Page 2 of Reaper and Abby

“Is the mother charter President of the notorious Satan’s Sons scared?” Her voice was sweet, flushing through my body, sending a rush of adrenalin.

Slowly I turned around, knowing I shouldn’t encourage her, but at the same time I couldn’t stop my reaction. My eyes running over her. Not even the air conditioning could keep the hot summer from the room, the slight sweat on her perfect curved body. I was a sucker for black, so the black lace wasn’t helping.

She moved down the pole so perfectly; I was memorized, like it was the first time I had ever seen a woman on a pole. Before I knew it, I was falling back into the recliner and lighting up the crafted joints on the side table.

Her hand moved slowly down her neck, seducing me, when her fingers traced the top of the black lace, darn that perfect black lace for hiding my view of her breasts. I watched in suspense as she danced so flawlessly on the pole, in sync with the music. My heart beat quickening and pumping faster every time she revealed more skin.

I was seconds away from giving in to her show, and ripping that black lace and breaking my drought. Then, as if she knew my will power was slipping, she slowly eased herself off the stage, walking towards me in heels that gave her a dominating height.

“So, are you going to fuck me now?” Abby asked oh so sweetly.

Couldn’t stop my lips twitching up slightly.

Only my wife would get away with speaking to me like that.

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Abby

Some days I can take on the world, other days- I’m squashed by it. I took a deep breath. Sometimes Tyson acted like a teenager, other times- he was a child. One that needed to be pulled back into line. But at the age of sixteen, he was beginning to think he knew better than me.

So how did I pull him into line?

I did the only thing every child is scared of; I was getting his father. I didn’t knock on Reaper’s study door, I just walked in. He always made an effort to be home on Sundays, lately that hadn’t been the case though.

In fact, he had been absent from the family for a long time now.

He always said that his family came before the club. But really it was a balancing act, one he did really well. But it had been out of balance for a while now.

I was so furious with Tyson, who thought it was okay to take a permanent marker to my paintings. My paintings I didn’t care about. But it was when I discovered he had drawn horns and mustache on Hannah and Eve’s ultrasound pictures I hit the roof.

“Well, if it isn’t Abigail Harrison.”

My head snapped to the man in the armchair. My name wasn’t, or will it ever be, Abigail. It was Abby. It literally was on my birth certificate. I only got Abigail from two people. One, my father, who said my full name should be Abigail, but he didn’t know how to spell it on the birth certificate. So he went with Abby. Why mum left him in charge of any paper work was beyond me.

Then there was one other soul who dared called me a name that wasn’t mine.

“Callan.” I crossed my arms, my guards going up. “Why are you in my house?” I sure as fuck didn’t want him in my house with my children. What the hell was Reaper thinking, letting this man in our house?

My eyes went from Callan, who didn’t answer to Reaper. He better have a good fucking reason for this man to be in my house.

Reaper’s eyes told me immediately I was about to leave and he wasn’t explaining himself. I scoffed. God, years might have passed, but the club was still first. I knew it was disrespectful; I knew I should just turn to leave. Pick up the argument in private- cause we sure as fuck would be having an argument over this.

“Your house, you married Kade?”

My eyes went back to Callan. If my glare was kill worthy he would be dead. “Yes.” And I hoped Reaper suffered just a bit after hearing his real name. “Clearly you didn’t know, otherwise I doubt you would be here.”

The lid was boiling, and I was about to burst and explode my temper at him. I hated this man. My family hated this man. And Kade had him here! In my house! My teeth clamped together, and I was trying my best to not let out the abuse I had for this man.

My eyes went to his missing hand. How was I not going to be able to say something smart about it?

Last time I saw him, he was writhing in pain on the ground, after dad took a butcher knife to hand. Making him regret the day he ever touched Kim and me- and fucked with our family.

As Dad had done it on purpose in front of us. Chopping off Callan’s hand. He had done it to give us insurance that no one- ever- could or would hurt us because Dad would be there to make sure it didn’t happen.

But dad wasn’t here right now. And the man that was meant to give me that protection had invited the only man who scared me into my house.

“Reaper, we need to talk.” I wasn’t leaving. He didn’t know that Callan was a threat to my family. God, Kim was here, if Kim saw him…

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