Page 89 of Reaper's Rival

“I found out today!” Kim looked at me with wide eyes. “And you need to stop her before she does the last kill. She isn’t thinking clearly. This one is high risk, and she doesn’t care. She said something about going out in a gunfight than a needle.”

“She’s killing someone tonight?”

“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!”

“What, the last kill is tonight? She told me it was this weekend!” Drake looked at Kim. “What changed?”

“I don’t know. One minute we are having dinner. The next she is talking to Daniels and telling me she has to go.”

Abby was the hit-man. Well, hit-woman. She had taken at least five lives over the last month and a bit. She would be working off a list. This was her next hit, and she was willingly going to it when she knew every police officer and detective would be watching the possible victims. She wasn’t taking a risk. She was fucking giving herself up.

“Where did she go, Kim?” My mind switched gears. The shock of what she was doing was one thing to handle, but right now I didn’t have time to process it. Abby was about to get arrested and I needed to stop her.

“Daniels picked her up. I don’t know where she was going. Oh wait. She told me the name of the next kill. Bruce Miller. The lawyer.”

“Yeah, I know him.” Didn’t know where the fuck he lived though. He had represented the defense against me last time I was in prison. He was a hard bastard and one that couldn’t be bought. I unlocked my phone and called Brad.

“Hey Reaper, if this is about-”

“I need you to check Abby’s phone, tell me where she is.”

“So the whole going slow process isn’t happening?” Brad laughed.

“Just tell me where she is.”

“Yeah, give me a minute. I’m loading it on my phone.”

I waited what felt like forever. Every second that ticked by put me more on edge. I had to get to her. The more time that passed, the more chance of her killing that man and getting caught.

“Ok, she is at Cliff Street.”

I hung up.

“Let’s go, Drake. You’ll have to drive. They’ll hear me on the bike.” I grabbed my holster and guns.

Kim’s slim hand wrapped around my arm. “Tell me you will stop her before she goes through with it.”

“I might be too late, Kim.”

And that was the honest truth. I didn’t know. If I got there in time, I would stop it. But I doubted Abby was counting on me stopping her. If I knew anything about the reported killings, it was she worked quick. She didn’t let a target get away from her.

Fuck. She took a man out in front of a police station in a car chase! She wouldn’t be counting on me showing up to stop her. Hell, she mightn’t even listen to me.

No wonder she was so distant. She was losing herself. I had been there. I felt it with every life I took off the list. Sure, the people I killed were dead weight on the world. But it was still a life, and everyone I took affected me, so I could only imagine what it was doing to Abby.

This was the reason she didn’t want to keep the baby. This was the reason she couldn’t see herself being a mother. Because her boyfriend was using her. Didn’t she know that no one had a gun pointed at her forcing her to do it? What could Daniels have on her for her to do this?

She said she didn’t love him.

So she wasn’t doing this out of love. My eyes slightly widened. Or maybe she was and she had just lied to me.

Because I couldn’t think of any other reason for her to be killing these people to ensure Blake’s parole board agreed to let him out. She would have to love Daniels to do his work.

She lied to me. But it still didn’t change the facts. I was still going to her. Because well, I loved her. And I wasn’t about to see the woman I love locked up just because her heart was beating hard for someone else and she was willingly putting her life at risk for him.

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“This doesn’t feel right.” Drake said as we ran up the driveway to the back of the house. I knew what he was talking about. There were cameras everywhere. The fence we jumped was enough to deter most people.

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