Page 13 of Reaper and Abby

“Reaper’s turning this place into a prison.” Kim chuckled.

“Well you still have a get out of prison free card, up your sleeves.” I pointed out to her, hoping Kim would leave. Because I know her backwards. She always has a way of making my life that little bit harder than I needed.

Tyson stomped back into the room at that moment.

“Girls, you ready to go.” I looked at them. Both with wide eyes and a terrified expression.

“We,” Eve pointed between herself and her sister. “Don’t go to men’s stores.”

I lowered down to their height slightly. “No daughters of mine will be dependent on any male, for help. Unless they have your DNA.” I got up. “Move it you three, car now.”

Abby was still looking at me shell-shocked. “Studio Abby,” I yelled over my shoulder as I marched the three inmates out the door.

I ran criminal outlaws and kept them in line. Surely I could keep my own teenagers in line?

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I was wrong. So fucking wrong. I had forgotten that those three kids of mine had the blood of Abby and me. It was at the point when Eve was walking through the store, just randomly knocking things off shelves to get under my skin. I was reminded. Perhaps the combination of Abby’s blood and mine had created uncontrollable monsters.

Each time she knocked something off. We all stopped and waited for her to pick it up. After the seventh thing she knocked off i had finally had enough.

“Do it again Eve, and I’ll be getting you a job here.”

“You can’t do that. I’m fourteen. That’s slave labor. You’d be breaking a law,” she said stubbornly, giving me a smug expression.

I turned back to look at her. “What does this mean, that I’m wearing Eve?” I pointed to my cut that I was wearing.

She rolled her eyes. “That you ride for Satan Sons.” With a dry expression. “You’re also a president.”

“And you know what Satan Sons is?” I questioned her.

“A one percent motorcycle club.” She riddled off the detail like it meant nothing.

“Now, considering everything you know,” which was very little , but enough for me to get my point across. “Do you really think I wouldn’t make you stay here to work? And it wouldn’t be breaking the law, cause you’d be volunteering.”

She shot me a dirty expression. Reminding me of her mother.

I turned back to Tyson. “White Tyson. I said you had to get white paint.”

He crossed his arms. “I’m picking which shade.”

“White is white.” I gritted out.

“No, there is shell white, off white, light white, shadowed white,” he began to list the white colouring samples. He was just being difficult, testing my patience. Hoping I’d snap and walk out of here without paint. He was wrong.

I leaned back against the aisle sign. “Okay then, how about we get one of each? You can paint the room each shade of white, until you find the right one you like?”

Tyson’s eyes snapped to me, glaring.

I controlled my smirk.

“Or you happy with just one type of white? Or do you want to paint the room completely. . .“ I looked at the chart, “all seven difference shades?”

His hand landed on a ten gallon tub of paint. Funny fact, didn’t even look at the shade of white. I turned back to get the girls.

“Alright let’s go.” I said, and then did a double take. “Where’s Hannah?”

Eve looked at me smugly. “If I was her, anywhere but near you.”

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