Don’t. Do. It. And what do you mean you won’t let that happen?”

A bitter smile crept across her face. “I’d rather go out in a gunfight than the needle, Kim.” She pulled away from me completely. “I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.” Which was why I was going to stop it from happening. Abby brushed past me, leaving me. She thought she would go out in a gunfight. Well, I was going to make sure that didn’t happen. I only knew one person who would face death for her, so I quickly paid the bill and headed for the exit.

One person who always put Abby first. And it wasn’t Kade.

No.

I needed the Reaper.

Chapter 20

Reaper

I lit up a cigarette, glaring at my brother.

“Why is it whenever I play poker with you, you win?” I threw cash down on my coffee table.

Drake looked up from his cards with a twisted smile on his face. “You should play with people that can’t read you.”

“You can’t read me.” I looked at my hand. I swear he just dealt shit hands. Drake laughed when he saw my facial expression. Maybe he could read me. “I’m dealing the next hand.” I threw my cards on the table.

“I love taking your money, brother.” He wiped the table of its cash. “Your phone is ringing again.”

“Whoever it is can fuck off. Now give me the deck.”

“Could be Abby,” he challenged me.

She hadn’t come back from the spa. I assumed she was still at dinner with Kim. But Drake had a point. I sighed and reached for my phone. He knew exactly what to say to make me check it. I frowned when I saw numerous missed calls from Kim. Why would she be calling me?

Was she drunk dialing? Then I remembered she was with Abby. Had something happened to Abby? I swear if something was going to happen, it would happen to Abby. Shit, I should have checked my phone earlier. All the possibilities of what could have happened started flooding my brain. I was going to call Kim back when there was a banging on my door. I dialed her number, putting it to my ear and taking the cigarette out of my mouth and went to answer the door.

“GEEZ, CALM DOWN! I’M COMING!” I yelled at the door and opened it.

Kim looked furious. The phone she was clenching in her hand was ringing because I was calling it.

“Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone? Has Dad taught you nothing? A Vice President always answers his phone!” She shoved me in the chest and walked in. “We need to talk.”

“Why are you here and not with Abby?” I closed the door behind her, not understanding the expression of dread on her face, or why she looked like she was going to be physically sick.

I watched her furious expression change to one of panic. She swallowed nervously.

“Abby’s the hit-man. You know, the one killing all those people that the police are hunting. It’s her.”

I blinked. Did she just say that? As if Abby was the hit-man. No way. I shook my head. “Not believing that, Kim.”

“I’M TELLING THE TRUTH!” She stomped her foot. “And she is about to make a massive mistake and I need you to stop her!”

Drake chose this moment to get up and give me a dry expression, and my face went blank. “She’s not lying, brother. Abby told me herself.”

I looked between the two of them. “So you both knew this whole time and thought fuck it, let’s just let her go around killing more people!”

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