Page 14 of Reaper and Abby

I threw the paint rollers and brushes in the shopping cart that Eve was pushing and headed around the corner looking for Hannah. Of course, she wouldn’t just be one aisle over. “Keep up,” I shouted over my shoulder to the other two trouble makers and I walked out of the aisle beginning to walk across the rows, looking down each one—searching for my other daughter.

I spotted her blonde ponytail in the drill section. “Hannah, you can’t just walk off, without telling me.”

She spun around with a pack of countersink drill bits in her hand.

“I want these.” She said and held out the packet.

I looked from her to the countersink drill bits. “You know you need a drill to use them right?” I questioned her.

She shrugged. Hannah did not own a drill, and I doubted she even knew what she had in her hand. I wondered for a moment had she just picked them up, for the sake of it?

I kneeled down, to her height. “Why do you want them?”

“Because,” she snapped. I arched my eyebrows for her to continue. Finally, she sighed. “I can’t tell you, but can I please have them?”

Why did I have a gut feeling, she was covering for Tyson. I glanced at my son. Who looked extremely interested in filers on the wall.

“Fine,” I said and took them off her. Putting them in the cart.

“Dad, my arms hurt.” Eve said.

“Eve you are pushing a cart, not lifting weights.” I said as we walked towards the checkout. I looked back at her, and I knew she was one second from ramming someone with a cart just to have it taken off her.

“Tyson. Take over from your sister.” I then groaned internally as I spotted two fucking men walking this way. I did not want to have a conversation with.

Tyson actually did what he was told, but my chances of dodging the President and Vice of Deadly Three MC was non-exist.

“Reaper,” Decanter grinned at me, but with this glint in his eyes. I also noticed how his Vice’s eyes went to Eve and Hannah. Both who might be fourteen but could pass as older.

“Family outing, is it?” Decanter added.

Decanter’s vice president, Deuce’s eyes hadn’t left Eve.

Curse the fucking genes my wife gave our daughters.

So I stepped in his view. “Keep looking at my daughter Deuce and I’ll scrape your eyes out with a butter knife.” Graphic, perhaps. But ain’t no man fucking looks at my underage daughter like he is a second away from pushing her against a wall and slipping his cock into her. Any bastard that pulled his cock out with the intention of going near one of my daughters, I’d carinate, slowly.

Deuce just gave me this smug smirk. I stepped forward. “You forgetting who I am, boy?” I faked a frown. “Cause your confident, smug smirk tells me, you think I wouldn’t sucker punch ya in a second? Because we’re in public.”

“Now, now Reaper.” Decanter stepped in between Deuce and I. “No need to show your family. What type of monster you really are, now is there?”

Iwatched his eyes flicker to the security cameras. “Maybe Deuce doesn’t want a piece of your daughters,” he leans in slightly.“Maybe he’s just thinking of your wife, who spends a lot of time in that yoga studio. . . two sessions a day. Can’t help a man from imagining how flexible she must be.”

My fists clenched.

“Dad,” Tyson stepped to my side. “Let’s get going, Eve and Hannah are already at the checkout.” Tyson shot Decanter and Deuce a look.

“Anyway, if these fuckers wanted to go near mom, they clearly want to know the feeling of skin slicing.” Tyson stepped just slightly ahead of me. “She’s got a way with a knife, you’d think she would use the gun. But eh, she wouldn’t be the Reaper’s wife without being a little twisted.”

With a deadly glare my son shoulders past Deuce and walks to his sisters.

Now that’s my son.

Decanter chuckled. “I see your son got your genes Reaper.” Giving me a smug grin. “See ya when ya backs turned.”

“A threat I’d expect from a coward.” I added, while they walked past me leaving.

I headed towards the checkout and the girls had finished getting everything stacked back in the cart. To my surprise Tyson pulled out a credit card and tapped it. As if he knew I’d be asking for it, he handed it to me before I said a word putting his hands in his jeans pockets, I noticed the protection in his eyes as he looked at Hannah and Eve who were walking in front of him. I was beginning to think. That perhaps Tyson was dealing with issues that weren’t just his own.

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