Reaper's Rival: Satan's Sons MC Romance Series Book 2

by Simone Elise

  Reaper was stiff, and I knew that could be down to the long ride. But there was something. Something on his face that told me something was off. Maybe something happened in Kelly he hadn’t mentioned to me. I glanced over at Brad and noticed he was staring directly on Kade. Yep, I was right, something had happened.

  Brad

  It was full. The clubhouse was overflowing with family, members, strangers, and the odd supporter. While most of the boys were focused on getting drunk and scoring I was busy watching our Prez to see if he’ll crack.

  Abby was sitting on his lap with a smoke in hand that they were sharing. Reaper had a drink in hand and the other on Abby’s waist. Power just oozed from them. You could tell by one look around the place, and you would know they were in charge. It wasn’t just Reaper; it was Abby on his lap. The most beautiful woman in the clubhouse, and boy did she have an attitude on her.

  Clearly they were a perfect match for each other. The only problem I had with it was Reaper wasn’t being Reaper.

  I knew as soon as that guy pulled his gun on him that Reaper would be the one finishing it, and he did. And from that night, he hasn’t been the same. I’ve been waiting for him to crack. Instead, he was withdrawing. Ever since Matthew, he hasn’t been the same.

  Losing his son had changed him, and so it should. But I think it was Abby who really was making him change.

  Cameron was talking to me about fuck knows what and my eyes were on the powerful two. Reaper wasn’t laughing, in fact, I think he was barely listening, and I could tell from here. Abby was the one keeping the conversation flowing between the members and them.

  “I’ve got to go tell Reaper something. I’ll catch you later, Cameron.”

  “Ok.”

  I strolled through the sea of people and made it to Reaper and Abby.

  “Aren’t you drinking, Abby?” I noticed the bottle of water she was hanging on to.

  “Nah, not tonight,” she smiled at me. “I heard you guys had a boring trip.”

  Looks like Reaper wasn’t telling her what went on.

  I glanced at Reaper, and his eyes were pinned on me.

  I took a sip from my drink. “Every ride to Kelly is a boring one.”

  “Sounds like you had as much fun as me.”

  “I’m going to go to the bar, Reaper, you want another?” I asked him.

  “Nah, we are heading home. You keep the boys in line.” He put his empty can to the side and Abby jumped off.

  “I’ve just got to get something from my office. You ok?” Reaper let go of Abby.

  “Yep, I’ll be fine.” She gave him a smile.

  Reaper was gone for a minute, and then Abby turned to me.

  “So what's wrong with him?” She crossed her arms and stared up at me.

  Knew she was on to it. “Nothing. He’s most likely tired. It’s a big ride.”

  “Or something happened that he isn’t telling me.”

  “Nothing happened.”

  “Fine then, in that case,” she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for looking after him.”

  “Always.”

  “Ok, I’m ready to go. You got your stuff, babe?” Reaper was holding a folder and snaked an arm around her waist.

  “I’ll see you guys later.” I watched them walk out, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he crashed.

  Abby

  Reaper was quiet when he got home. Something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. I stared at the kettle as it boiled. He was taking a shower while I was making us coffee. The last couple of days he had been distant on the phone, but I thought it was just the ride back that was doing it to him; now I wasn’t so sure.

  I poured the hot water into the cups and headed upstairs. I walked into our bedroom. The shower was off so I knew Reaper was out.

  “Coffee’s done.”

  Reaper was standing in the en-suite door frame, holding something.

  “Reaper?”

  He slowly turned around holding the stick. My eyes doubled and I dropped the cups.

  “Is there something you want to tell me, Abby?”

  I gulped hard. Guess I wasn’t keeping this from him after all.

  Chapter 37

  Abby

  “Want to explain this, Abby?”

  I just stood there, stunned. He wasn’t meant to find out. I didn’t want him to pressure me. I thought I had this sorted. Sure, I wasn’t firm on the decision. But for fuck’s sake, I’ve only known since this morning!

  “That would be a pregnancy test.”

  “Which is positive.” His eyes sliced through me. “When were you going to tell me?”

  Ok, do I be honest or do I lie? I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, Kade. To be honest, I wasn’t going to tell you. I’m not ready for a baby, and you clearly have shit going on.”

  “So this is the reason you weren’t drinking tonight? And what do you mean shit is going on! You come first, Abby.”

  “I think the rules of your club would disagree.”

  “YOU COME FIRST.” He threw the test in the bin with force. This was a typical Reaper response. Anger. “So you weren’t going to fucking tell me?”

  I crossed my arms. “No, I wasn’t.”

  He arched both eyebrows. “Because of the fucking CLUB!”

  “No, because I don’t want a baby!!” God, didn’t he get it? This wasn’t about him. It was about me and what I could handle, and I couldn’t handle a baby.

  “Why?”

  “Because of Matthew.”

  He huffed and ran a hand through his hair. “There is nothing saying that it is going to happen again.”

  “Yeah, but there is a chance.”

  “Abby what happened wasn’t your fault, and the doctor said there was a slim chance of that happening again.”

  I threw my hands up in the air. “It doesn’t matter, Reaper. I’m not having it.”

  “This is a gift, Abby.”

  “Well, it is one I don’t want.”

  “You can’t just shut down on this.”

  “Fine, I’m not, but I’m telling you my mind is made up.”

  “Just give it a few days. Before you do anything, please.”

  “How is a couple of days going to change my mind?”

  “Just promise you will.”

  “Fine, I will.” I sighed and looked down at the broken cups and mess of coffee. “I’ve got to clean this up.”

  A couple of days wasn’t going to change my mind. I was firm on this, but a part of me was wondering what Reaper was going to do to change my mind.

  ***

  A couple of days passed. Reaper was busy with the club and was leaving before I woke and back when I was asleep. I didn’t call him or text because if he really wanted to see me, he could just stay home in the morning or come home at night when I was awake.

  I didn’t know if he was doing this on purpose because he was mad at me about the baby. Now that I had time to think about it, I wasn’t too sure about my decision and if I was in doubt now, I didn’t know what I would be like once I decide to do something.

  I was walking down the street, in my own little world, when I passed a laughing pregnant woman and her friend. I couldn’t help but stare. I touched my stomach; that is what I could be like. She looked so happy and ready to be a parent. Was I ready for that? What kind of parents would Reaper and I be?

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, and aimlessly, I pulled it out and answered.

  “Hello?”

  “Abby, where are you?”

  Reaper.

  “Um, I’m down the street, how come?” I stopped staring and started walking again.

  “Can you come to the clubhouse?”

  “Yeah, sure, is something wrong?”

  “I have to go, so are you coming or not?”

  “Yes, I’ll be there soon.”

  He hung up.

  That was rude. I put my phone back in my pocket. Wonder why he wanted to see me? Seeing as that was the first time
we had talked in days, he could have been nicer.

  ***

  Reaper was at the bar talking to people I had never seen before, and I was patiently waiting for him to hurry up. That was when Brad appeared at my side.

  “Someone looks tense.” Brad frowned at me. “You alright?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Who is Reaper talking to?” I lied almost perfectly, but Brad didn’t buy it; I could tell. I just hoped he didn’t pressure me about it.

  “No one. Look, he told me if you showed up to wait in his office.” He gave me a pat and a nudge on the back. “Go on; I don’t think he will be much longer.”

  I sighed and nodded my head. “Thanks, Brad.”

  I walked to Reaper’s office and opened the door. The desk was covered in glasses and paper. Looks like he had been spending some time here.

  I was standing over it when the door flung open.

  “Tell him I’ll be ten,” Reaper shouted over his back and shut the door behind him.

  My throat dried up just looking at him. He was wearing a tight singlet with his vest over top and his arm tattoos on display. The Abby tattooed on his neck sunk my heart. Was it possible that in a mere couple of days, I had forgotten what this man meant to me? Sure, I went through weeks not seeing him while he was in Kelly and then add on this break we had, it just felt like forever since I had seen him.

  “Abby.”

  “Reaper.”

  “I have something for you.”

  I arched my eyebrow. “What?”

  He walked around his desk and pulled open a drawer. He lit up a cigarette before throwing something at me. I caught the wrapped packet with one hand.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  He inhaled and exhaled before asking. “Just open it.”

  So I picked the sticky tape at the corner and slowly opened it. Then I pulled a tiny jumpsuit out of the wrapping. It was black and had the Satan’s Sons logo on the front.

  An arm wrapped around my waist and I could hear him breathing behind me. I felt his tight chest against my back and out of habit, I leaned back into him.

  “Just because I’ve been busy doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about the important things. That being you.” He ran a hand down my arm and softly turned me around to face him. “Abby, I want this baby with you.”

  I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to say something, but then I didn’t know what to say, so I shut it again and just stared up at him. Could this man really be a father? Could I be a mother? I thought once we could, but look how that turned out. It broke my heart, and now he wanted me to go through it again.

  “I don’t know what to say, Reaper.”

  “Do you love me?”

  “Of course!”

  “Then that’s all you need to know.” The corner of his mouth twisted up. “We can do this, Abby.”

  “You mean I can do it. Look at you now. I barely see you.”

  His expression changed, and suddenly he looked cagey. “Things are going on, Abby.”

  “Yeah I know, club business.”

  “Yes, it is club business.”

  “Which means I come second. Don’t worry, I was brought up like that. Dad always put the club first and family second.”

  He grunted. “Listen to yourself, Abby. Club and family are the same fucking thing. You know I always put you first.”

  “Then tell me what happened in Kelly.”

  “No. Nothing happened.”

  “Right, so that’s why you have been acting weird and coming home in the dead of night and leaving early morning. Come on Reaper, I’m not stupid.”

  He pulled the cigarette from between his mouth and looked at me coldly. “Nothing happened.”

  This was my reality. Him leading another life. I clenched the jumpsuit, and with a tight fist, I punched him in the chest. “And you want me to have your baby when you can’t even tell me the truth. Fine, lie to me.”

  I pushed past him and pushed the door open. I was storming out when I heard him behind me.

  “Where are you going, Abby?”

  “Away from fucking here.” I threw open the clubhouse door and stormed off to my car. I wasn’t interested in hearing anything more from him.

  Did I want to have this baby?

  I didn’t fucking know. I opened the car door and dropped the jumpsuit on the seat next to me.

  Chapter 38

  Reaper

  “Reaper, put it down!” Abby swiped at the phone and once again missed. “I’m serious, I don’t want any pictures of me being this big!”

  “Well, this isn’t a picture, it’s a video.”

  Abby smirked at me. “Well, aren’t you the smartass.”

  She was glowing, and I put my hand on her stomach. “Not much longer, baby boy.”

  “Yeah, thank god for that. I feel like I’ve been huge for ages.”

  “Babe, you're pregnant, not fat.”

  “Same thing. Now stop filming.”

  “Make me.”

  “Fine, I will.”

  She launched herself at me and the video stopped.

  I sighed and put the phone down. Losing a son was one of the hardest things I’ve gone through. How can Abby be prepared to just give this one up? Didn’t she want a family with me? Fuck. Why would she?

  My head snapped up at the knocking on my door. “Come in.”

  “Reaper, the girls want to know if you’re staying for tea tonight?” Brad walked in, smoking. “You and Abby work things out yet?”

  “How do you know we’re fighting?”

  “The whole club saw her storm out today; anyway, you have been staying here till midnight and back by six.”

  “What the fuck. Are you watching my every move or something?” I wasn’t ok with this.

  “My job is to watch your back, so I have to know where your back is.” Brad arched an eyebrow “This isn’t about Kelly, is it?”

  “No.” I didn’t want to talk about that, and I sure as fuck wasn’t explaining myself. “Just tell the girls yes.”

  “Righto, boss.”

  “And Brad.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Fucking stop watching me.”

  He smirked. “It's my job, Prez.” He closed the door and left me back on my own.

  I turned my phone over in my hand, thinking. Should I call her? Was she home?

  I sighed, putting the phone on the desk. Fuck this, I needed a drink.

  Abby

  He wasn’t coming home. I already knew that, but still, I cooked enough just in case he did come home. I sighed, turning the hot plates off. This wasn’t fair. Right now I needed him, and he was nowhere to be seen. He wanted this baby, and I didn’t know what I wanted.

  But after seeing that pregnant woman at the mall earlier, so happy and ready, it made me think. Was I ready? I was ready for Matthew, so how would this be different?

  I scooped the soup out and poured it into the bowl. The longer I waited the harder, the decision.

  My phone buzzed and, thinking it was Reaper, I stopped what I was doing. What did he want? Was he ok? Did he want me to come to the clubhouse?

  I flipped my phone over.

  ‘Are you coming next weekend?’

  Kim.

  I was beyond disappointed. Maybe I should call or text him.

  ‘I don’t know.’ I sent it back quickly and picked up my soup.

  Maybe I should talk to someone about it. I had no one here. But I always had Kim. So I flipped my phone back over and clicked her number.

  “You know it isn’t that hard to make a decision. Fuck me, I told you weeks ago about Dad’s birthday.”

  “Hi Kim.”

  She was her normal selfish self. I loved it and had missed it.

  “So are you coming or not?”

  “Kim, I’m pregnant.”

  Silence.

  “So soon after Matthew? What does Reaper think?”

  “He wants to keep it.”

  “And you?”

  “I don’t know i
f I’m ready to do it again. Like what if something goes wrong again? I can’t go through that. Kim, I’m so confused.”

  “You can’t live in fear, Abby. What’s the difference between it happening now and happening in two years?”

  “Reaper and I would be more stable, I don’t know, it just would be better.”

  “You don’t know that. Club life is always like it is now. And Reaper is ready. You know what I think?”

  “What?”

  “You’re afraid of something that won’t happen, and if it did, Abby, you aren’t facing it by yourself anymore. You have Reaper. You have the club. You have me.”

  Was Kim right? When I thought about it, she was.

  “He won’t even come home, Kim.” I sighed and sank down in a chair. “What does that say about us?”

  “Says more about him than you. Look, I’ll handle it. You just have tea, and relax, and I promise Reaper will be home tonight.”

  I frowned. “How can you promise that?”

  “Just trust your sister. Now go eat something and relax.”

  “Ok.”

  “Night sis.”

  “Night Kim.”

  She hung up, and I frowned at the phone. How does she expect Reaper to be home tonight? If I knew him at all, I would bet I won’t see him till Saturday, which was his birthday. I groaned. I still haven’t bought him a present

  Reaper

  I was swallowing the last of my whiskey when my phone rang. Wasn’t in the mood for talking, so I ignored it. Then it rang again, and again. For fuck’s sake!

  “WHAT!?” I yelled into the phone.

  “Go home.”

  What the fuck! I pulled the phone away and looked at the caller ID. Kim.

  “What the fuck do you want, Kim?”

  “I want you to go home. Now.”

  She never did get the whole “don’t mess with someone who was pissed off already.”

  “I’m busy.”

  “Drinking maybe. I can smell your breath from here.”

  “Fuck off.” I was going to hang up, but naturally, she spoke before I had time.

  “You need to support Abby through this pregnancy.”

  Clearly she was late to the party. “Abby doesn’t want this pregnancy.”

  “Yes, she does, she just doesn’t know it yet, and you going into the club and withdrawing from her isn’t helping. You need to go home and see your fiancée before she makes a decision you will both regret.”