REAPER AND ABBY

SIMONE ELISE
 CONTENTS

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
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 1

Reaper

If someone asked me at the start of my day where I’d be tonight, I would

have come up with a lot of possibilities- like; dealing with my son, who
thought it was a great idea to spray paint a police car with ‘fuck the police’.
He may have got away with it too, if it wasn’t for the very detailed Satan’s
Sons crest next to it- which he had perfected over time. Because this wasn’t
the first time he was spray painting the club’s logo on police property.
Then there was Eve, and Hannah, who had just got suspended from Saint
Christian’s private high school. First week- both suspended. When I heard
this, I knew they were definitely my girls. It was for wearing club supportive
clothing.
It would seem all my three children had the ability to be creative when it
came to breaking the law and getting into trouble.
Then there was Abby.
I was waiting for her to crack. The stress she was under, the
responsibilities she was taking on. I was waiting for the phone call with her in
tears. Still, every day she proved to me, there was nothing she couldn’t take.
If someone told me that twins could basically- nearly feel and think what
the other does, I’d say you’re fucking lying and smoking weed. But I saw it
on Abby’s face. When Kim was diagnosed, it automatically affected Abby’s
life.
Fuck. The doctor might as well have been telling my wife she had cancer,
cause Abby went through whatever Kim went through. So when Kim was
diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a chain reaction to Abby.
 Since Kim went into remission. Abby was coping slightly better. I’d been
so busy with the club that I hadn’t really seen Abby. So I didn’t know how
sure she was coping better.
I knew it was a dick move on my behalf, but club business was stacking
up. To the point Brad couldn’t handle it anymore. So I threw myself back
into the club, thinking if I spent a few good days organizing shit and pulling
other presidents back into line. Then I could give my family more attention.
Those few good days I planned on putting into the club turned into a
month of dealing with crap. Before I knew it. I had barely seen Abby. I
wasn’t even making it back home to sleep. I knew she would be thinking the
worst of me, abandoning her when she needed me.
But I was just trying to focus on the club, put it in a good place, so I could
give Abby the attention and my family the attention they deserved.
Instead, shit backfired in my face, and I was here.
At a strip club. The last place I wanted to fucking be. Seriously I get a
spare hour and I end up being forced to come here? By whom I wasn’t even
sure yet! I was just directed to a private room. I was assuming it was a
meeting with Cal, an international drug dealer who had a fucking serious case
of paranoia.
I understood why he would want to meet here. Club owned the strippers,
had control over the cameras and there wasn’t a shit load of men, carrying,
ready to fight at my command. So I understood why he would want me here.
Fewer men, less chance of shit getting nasty if he was backing out of my
deal.
I swear if the words we should part ways come out of his fucking mouth,
he will be regretting it. Because the reality was, I didn’t need a shit load of
men behind me to get the dirty deeds done. I did the deeds on my own. I’ll be
the one slowly choking the life from his lungs if he has wasted months of my
time setting this up and backing out in one of my strip clubs.
I was following Missy, who was the woman who left a message on my
phone for this meeting. Fuck, it was after eleven. I really had planned on
being home in time to see Abby tonight. I wanted to fuck my wife tonight
and then fall asleep with her, as pathetic as it was. door. That was my current
fantasy. I just wanted my wife.
“Here you go Reaper,” Missy opened the door, I was still trying to decide
on what reason to tell Abby tonight why I won’t be home in time.
“Thanks Missy.” I looked up from my phone, scanning the room. Wait, a
fucking second. My head whipped back to Missy. “Why did Cal set up a
meeting in the pent suite?” Last time I checked, no conversation regarding
drugs needed a suite with a runway, leading straight to the bed.
Missy’s lips twitched up just slightly. “We heard you’ve been stressed, so
we have booked you up with one of our best girls.” Then, before I could say
anything, she closed the door.
What. The. Fuck.
Then reality of this situation hit me fucking hard. I was in a strip club, in
a private suite with a bed and a whore about to strip. It was when the music
started slowly.
I snapped, my hand went quick to the door handle.
Abby was understanding. Hell, she was the most understanding woman I
knew when it came to what club life was like. But I was faithful to my wife.
No woman could tempt me to be unfaithful to Abby.
I tried to open the door again. The bloody bitch had locked the door.
Fuck. I was stuck in here. How was it possible that a meeting with Cal didn’t
scare me, but the thought of being found in a locked room with a stripper
scared the fucking shit out of me?
Abby was my gravity. I didn’t need to cross a line to know what will
happen. I didn’t need to stick my hand in a fire to find out you get three-
degree burns. So I wasn’t even fucking tempted to look behind me when I
heard her heels.
She could be fucking high class as they come, hell she could be an
eighteen-year-old virgin. I still wouldn’t be interested.
Shit. How do I explain this to Abby? Someone had put Missy up to this,
which meant another person knew I was here- so it could get back to Abby.
Fuck it I’ll just call her, explain to her I’ve been locked in a room with a
stripper and had nothing to do with it.
I scoffed, running my hand through my longer than normal hair. Yeah,
she isn’t going to believe that. No woman would- not even Abby, who is
extremely understanding at the best of times. Hell, I don’t even let men near
her.
“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.
 2

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…
Then my eyes widened. My daughters.
“You know don’t you.” I pointed a finger at Callan, my voice going up.
“You sick fucking bastard you knew it was us!”
“Abby. Leave.” Reaper was up and he would have to drag me out of this
room; which he knew cause as soon as he went for me, I dodged him.
 “You know I have daughters. You know!” I couldn’t stop my voice going
up, louder and louder as realization hit me.
Callan was a man that would do anything to get us back. If he was
around, we couldn’t be. Simple.
Callan moved forward in his chair, a slightly smug expression on his face.
“Hannah and Eve, heard all about them. Kade is proud of his family.”
Sick. I felt physically sick.
“Is he the new drug connection?” I asked Reaper, dodging his arms again.
I wanted answers. “Is he your new business partner?!” I pushed Reaper back
when he went to guide me out again.
“Club business Abby.” That line coming out of Reaper’s mouth sent me
back years. Three children. Years of marriage. Here it was. Him giving the
same line he gave me when I was eighteen.
“You do business with him, you lose us. Simple.” I laid out the reality of
his decision. He didn’t know the damage Callan had done to me, or my
family.
“You are asking me to pick between the club and my family?” Just like
that, he changed modes, from Kade to full on Reaper. “Club is the club.
Family is family.” He took a step closer to me, dominating his height over
me. “That is how it is, Abby, and don’t fucking think for a second you can
take either from me.” His words were a threatening, firm and cruel hiss.
“Now get the fuck out.”
Wasn’t the first time he spoke to me like that. The last time was when I
was eighteen and my dad had just had a heart attack.
I didn’t move, like I had been ordered to do. I was shocked. How could
we back to this? Why would he speak to me like that? Why the hell would he
ever talk to me like I was nothing? He said, over and over, I was his
everything- that this family meant everything to him.
But then his words repeated in my head, don’t fucking think for a second
you can take either from me. It slowly sunk in and as it did, the tears spread
to my eyes- he was right. I couldn’t do a fucking thing. I could never take the
club away from him or take his family from him. Cause he was the reaper.
And the Reaper got what he wanted.
Who the hell was I to think I had some control over him?
“You know what I don’t understand, the whole two-toned hair coloring crap.”
Kim was flipping through a magazine at our enormous kitchen island while I
prepared tea.
“It’s called ombre Kim.”
“It’s called disgusting Abby.”
I rolled my eyes and went back to flipping my stir-fry. I was not going to
argue with her over the latest hairstyle.
“Aunty Kim.” Hannah, pulled herself up on the bar stool at the kitchen
island, gaining Kim’s attention.
Kim had a real sweet spot for the girls. So it was only normal for her to
have a wide smile on her face when one of them approached her.
“When is Uncle Trigger coming back?”
A deafening silence followed. I went into damage control. “Hannah, can
you go get Tyson and Eve, for dinner?” I asked and redirected my fourteen-
year-old attention. “Please.”
Hannah’s eyes went from Kim to me, with a small frown, then nodded
her head, getting up and doing what she was told. Hannah was never one to
break the rules. She could be considered the easy child- but everyone would
be wrong. Hannah followed her heart, which was why I knew one day, her
heart could lead her to dangerous places.
“Thanks.” Kim spoke when Hannah left, her voice low. “I never know
what to say when they ask about him.”
“How about their uncle is a dickhead?” I scoffed, not being able to stop
my thoughts from coming out. I looked up from the stir-fry, seeing the
hollowness in her eyes. “Sorry Kim.” I immediately apologized. “I’m sure it
is going to work out.”
Her lips formed a tight line, and she briefly nodded her head. We both
knew it wasn’t likely.
I heard him coming before I saw him, and my eyes snapped down to the
food. Suddenly, my attention on the food went up.
“Kim, do you want the flaxseed oil in yours?” I asked. Flaxseed was
meant to help with body’s immune system. Not that Kim needed it, she just
liked the taste.
“Sure.”
My eyes snapped up at her one word. She knew something was wrong
between Reaper and I. Her eyes were on Reaper, then she glanced at me.
“You know what, I might hurry those teenagers along.” Very smoothly,
stir-fry, she excused herself from the thick tensioned air that had engulfed the
room when Reaper walked into it.
I turned the heat down on the stir fry, expecting Reaper to start an
argument as soon as Kim disappeared up the stairs. No point ruining dinner.
At least I could serve it up while he yells at me for being out of line.
But a few minutes had passed, and he had said nothing.
“I was expecting one of your teenage fits and you running back to your
father.” He broke the ice between us. “In fact, I’m surprised you are still
here.”
There was genuine surprise in his voice. But it didn’t make me look up at
him. Instead, I turned and went to the cupboard, getting out the plates.
I heard him sigh behind me. “So I’m getting the silent treatment?”
Did he really think I was that immature? I was a fucking adult with three
children depending on me! Did he think I had time for pathetic games like
that? I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and I had three children who woke up
every day needing me.
“Are you here for dinner?” I spoke to him. I wasn’t rude. I wasn’t even
cold. I just asked a question.
“Yes.”
That shocked me and made me turn around to look at him.
“You are?”
I could see his expression now. It was tight and told me. We would be
arguing later tonight because he was planning on pulling me back into line. It
was funny really. I went to him to help pull Tyson back into line and in the
end, Reaper would be pulling me in line.
I nodded my head and just left it at that. I had nothing else I wanted to say
to him.
My phone buzzed on the island and he saw whoever it was before me. His
expression hardening, then his eyes going to me. “And here I was praising
you for not going to your father.” He then threw the phone at me.
I caught it, and while Reaper had immediately assumed it was about what
happened with Callan, he was wrong. I opened the message and threw it back
at him.
“Dad just asked if there was a spare plate. Tell him there is,” I saw his
eyes ran over the messages from my dad. Maybe just to confirm that I hadn’t
turned to my father. Like he just accused me of.
Dad and mines relationship was estranged. Something was causing him to
pull away from me and my family.
I turned my back to Reaper and began to get the glass cups out of the
cupboard and set the table on autopilot. Reaper didn’t say a word. What was
there to say, Reaper still thought I’d act like a sixteen-year-old when we had
a fight. Truth was, maybe he still saw me as immature because he wasn’t
around when I was making the decisions that were shaping my family, or
should I say, our family.
 3

REAPER

Abby didn’t say a word to me as soon as dinner was served. I tried to help her
with it, but I realized I was just in her way. She had a routine when it came to
dinner and I wasn’t included in that routine. Sitting at the head of the table, I
felt like an outsider to my own family.
Roach pulled up in our driveway in a taxi within five minutes of me
sending that message. I noticed how Abby greeted him outside and paid the
driver.
“So, Dad, when do you get your license back? I’m surprised you actually
stayed off the road this time.” Kim asked her old man, while pouring extra of
that awful oil she lives on, onto her salad.
Wait. Roach didn’t have a license?
“Can’t afford to get caught again. Abby put her name down, and I ain’t
getting her in trouble.” Roach stabbed a piece of meat. “Nothing wrong with
public transport.”
I looked from Roach to Abby; she hadn’t mentioned any of this to me.
While I might be looking at Abby, she was looking directly at Tyson. She
lowered her fork down.
“Tyson. . .” Abby said with a threatening tone. My eyes flashed to Tyson,
who was looking at Hannah with a mocking expression. “If you don’t tell me
where you would put Hannah’s tablet, I promise you, that every piece of your
technology will go missing as well.”
Tyson grunted, amused. Turning to look at Abby. “You’d have to find
mine first. One step ahead of you.”
 I watched Abby take a deep breath. Hannah looked close to tears.
“Tyson, when dinner is done. You will be going to get Hannah’s tablet
and you will give it back to her.” Abby had put both her knife and fork down.
“You know she has been working really hard on that drawing and for you to
take it Tyson, that is just being a bully.”
Tyson pulled a face. “I’ll give it back to her, when she stops crying every
night.”
Those words caused Hannah to look down at her plate, with tears
threatening.
Eve pointed her fork at Tyson. “You’ll be crying in a minute, if you don’t
give Han back her stuff.”
Tyson smirked, crossing his arms. “You really want to take me on again
Eve. Didn’t workout in your best interest last time.”
Roach grunted and I shot my eyes to him, glaring.
“Can really see who the man is in the family.” He muttered under his
breath.
“Ya got something to say, Roach,” I barked at him.
He shot me a dirty look but didn’t say anything.
“Hannah, sweetie, it’s okay,” Abby said, as Hannah’s silent tears got
faster.
“Baby Hannah, crying like always.” Tyson grumbled. He pushed his chair
away from the table.
“That’s it Tyson, I’m taking all the spark plugs from every one of your
motorbikes.” Abby fired back at him. “And you will return all of Hannah’s
belongings and stop drawing on family portraits.”
All hell broke loose within a second. Tyson jumped from his chair,
sending it flying backwards, hitting the wall, and threw his arm across the
table, his glass smashing to pieces on the ground. Hannah broke out in
audible tears.
“Do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care!” he yelled at Abby. “I hate
you!” He screamed as he stormed away from the table.
My eyes were glued on my wife. She was frozen. I was going to give my
son my hell for speaking to his mother like that but, my concern was more on
Abby. As she sat there froze. As if his words had shattered her.
Hannah went to get down, and Abby’s hand flung out. “Don’t get down,
Hannah, there is glass on the ground. Just. . .” she pushed herself away from
the table. “Just give me a second.” I could hear the tears she was holding
back within her tone.
“I’ll help,” Kim went to get up. Then a hiss came from Abby.
“Abby you okay?” I got up. Fuck. I reached the end of the table, seeing
blood gushing from her hand.
“It’s just a cut,” she brushed it off.
“Like fuck it is,” I said, and grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen island.
“You’ll need stitches.” I looked at it just for a few seconds before I applied
more pressure.
“Kim can take me, Dad can watch the kids.” Abby said and went to pull
her hand from me. I held the tea towel firmer on her. Trying to stop the
blood.
I looked her dead in the eyes. “I’ll take you,” I glanced at Kim, “Are you
okay to look after the kids,” I looked at Roach. He could fuck off now, and he
knew that was basically what I was saying when I looked at him.
“Yeah, go.” Kim said. As Roach moved around the table and went to
clean up the glass.
“Reaper, you don’t have to take me.” Abby protested as I kept her hand
wrapped with the tea towel and my hand firmly keeping it in place. “I know
you weren’t planning on staying long tonight, you’ve got things to do.”
I didn’t even give her a reply. Just guided her out to the garage, and went
to one of the SUVS. Right now, my only focus was on her. Then when she
was stitched up, we could talk about what happened earlier and I knew an
apology from me would be included in that.

Triage. The last time I was here, I had a bullet in the leg, or was it in the arm?
Fuck, couldn’t remember. Some street gangster trying to make a name for
himself, and he thought killing the Reaper would give him the crown. In the
end, it gave him a meeting with the Reaper.
“Abby Wilson?” A male doctor stepped out from the doors, his eyes on
the clipboard before he scanned the waiting room. His eyes landed on my
wife. He frowned and went straight for her hand as she walked towards him.
Did they know each other?
“When I saw the file, I assumed they had put the wrong patient’s name
down.” The doctor said, and then looked at Abby’s hand, and the bloody tea
towel wrapped around it. “Clearly I was wrong.” He didn’t even
acknowledge me. In fact, he nearly shut the door in my face. Doing a double
take, when I put my foot out, stopping it from closing.
The doctor looked like he was a second away from calling security.
“This is Kade, my husband.” Abby explained. “I wasn’t exactly capable
of driving myself.” She forced a smile, but I could see she was in fucking
pain and if he didn’t start being a fucking doctor and not standing there
looking protective of my wife. Then he’d be feeling pain.
“Come through then, sorry Kade.” He was polite. But it was forced.
We walked into a bay, and he went to put on gloves. “So Abby, what
happened?”
“I cut myself on a broken glass.” She laid her hand down on the table he
pulled around in front of her.
He frowned, looking at the tea towel. Before turning back to the lock
draw and opening, pulling out a needle.
“I know you hate pain relief, but I’m not unwrapping that hand until
you’ve got something in your system.” His words were firm with her. As if
he knew she would protest. To my surprise, she didn’t argue with him, and let
him administer pain relief.
“I was starting to think your teenagers had turned a new leaf. We haven’t
had an admission from either of them in three weeks.” He likely joked with
her, while getting out medical supplies he was going to need. I assumed he
was waiting for the pain relief to kick in.
“They are doing well,” Abby said, but it was her tone. That even had my
eyes flickered to her.
The doctor was staring at her intently. “And how have you been?
Handling the stress of the final presentation this week?”
He cut the tea towel.
“Yeah I had it up to its final stages.”
“Did you go with the gray scale?”
“I did, and I finished the final detailing late last night.” A hiss of pain
escaped her lips, and he paused.
“Last final piece before marking, you’ve done a great job. Must be
relieved.” He shot her a smile while he began to clean the wound.
“I was until this morning.” Her face was expressionless. “Tyson had
taken a permanent marker to it, not black either sadly.”
Tyson had done what?!
 I saw the doctor’s jaw clench slightly. “You’ve been working on that for
three months Abby. Is it fixable?”
“No a red marker, displaying the words fuck you doesn’t really come
off.” Tears swelled in her eyes, and I wasn’t sure if those tears were from the
cleaning of the wound. “He was upset, I caught him smoking pot.”
The doctor sighed, “I’m sorry Abby. Perhaps the professor will
understand.”
“Just like he had to understand when my last two sculptures got their
heads cut off.” She sighed, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
He paused. “You can’t give up on this, Abby. Even if you have to
resubmit a new piece. You have to do it, it’s the final one. Then you are
done.”
“It won’t be as easy as that. Professor Bentley already said I’d have to
redo the semester if the piece wasn’t submitted. After, all this piece was to
make up for the sculptures. And I can’t do another year of theory and
practical again.”
I watched as she blinked and a few small tears dropped. The doctor
started to stitch the wound.
“Abby I know you, if anyone could create a piece of art in a few days.
You can.” The doctor said gently. Abby’s eyes lifted from her hand on to
him.
“Thanks Shawn,” she wiped the tears away from her eyes. “Anyway,”
with a sigh she said. “I think my family needs me to focus on them. Hannah
still isn’t sleeping. The night terrors are getting worse. Eve can’t be out of my
sight longer than a few seconds and Tyson. . .” she just paused. “Well, he
hates me, and just has this need to destroy anything he can get his hands on.”
He paused, staring at her, I watched his mouth open, and then he glanced
at me. Keeping whatever he was going to say to her to himself.
The doctor finished stitching up her hands and began to secure it with
tape.
“Well I’m lucky I came in, when one of the plastic surgeons were here.”
Abby gave him a gentle smile. “Thank you, Shawn.”
“I’m not that good, Abby. Still got a year to go before the degree is
completely done.”
“Well Eve’s forehead healed perfectly and you wouldn’t even know she
had such a deep gash.” Abby went to get up. Doctor Shawn placed a hand on
her shoulder, stopping her.
 “Just wait a few minutes before getting up. I want to get you a
prescription for some antibiotics and pain relief, even though I know you
won’t take it. Though,” and he looked at me for the first time. “Perhaps your
husband will be able to convince you to take them.”
I gave him a head nod and stepped back as he walked out of the small
room.
Abby was looking down at her hand.
A few moments passed, and I wasn’t sure how long Doctor fuckwit was
going to be. So I wasn’t going to remain silent.
“You didn’t tell me Tyson ruined your art.” I looked directly at her,
wanting to see her expression.
Her glassy eyes went from her hand to me. She gave me a small smile.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“It is Abby.”
“It’s just a canvas.”
“It’s not, it’s your hard work. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I came to tell you, you were busy with the club.” Abby’s words didn’t
have any anger or aggression within her tone. She gave me a reassuring
smile. “It’s fine Kade, it’s not a big deal.”
“Okay, so,” The doctor walked back into the room. “Scripts. I want you
to come in, about two weeks for me to take those stitches out. Just come in
when it suits you, let the girls at the triage tell me you’re here and I’ll come
out.” To my surprise he handed me the scripts. “Nice to meet you Mr Wilson.
Try and get your wife to have those pills.”
I saw him glance at my club cut.
“I’m sure I’ll be back in between now and then. Tyson won’t go a full
month without getting some sort of injury.” Abby said, standing next to me.
“Thanks Shawn.”
He gave her a real smile, and then she walked past me. His eyes went to
me. The look he gave me. Well fuck me. Did he think I hadn’t seen
disapproval in someone’s eyes before?
We walked out of triage. I went to Abby’s side, placing a hand on her hip
and pulling her to my side as we walked out. I noticed how she didn’t push
me away, or even snap at me, fuck she didn’t even look at me.
I wasn’t sure if that was a sign how mad she was, or how deeply I had
fucked up.
Walking out into the night air. She was by my side but she wasn’t with
me. . . if that made any fucking sense. Fuck me. She’s my wife. I can fix this.
My phone rang when we just made it to the SUV. I ignored it.
“Answer it, I’ll wait in the car.” Abby said and just stood at the passenger
door. I stared at her. Who the fuck was this woman?
I pressed the button unlocking the car and answered my phone.
“Yeah?” I said into the phone. I listened to what Viper was telling me, but
my eyes were glued to the SUV as my wife sat in the front passenger. I could
even hear the dull sound of the radio going, as if she didn’t even want to
overhear a conversation I was having.
Fuck this. I wasn’t having her shutting me out like this.
I ended the call and got in the car. Earlier, I was ready to fight with her,
pull her in line. Remind her of her place. I glanced at her and she was staring
out the window. Now. I wasn’t sure what the fuck to do or say. The reality
was, that doctor in there knew more about my family than I fucking did.
They said I was a great fucking president, but I could counter that. I was a
fucking deadbeat dad.
“I’ll speak to Tyson,” I said, breaking the silence in the car. “What he did
tonight isn’t acceptable.”
Abby was silent.
I took my eyes off the road to glance at her. Her face was expressionless.
“I mean it Abby, I’m gonna talk to him about it.”
“It’s fine Kade.”
“Nah, it fucking ain’t. Why are you defending him?”
She turned, looking me straight in the eyes. “He’s acting out because I’m
failing. His behavior is a direct correction to me. Something’s wrong with
him, and I’ll sort it out.”
My grip on the steering wheel got tighter. “You know you aren’t a single
parent, right?”
“Yes.”
One word that was all she gave me.
I indicated onto the main road.
“Why is Hannah having night terrors? You told me she was having
nightmares.”
“Same thing isn’t it?”
“For a doctor to know about it, I’d say it isn’t Abby.”
She sighed and leaned her head against the glass window. “She doesn’t
feel safe.”
 “In our house? For fuck's sake, she’d have to know I’d never let anything
happen to her.”
Abby went silent.
I groaned. “Fuck Abby, why don’t you just say it. This is all my fault.
Tyson’s acting up cause I ain’t around. Hannah doesn’t feel safe because I’m
never home. You are drowning being a single parent. Come on Abby, just
fucking give it to me, instead of this cold shoulder crap. Like everything is
fine and I ain’t the problem.”
I pulled into our driveway and put the car into park, turning to look at her.
“Kade,” she unclipped her seat belt and looked at me with an empty
expression in her eyes. “In order for any of their behaviors to be your fault,
you would have had to be a main part of their life at some point. You haven’t
walked out of their lives, cause, well. . . you’ve never really been around.”
She let the seat belt roll up. Giving me a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, they are
used to you being gone more than being at home. Anyway, they can’t miss
something they never had.” She opened the door. “Thanks for taking me to
the hospital, sorry for pulling you away from the club tonight.”
With those words said, she pushed the door wide and climbed out of the
car.
Life’s a twisted fucking game of choices. Each choice you make leads
you in a certain direction, and before I knew it—all those fucking decisions I
made have led me here. I picked to be at the club, instead of dropping the
kids off for their first days at school. I picked gun runs over concerts, school
sports, family days. I choose to be out late every night, and hung over in the
morning, surfacing later in the day, still hung over. Then escaping to the
clubhouse cause the sound of my kids playing would tear my ears apart.
I swore to Abby when we had the twins, I’d be here. I’d balance the club
and family. Instead, here I sat, after hearing my kids didn’t really know me
and worse of it, Abby had given up fighting for me to fight for our family.
She had accepted it.
 4

Abby

I walked out of the grocery store, my mind flooding with the fact I was going
to the university to withdraw. I had done the groceries. Next stop, university.
I had left Kade sleeping in bed. I wanted to get these small errands done and
not let him talk me out of dropping out.
I unlocked my car and pressed the button to the trunk at the same time.
“Abby?”
I turned slightly to my side. When I saw her, I felt the need to throw a
punch, but I contained myself. While Snake Valley didn’t have a large
population, it was, however, large enough for this bitch to not be parked next
to my car or, at the very least, not be at the same shopping center as me. I
cursed my luck. Out of all the empty spaces in the bloody car park, she had to
park next to me?
“Kaylee.” I forced the one word out. I was under the impression she had
left, or, at least, that was what I’d assumed when she disappeared.
She brushed a hand through her long blonde hair and looked at me
slightly awkwardly. I noticed her physical appearance had changed—tattoos
were lasered off, and piercings were gone—but I really didn’t care at all
about why. She didn’t look like club property anymore. I began to put the
bags in the car, hoping that was the end of the conversation.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
I cringed. It would seem Kaylee hadn’t taken the hint that I didn’t want to
hold a conversation with her. I threw her a dirty look. This woman nearly
broke up Kade and me—repeatedly.
 “Sure,” I replied, but I was really thinking of how I could throw a punch
without the police being called.
“It’s about when you lost Matthew.”
I froze.
I stood dead still, staring at her emotionless. How could she even
mention those words to me? Losing Matthew was the hardest experience of
my life. Losing a child should be something a parent never had to go through.
Not only did it destroy me but it also fractured Reaper’s and my relationship,
which took a longer than usual amount of time to heal due to her sleeping
with Kade.
“That day you and Reaper had that fight at the hospital?” She looked at
me as if I wouldn’t be able to recall that day.
I barely nodded my head for her to continue.
“Reaper was really messed up, and the club knew he was on the edge of
doing something that could either send him to prison or bring the police to
the club.” She continued, “That day, just after you and Reaper had that fight,
Roach gave him a cocktail of drugs to knock him out for a bit. But they didn’t
work immediately. Anyway, um, Reaper and I never slept together. We made
it to my room just before he passed out. He woke up half-naked and couldn’t
remember what happened. I just filled in what I wanted him to think.”
I blinked as I stared at the woman who had nearly cost me my
relationship with Kade.
“I have to admit that how I acted was unbelievable, and I still feel
disgusted about it,” she added. Instead of stepping away from me, she
abandoned her trolley and stepped toward me. “The way Reaper looked at
you, loved you— Anyway, all us club girls just wanted to rip you apart. We
wanted that, wanted the way he looked at you.” She stumbled over her words
for a moment. “When you were kidnapped, I made a move on Reaper. Don’t
worry. Your sister nearly killed me. Actually, she shot at me and, luckily, she
missed, but Reaper kicked me out anyway.”
Kaylee looked down at the concrete before looking back into my eyes.
“Reaper turned this town apart for you. I didn’t realize just how much he
loves you until I saw it in his eyes—the knowledge that he would be
widowed and never touch a woman again if you died.” She let out a long
breath. “I’m sorry for nearly breaking you two up all those years ago. Hell,
I’m sorry for every club girl that lied about him cheating or implying he was
cheating and who tried to rip you two apart. Now that I’m married, I can see
just how awful what I did was.” She looked me dead in the eyes. “I’ve
wanted to tell you this for years, and it’s weird that today of all days, I run
into you.”
“Of all days?” I managed to speak.
“I just found out I’m pregnant.” She gestured her head to the clinic
behind us. “For what it is worth, Abby, I’m sorry, especially because for
years, you’ve thought Reaper could have been with another woman other
than you. Before you get angry with the club boys for not saying something,
they didn’t know what happened when I closed that door. They didn’t know
that Reaper passed out. Hell, those drugs hadn’t worked for nearly three
hours. They assumed they didn’t work at all, like he was immune to them or
something. Also, the fact that club girls were determined to rip you apart was
something we kept between us. Throwing mentions of him cheating was
common for us. So, again, I’m sorry.”
With those words said, she glanced over my shoulder. “I, um, better go.”
She pushed her trolley into the empty park beside her car and basically
bolted into her car.
Suddenly there was someone else more pressing I had to visit, other then
the university.

I could count on one hand how many times I had visited my father since he
left the clubhouse. Within the last year he had slowly been withdrawing from
my family. The fact he came to dinner the other night still shocked me
slightly.
I opened his front door, not even surprised it wasn’t locked, and there he
was, my infamous father—Roach.
He took the cigar from his lips. “Lost, Abby?”
I hadn’t visited Roach much. That was a fact.
“Yeah, I am lost.” As I moved into his lounge room,. “Lost as to why you
drugged my husband for years.” I went straight to the reason I was here. I
didn’t ask him if he had because I didn’t need to be lied to again. I also didn’t
want to give Roach the option to deny it.
“The club comes first, Abby, always did.” He sighed. “It seem that my
confession time has come.” Deflated as if his dirty secret was out. “Everyone
knows, Abby, that a madman needs caging. That’s what we did with Reaper.
We caged him. We trained him to be who he was, and you ruined it. I had to
put him down. Create a new beast. He was useless to me, but you got in the
way of the bullets that were meant for him.”
“Damon was the one who shot at Reaper, not you.”
“Who do you think controlled that gang, Abby? Think. Really think. Do
you honestly think Satan’s Sons would let them have any ground if we didn’t
control them? Damon was to kill Reaper, but you took the bullets.” He stated.
“I was never going to get my Reaper back after that, so…”
“You told Blake to use me.” While I spoke the words, I didn’t want to
believe them.
“You really thought that some common street gangster could kill me?
Blake answered to me. I needed a new reaper.”
My life was unraveling fast.
“You filled the role well. I watched you get colder, more numb, getting
further and further away from having a heart, and I was getting a new reaper,
but this time, one I could really control. Just a threat to me, or a threat to your
sister, would have you doing anything. You would have been the perfect
reaper for me, and best of all, you wouldn’t have ever known I was behind
your actions. One threat to your child, or a threat to Reaper, and I had you.”
I stood in complete shock.
“But just like you stole Reaper from me, Kade went and stole you, my
new reaper.”
“Is that it?” I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
“I wish. I’ve screwed up more times than that. And there is a shit load I’d
take back.” He leans forward. “Reaper only killed Jake’s wife because of my
orders. I wasn’t giving up on my Reaper just yet. I knew your death would be
what got him back to where he belonged. But I didn’t foresee my reaction to
your upcoming death, nor did I foresee my reaction to my grandchild. It was
Tyson, and the thought of really losing you. That got me. Made me see
clearly. Putting the club first, nearly cost me everything.” He put the cigar
out. “ So I planted Billy. I always wanted that bastard killed. Then Reaper got
my club, got my daughter, and I got”—he waved his hand around the empty
house—“nothing but the guilt of always putting the club first and not my
family.”
“I can’t be around your family. With everything I have done. So I pulled
away slowly.” Tears filled in my fathers eyes and he never cried. “I never
expect forgiveness.”
I could let this be the defining moment that I cut my father from my life
or I could forgive. So I sat down on the coach, staring at my father. I was
furious but Roach had done what any outlaw president would do. Excel the
club's growth. Perhaps that was my real downfall. I could see the other side to
his actions. So we just sat there in silence.
 5

REAPER

I woke up early. Not hungover. But to an empty bed. I wasn’t sure what time
Abby had gotten up. Truth was, I didn’t know her morning routine. I
wandered downstairs, hearing the bickering of my children from the kitchen
and Kim’s voice over it.
Walking into the room. Tyson, Hannah and Eve were having breakfast
and Kim was making what looked like pancakes.
Her eyes flashed to me. “Lose all your shirts, did you, Reaper?” Kim
rolled her eyes at me. Fuck. God forbid I’m not wearing a shirt in my own
house. “Geez, I thought you and Abby weren’t going to surface at all this
morning.” She dished up more pancakes on to a plate and walked to the table.
“What do you mean?” I asked Kim.
Abby was down here, wasn’t she?
Kim walked back to me. Wiping her hands on her apron. “I said, I
thought you and Abby had gone on a sex bender after last night. God, that
tension between you two last night was next level.” Kim said, away from the
hearing distance of my kids. “Seriously, what happened with you two?” She
frowned and then shook her head. “Doesn’t matter I guess, you both worked
it out.”
Kim pulled a stool closer to the island and pushed a picture towards me.
“You got that for her, right? I sent you a dozen messages about it.”
I frowned. “Wait, where’s Abby?” I questioned, not even glancing down
at whatever she had shoved in front of me.
She rolled her eyes. “Where’s Abby? Yeah, good one Reaper. If you are
as good as she leads me to believe she’s still in bed, shaking. Now,” And she
slapped her hand down on the table. “You got this right?”
I was so fucking confused, I looked down at the piece of paper in front of
me. It was a picture of a piece of jewelry. “No, I didn’t get her that. Why
would I? Now stop with the mind game shit, and tell me where my wife is?”
Kim frowned and then Eve was at her side, tapping on Kim’s arm.
“Can I see mom now?”
Kim frowned, glancing from Eve to me. “I think your mom has gone to
the store. How about you and Hannah go get that picture ready for her?” Kim
flashed Eve a wide grin, but I knew she was thinking what I was thinking.
Where the fuck was Abby.
Eve walked off and Kim got off the stool, giving me a shove, and we
went into the second lounge room.
“So you’re telling me, you and Abby didn’t fuck like rabbits last night
and you haven’t organized the one thing I’ve been telling you to do for the
last two months?” She roasted me with rage. “For fuck’ sake Reaper! What
has got into you! It’s like you don’t give a fuck about your family!”
“Fuck off Kim, I ain’t in the mood for a lecture.”
“Well, I’m not in the mood to have my sister crying on her presentation
day! Because,” she shoved me in the chest, “She thinks her jerk of a husband
cares more about outlaws than her!”
I opened my mouth.
“Don’t you get it Reaper!” She pointed her finger at me. “I need you to
step up. Be the father you promised to be. The husband you vowed to be!
Fuck, where is the man that went on a manhunt for his wife! Where is the
man that loved hard?” Tears lined her eyes. “You can’t be the one to break
her heart, Reaper, you hear that? So if you aren’t planning on being a fucking
father and a real husband. Then leave her. So I can help her piece her life
back together!”
Kim never cried, she just didn’t do emotions. I was so fucking thrown off
by all this.
Kim’s expression dropped, shaking her head. “Well, if there is one thing
that can not be argued on. It was Abby and I both picked weak men for
husbands.” She looked me up and down. “Congratulations Reaper, you’re a
great mother chapter president and fucking pathetic father and husband.”
With those words said, she shouldered past me. I reminded myself she
was still recovering, and she clearly had her own issues. But her words
fucking hurt more, because they were the truth. She was right. I was failing
my family.
I stormed out of the room, following her. I turned, hearing the front door
open.
Well, if it isn’t my missing wife.
“Where have you been?” I growled at her.
“University I had to withdraw from the gallery but no one was there.” She
closed the door. “I left a note.”
“You could have woken me.” I could hear my tone, but I couldn’t stop
my aggression from coming out.
“I know you had a big day today,”
“How would you know that?”
“You told me,” she frowned, “Two weeks ago, when I asked if you could
come to the gallery show.”
“What do you mean you’ve dropped out?” Kim walked around the
corner, coming to stick her nose into mine and Abby’s conversation.
“I didn’t get the piece done. So yeah, I withdrew.”
“If you don’t display that piece, you fail.” Kim said each word slowly, as
if English was Abby’s second language.
“It’s not a big deal, Kim.” Abby went to walk around her. But Kim didn’t
let up, blocking her path.
“Five years, you’ve studied for this. So all those late nights, all those
exams and practical pieces, were for nothing?” Kim shouted at her. “Abby,
wake up! If you don’t do this, you’ve failed!”
Abby’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve already failed,” she hissed. “I failed when
my daughter will not sleep by herself. I failed when my other daughter can
not sit still because she has abandonment issues. I failed when Tyson started
destroying everything and anything, then turned to me and said he hated me.”
She scoffed, shaking her head and pointing a finger into the kitchen. “You
think I care about a piece of paper, when I’ve failed as a mother.”
On cue, Tyson and Eve started screaming at each other.
“You aren’t their only parent,” Kim growled at Abby, and threw me a
dirty look.
Abby laughed, with no humor in her tone. “Kim, don’t go there.”
Tyson screamed at the top of his lungs, causing Abby to bolt from us and
we were right behind her.
“Hannah threw my controller in the dishwater!” Tyson screamed, and I
saw him about to dive for Hannah. I caught him with my arms, pushed him
behind me.
“You smashed the screen of my tablet!” Hannah screamed back.
I catch sight out of the corner of my eyes, Eve about to drop the other
controller for the game station in the sink.
The three kids were screaming at each other, and I glanced at Abby, who
had her canvas in hand and was about to take a knife to it.
I saw it now. All four of them, completely out of control.
“That’s enough!” I roared. Everyone in the room froze.
“You three,” I looked at my teenagers. “You thought life was hard when
mom was in control. Well. It’s school holidays right?” I looked around the
room. Tyson’s sharp glare at me, Hannah and Eve gave me a blank look.
While Abby one second away from ripping the knife through her canvas so
she can destroy it completely and give up on her dreams of following her
passion for the arts.
Grabbing a laundry basket off the table and emptying the clothes on the
table.
I walked to the television and ripped the cord of the game station out of
the wall.
“Technology is a privilege,” I said, gripping the iPad from Eve’s hands,
dropping that into the basket as well.
“You broke the screen!” she yelled at me.
“Trust me sweetheart, you aren’t seeing any of these things again.” I
walked up to my son. Tyson had my attitude but Abby’s ability to be
deceiving. “Now you, my son, are going to hand over everything you have
hidden through this house.”
He scoffed. “Why would I do that?” then crossed his arms. “So you can
take them away? I’m not stupid.”
I laughed, “You want to test me, boy?” He’s my son, so naturally he just
stared me straight down, and shrugged his shoulders.
I put the basket down. Noticing how Abby was a second away from
stepping in. I raised a hand to her. “Don’t get involved. You are in as much
trouble as them.”
With that said, I walked to the glass back door, sliding it open and
heading for the power box. No power meant no television, no games and no
charging anything. I flicked the main switch and could hear everything in the
house winding down as I stepped back inside.
 “What did you do!” Tyson yelled.
“Turned off the main power.” I said calmly while sliding the glass door
shut. “And it’s staying off, until I say otherwise.”
“But we need lights!”
“The lights are on a different breaker. But if you push me,” I looked
across at all three of my out-of-control teenagers. “I’ll turn that off too, and
you can all have a flashlight each.” I closed the door. I could basically hear
their inner horror at the mere thought of no power.
“Now, new rules. One. Dinners, you are to eat what is made. No requests.
If you turn it down, fine. You go without.”
The girls gasped but Tyson, he just glared at me.
I looked straight at him. “As for you, my son, we are going to the
hardware store. And buying white paint. You are going to paint every wall in
your bedroom that you have destroyed with those black markers, like a
toddler, that your mom told you not to use on the walls.”
He scoffed. “White doesn’t cover black, Dad.”
I chuckled. “I didn’t say one coat would do it Tyson.” I walked towards
him. “I’ll buy twenty gallons if I have to. And you don’t stop painting those
walls until every inch is white again.”
There was no doubting Tyson was my son. So right now, as he was
giving me one of my own classic expressions, I just waited for the line to
come from his mouth.
“You’ll piss off back to the club before the end of the day and this will all
be over.” He said stubbornly and crossed his arms, looking at me smugly.
“We all know the club comes first.”
“Believe it or not, Tyson, but I’m your father first. So no, I ain’t
disappearing to the club. In fact. I’m taking the whole school holidays off.”
His face scrunched up with aggression. Just like me, the kid doesn’t know
how to handle emotions. Goes from calm to furious within seconds.
“I hate you,” he hissed at me.
“Son, you aren’t the only one. But unlike every other person who says
that to me, you don’t get the privilege of not seeing me again. Now go put
your shoes on, grab a hoodie because we are heading to the hardware store to
get that white paint.”
His fists clenched at his side, he looked at me for a few moments longer
—baiting me, as if to see if I was serious.
“You can walk around the whole store in bare feet if you want. Doesn’t
bother me.” I added.
Tyson scoffed and stomped off.
I turned to Abby. “The girls are coming with me, and you.” I stared
directly into my wife’s eyes. “Are going into that studio and creating your
final piece. I’ll make damn sure you aren’t disturbed.”
Abby opened her mouth.
“You aren’t giving up. Hear me Abby. You have spent the last five years
working on this. And the final piece isn’t going to be where you call it quits. I
haven’t supported you enough through this degree. That stops now. I know
it’s late. But it will be over my grave before you call it quits.”
I then turned to Kim. “Rent the penthouse of Eastern Villager if you want.
You don’t have to deal with the kids throwing tantrums with everything you
are going through. So run up the bill, do what you want, spa dates, whatever.
Its on me.”
Kim looked at me for a few moments before crossing her arms. “No, I
think I’d rather stay here and watch little reaper take on big reaper and double
trouble give you migraines.” She popped a sucker in her mouth. “I don’t
think anything else would be more entertaining than that.”
I shook my head, “Fine, but I ain’t turning the power on for you. So that
is your choice.”
“I’ve got a phone with an internet connection. I’ll hotspot or whatever.
I’ll be fine.” She smirked at me. She then turned to her sister. “This is going
to be more fun than any drama we have ever watched.”
I pointed a finger at Abby. “She won’t be watching, she will be in her
studio. Escaping from this chaos of a family with her art.” I then looked at
my wife. “Why are you still here? Go.”
“But what about dinner?”
“The kids are having soup. With a piece of buttered bread.” Just as the
words left my lips, Abby’s mini shadows gasped. “And one word out of
them, I’ll take the bread away.” I added, without turning to look at Eve or
Hannah.
Abby’s eyes were wide. As if I couldn’t be serious.
“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?

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.”
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?”
I watched 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.
I had to admit; I wasn’t around much lately. Setting charters up was a
fucking nightmare, but in order for the club to grow — it had to be done.
Territory was my target to expand the Satan Sons empire. I had set up
charters in towns that had no biker activity before us and now we were
booming. We were the venom of society, slowly killing them and creeping
through the organs of the towns.
Wasn’t easy- and it had cost me a shitload of time with my family.
But that was changing now. I had planned on Tyson repainting his room
by himself, but my dad instinct which was still weird to admit to myself that I
had one. Told me my son had shit he had to get off his chest.
 6

REAPER

Abby was in her studio when we got back. I had turned the power back on
before I left the house. We actually heard the rumblings of her music when
we pulled into the driveway. The kids knew better than to go near her
currently because I told them in the car. If one of them goes near her in the
next forty-eight hours, they’d lose their hour of phone privilege and I’d cut
the power again.
Tyson, being sixteen, meant he knew everything and anything to do with
life. So when he gave me the look that he’d take off. I reminded him what
happened last time he ran away. He’s a good kid, just a bit lost, and I knew
that had a lot to do with me, and my absence from his life lately. I missed his
fourteenth birthday, as I was behind bars; and this past year I’d spent more
time growing the club than being around for my family.
I had left the girls in charge of boiling the soup for dinner and went
upstairs to see how Tyson was going painting his bedroom. I knocked on his
door, got no reply, and I wasn’t even mildly surprised when I pushed the door
open to see him laying on his bed. The paint tub untouched next to the packet
of rollers and brushes on the ground.
I had to admit when it came to Tyson and I, he was doing a lot less than I
had when I was his age. But that wasn’t due to me. That was because of
Abby.
He didn’t look up, just continued to glare up at the ceiling.
Abby thought her parenting was failing him. But it wasn’t that, and I
knew it. His behaviour was linked directly to me, and my lack of letting him
into the club life. Sure, he came to the parties, the family ones. Member
celebrations, and prison freedom parties.
But at an actual club party, my son had never attended. He was sixteen. I
knew Jax had let Jack, Tyson’s cousin, prospect at sixteen. I, however, wasn’t
letting that happen.
I looked around Tyson’s room. Apart from the destroyed walls with black
markings. It was empty. No dirty clothes on the ground, no belongings
anywhere. Fuck, was my son even living here?
I closed the door, trying to get his attention.
“See, the painting is going well,” I crossed my arms, looking directly at
him.
He pushed himself up the bed, throwing his legs over the side, glaring at
me.
“Can I ask you something?” Tyson asked me. With a glint of aggression
in his eyes.
I nodded my head.
“Why are you picking now, to come back as a father? Seriously Reaper,
why now? You haven’t been around for years, apart from a pop in dinner.
Now here you are acting like you give a shit.”
Tyson grabbed a packet of smokes from his bedside table.
“I’ve been sitting here, thinking to myself. Why would the Reaper of the
underworld, suddenly give a fuck about his family?” Tyson lit up a cigarette
and shot me a look. “The only conclusion I could come to, is you’re worried
mom’s gonna leave ya. Makes sense.” He shrugged. “Mom’s got a lot of
admirers.”
Keep a fucking lid on ya temper Wilson. I said to myself.
He inhaled on his cigarette, his eyes locked with mine. “After all that
doctor really has a thing for her. Sort of got more intense when she hurt her
ribs, a few months back. . .”
He was baiting me. I knew what he was doing, cause I’d done it so many
fucking times. Pushing someone until they snapped, then he would have an
excuse to leave. Cause I fucking would say, anyone else said those words to
me—they’d be getting their face reshaped.
I stepped forward, grabbing his cigarette packet and my lighter from
inside my cut. No surprise that the cigarettes he had, he’d stolen from me.
I sat on the bed beside him, lighting up. “I get it.” I said three words that
perhaps he wasn’t expecting. “I get your pissed with me. Makes sense.
You’re my son, you want to be in the club life.” I stared across the room at
the wall. “Deuce is two years older than you, already wearing a Vice patch.
You’re taking heat from other members’ sons, who are prospecting. You feel
like you’ve got something to prove.”
I inhaled on my cigarette. “But you see, son,” and I turned to look at him.
“You ain’t a patched member’s son. You are my son. And my son, won’t be
fucking prospecting.”
His eyes narrowed at me.
“You’ll be going straight to the table, with a full patch on your back.
Cause in this life, you won’t get two years to choose if you want it. And you
won’t be learning or doing shit for any other patched member.”
Tyson looked at me with no expression. He truly was my carbon copy.
I blew out a mouth full of smoke. I looked directly at him. “You’ll be
learning the lifestyle straight from me. You won’t be shadowing, or doing
jack shit for any other member of the club. With a full patch, no prospect
years. Respect will be harder to earn. You’re already the son of Reaper.
Expectations are high to begin with. But I’m telling you Tyson, every one of
my fucks up, you won’t be repeating.”
I noticed the cigarette burning down between his fingers.
“A prospect is expected to pour beers, clean bikes, and dig holes.” That
was the reality. “Within the two years, they either get themselves killed, the
club breaks them or they kill themselves cause they never could handle the
club life.” I butted the cigarette out. “You don’t get the pass of just being a
member or of just getting by. You will be learning every aspect of this
lifestyle. Anyone can do a crime, but it takes fucking brains, to get away with
it. Risk, reward, each is weighed.”
I got up from the bed. “You want this lifestyle, then be prepared you
don’t get the easy route. It’s a dark road. You asked me why am I bothering
with my family?” I titled my head. “You, your sisters, and your mom. Are the
only reasons I haven’t been reaped by the ghosts that haunt me. My family is
my light. My family is the reason I do one year, instead of twenty five.
Because I calculate every risk.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “You’ll wear
the patch, son, but I want to make fucking sure, that there is never a chance
that the patch wears you — and,” I stepped back. “You ever call Reaper
again, you’ll feel the back of my hand. Hear me? I’m dad and I always will
be. Now start to prove to me, you are ready to handle a patch.” I looked
around his room. “Painting your room is a good start. After all, you’ll need
somewhere to hang those upside cuts from clubs you help me patch over.”

Abby’s studio door was still shut. I recalled how long ago, she would go on
long day binges creating. I hoped she was currently in there recreating the
work. More importantly, I hoped she was finding her love for art again.
As I walked down the hall. I noticed that most of the pictures had been
ruined by a black marker. My lips formed a tight line. How much crap had
Abby been putting up with from Tyson?
I walked into the kitchen and spotted Kim sitting in the lounge gripping a
glass of wine.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. I walked into the lounge and took
a seat across from her.
“So, are you going to yell at me now or later?” I asked, while I ran a hand
over my head.
She finished her wine. “You and I both know, you fucked up.” She placed
her now empty glass down. “But we both know you can come back from it.
You always seem to redeem yourself in my sister’s eyes.”
“My kids are brats.” I took a long gulp of my beer.
“You mean Tyson, he’s a mini you and the girls are just like Abby.” She
gave me a small smile.
I nodded my head and gulped down the rest of the beer. Fucking hell. I
felt like I needed straight shots after dealing with my kids for half a day.
“Reaper, is it true Callan was here?”
I looked up at her. Why would she ask me that? “It was just club
business.”
She stood up. “I am going to give you some advice. If you don’t want to
be divorced and those kids taken from you. You’ll end any business you have
with him.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Callan touched Abby.” She spoke those damning words clearly. “There
is a reason he is missing a hand. Dad chopped it off for touching her. She was
the same age as Hannah and Eve.” Kim gave me one long casting look. “Now
I’m going to bed. I think you have a phone call and business connection to
end.”
 She walked from the room and Abby’s reaction to Callan being in the
house now made complete sense. The way Abby got so protective of the
girls. Abby hadn’t been upset that I had kicked her out of the office because
of club business. It was all to do with Callan. Fuck, that bastard had a death
wish entering my house. He had known Abby was my wife and we had. . .
two daughters.
Fuck it.
I couldn’t let a moment pass. I had promised myself to let Abby create,
but her and I needed to have a conversation. Now.
Every step I took in the direction of Abby’s studio. I tried my best to
come up with an apology, or at least, how I was going to bring it up with her.
I knocked on the door. Heard nothing. So I opened it. The door wasn’t
locked, but we had a rule in the house that no door would ever be locked and
if it was, I’d just kick it down. So my family knows better.
I opened the door and Abby was sitting in the armchair. The ruined
canvas was on one side. A blank canvas opposite it.
So she hadn’t been in here creating. Her eyes were locked on a picture on
the wall. Abby had one wall in her studio. It was completely covered with
photos. From when we first met, it was basically every memory, even the bad
ones, displayed. Hell, even some headlines from the news outlets had been
cut out and stuck on it.
I noticed the bottle of vodka beside her. But the seal hadn’t been cracked.
“Abby,”
“I understand.”
I frowned. What? “I haven’t said anything.”
“You have to go back to the club. Something happened.”
I gritted my teeth. “Abby, I’m here to apologize.” I pulled up a chair next
to her. “I didn’t know about Callan and I never gave you a chance to
explain.”
She didn’t even look at me. Her eyes were glued on the wall. Fuck if I
knew which picture had her attention.
More silence followed.
“Are you not going to speak to me?” I finally asked. Annoyed. Frustrated.
I wanted to have a conversation. Work things out. To end this coldness that
had grown in my marriage.
“Everything is always on your terms Kade. You pick when you want to
be part of the family. You pick when we talk.” She looked at me this time.
“Reaper says and we all do.” She stood up. “I’m going to sleep with
Hannah.”
“No you ain’t.” I stood up, standing directly in her path. “I’ll handle
Hannah. You don’t want me to stay in our bedroom. That’s fine. I’ll sleep in
the guest bedroom.”
She just stared at me. “Well, good luck trying to get Hannah to sleep.”
With that said. She left.

I knocked twice on Hannah’s door. Waited a few minutes and then walked in.
She was sitting on the bed. A old black and white classic movie playing on
the television.
“You’re meant to be asleep, Hannah.”
She threw me a dirty look. “I’m fourteen, dad, not four.”
I crossed my arms. I could handle this two ways, demand for her to go to
bed or I could. . . be a dad and not a president.
Hannah had a massive journal on her lap, and I glanced at it. “Are you
writing?”
She flipped it over. “No.”
Do I press her? “You used to write letters to me. You’re a talented
writer.”
“They were prison letters, dad.”
“Yeah. But yours were different. Eve sent me lists of things she wanted
approved for your mother to buy and Tyson didn’t write to me once.” I laid
back against her headboards. I couldn’t stop the prideful grin capturing my
face. “My daughter the writer.”
“It’s a few chapters, it’s nothing.” She rolled her eyes, a blush covering
her cheeks.
“Or it could be your career.”
“I doubt that.” She twisted on the bed. “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Being home? Is there something wrong with the club?”
No. Something was wrong with my family. They had learned to live
without me in it. I saw it across Hannah’s face. She really didn’t understand
why I was home. Fucking hell Wilson. You’ve really fucked up.
 “You, your sister, brother and your mom are everything to me.” My voice
cracked. Fuck. Man up. I wasn’t about to let my daughter see me being a
pussy.
“The club is everything to you, dad, and that’s okay. We understand.”
She placed her small hand on my knee. “We still love you and Tyson. He
might be angry. But we understand.”
I felt a flood of emotions, from rage to pure depression. My eyes went to
the black and white classic film. I felt like I was out-dated, just like this film.
My family didn’t need me.
“Do you know why I call you and Eve, my millionaire babies?” I asked
her. “When I got the call from the hospital, telling me your mom went into
early labor. I panicked. I was a town over and I rode, like a fucking madman
to get to the hospital.” I sighed. “Blue and red lights followed me the whole
way. I wasn’t pulling over. When I got to the hospital. I saw the cops were
local, not high way parole. So I paid them whatever they wanted.”
She smiled. “You paid a million dollars to them! Just to be with mom?”
“A million each. Made sense, seeing as I was about to have two
daughters.” I pushed myself up from the bed. “Best business deal I ever did.”
I shrugged off my hoodie and kicked my boots off.
“Um Dad, what are you doing?”
“Sleeping here for the night. Your mom kicked me out of our bed.”
Hannah crossed her arms, looking at me stubbornly with a broad-line
angry expression. “You are only sleeping with me because mom told you.”
I pulled the blankets back and climbed into her double bed. She was
outraged. “Well, I’m sleeping downstairs then.”
I grinned. Which caused her to huff.
“I’m not joking.” She snapped at me. “I will.”
“I know you will. You have your mother’s blood. And this,” I gestured at
her hormonal angry face. “is not my DNA. Now if you were threatening me,
or screaming. Then I’d have to take full blame for it.”
She was still glaring at me, with this threatening look as if she could. . .
take me.
“Come on, let your old man crash with you for one night?”
Her eyes dropped to her large journal. “Tyson will tease me.”
“Last time I checked, I’m the loser that got kicked out of his own bed.”
Hannah held my eyes for a moment longer before putting her journal on
the bedside table, and then she climbed between the sheets. I laid my arm out,
and she hugged me.
“I’ve missed you dad.” She mumbled into my chest.
I kissed the top of her head. My priorities needed an overhaul, and I
couldn’t afford to ever lose sight of them again.

Hannah was in a deep sleep when I slipped out of the bed. Making sure not to
wake her up. I walked up the last flight of stairs to Abby’s and my floor. Not
surprised to see her awake and sitting on her side of the bed.
It was after three in the morning and I knew my wife. Or at least I did.
“Abby,”
Her eyes flashed up. For the past six hours I laid there, with a strong need
to tell her something.
“I have a question I need to ask you. But first I need to bring up the past.”
She let go of her knees.
“After Matthew’s death. I never cheated on you. I actually passed out on
drugs. Kaylee made it up. I found out a while ago. But I didn’t…”
“I know Kade.” She cut me off. “My dad came clean. They used to drug
you, to control your rage.” She sighed and shook her head. “I was furious
when he told me. That he’d openly drug you. Kaylee also confessed to me. I
didn’t bring it up.”
Now that is surprising. I thought she would come straight to me, if she
knew.
“Why?” I asked. Abby’s and my relationship was always tarnished, but
the fact I cheated on her, it always played on my heart.
“Because it’s all history. Not our future.” She stared at me. “I love you.
When I married you, I said for better or worse till death do us part.”
I walked into the room, “That sort of brings me to my question.”
“Okay?”
I wasn’t a romantic man. I was the first to admit it. But Abby brought out
a side to me. That even I didn’t realize was inside me.
I walked to the side of the bed. “Marry me.”
She smirked. “We’re already married.”
“True, but I never saw you in white.”
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. It took a few minutes until she
realized I was serious.
“You actually want to renew our vows?”
I dropped to one knee, and took her hand. “I want to see you in white, not
a club wedding. A real wedding.”
“I think if we stepped in a church we’d burn.” She said, giving me a
serious expression, as if that was possible.
“Baby,” I cupped her face. “I’d burn with you. So Abby, will you marry
me?”
I saw the doubt on her face. As if she thought I was doing this to fix the
fact I had royally fucked up and been absent from our family.
I dipped my head closer to hers, “Give me a white wedding Abby, marry
me again.”
She let out a barely audible sigh. “You’re insane.”
“Insanely in love with you.” My lips twitched up. “Give me the white
wedding in a church baby.”
Her hand fell to my cheek. “Well, if I burst into flames when I step in that
church, you’ll have yourself to blame.”
“Oh darlin’, you should know by now. I’d protect you from anyone and
everything. Including the devil taking you from me.”
I kissed her for the first time when she was sixteen, and she hadn’t just
kissed me back. She marked my soul and I claimed her as mine. And as I
kissed her now. I was thankful for every fight, every terrible thing that had
happened and also the miracles that got us here.
I used to believe I claimed Abby. Truth was, Abby claimed me.
 7

Abby

When I was fitted for my wedding dress. I thought I’d hate what I saw when I
turned to look in the mirror. I just wasn’t the girl who pictured a white
wedding. Which is why I married Kade in a black short dress and did
everything opposite to what was expected.
Yet, instead I was flooded with butterflies. This moment was ours. We
needed this to breathe life back into us. Because somewhere along the way
we lost sight of us, but this was our path back.
Now as I stood at the entrance of the church. Kade wasn’t joking about
the white wedding. We were having the full traditional wedding.
“You ready little one?” Dad questioned, as I stood beside him. I was
nervous to step in the church. Even though I knew I was running late.
I slowly nodded my head. Things weren’t perfect between him and I, but
this moment wasn’t about the past. It was about the future. This was our
defining moment.
Linking my arm with my Dad.
I heard the wedding march. When the doors opened. The church was
packed. Not one club member was wearing a cut either. Then I looked up the
aisle and there he was.
No club cut. Just a black suit, and black dress shirt. His neck tattoos are
peaking through. Each step I took towards him. I felt as if a reel of our love
story played in my mind.
Our first kiss at the lookout.
My drawing which he got tattooed on his arm.
 The fights, the feeling of hollowness when I was away from him.
The look on his face when he held Tyson for the first time.
I stepped to the altar. Unlinking my arm from Dad. Kade’s large grin as
he looked at me. As if I was his world.
This time I was marrying Kade not Reaper.
He was my true north. Every time I got misguided, he’d pull me back.
He’d saved me repeatedly.
I linked my hand with his. A priest standing in front of us, opening the
ceremony. I felt nervous the whole time. Then when the vows came. I
suddenly felt panic. Until I turned to face Kade. He looked directly into my
eyes steady, calm and that settled me completely. As if it was just him and
me. I forgot about the packed church and even the fact our kids were in the
front row.
I managed to get the scripted renewing vows out. I was thankful we
weren’t writing our recommitment vows.
“Abby, you’re my angel.” Kade started, and I was shocked. We weren’t
writing our own vows! “My soul. I promise until the day I die, to protect you
from every devil. Good, bad, ugly, my love for you will never change. You
claimed my heart and soul,” he placed the ring on the tip of my finger “and
this ring is to basically tell every other fucker to stay away from you.”
A burst of laughter came from the church. My eyes were too glued on
Kade.
“You’re mine forever baby.” He added, and took a step closer to me. “In
this life and the next.”
He slipped the ring on my finger and it was never to come off.
So in a church packed with sinners with saint's heats and wearing a very
expensive white dress.
I kissed him. Knowing I would fall asleep every night in his arms with
peace of mind and safety. Knowing that his love for me was unconditional.
Knowing he’ll never leave me. But more importantly, knowing we’d never
give up on each other, we would never stop loving each other.
 EPILOGUE

Two Years Later

Abby

I expected a club problem to occur, and for Kade to get distracted. I was
wrong. Weeks passed, then nearly two months. We worked on our
relationship. Hannah started sleeping through the nights. Eve could sit for
hours. Then years passed.
But it was Tyson’s improved, I noticed the most. It all started with a
motorcycle. Kade taught him to build one from the ground up and call it
stupid, but it felt like he was teaching Tyson, more than just how to build a
bike. Especially now that he was eighteen and wore a club cut.
I finished my degree. I still don’t know how Kade got me to do it. I was
so set on giving up and walking away. Yet I did it.
The girls were growing up so fast. I looked across at them, as they
planned their sixteen birthday. Just as the front door opened.
“Hey Brad,” I said warmly.
“Hey, Abby,” He replied, closing the door. Hannah was out of her chair
quicker than anyone else.
“Mom, Brad and I are watching the Halloween special tonight in the
living room, is that okay?” She had mentioned it earlier.
Brad and her got on well. He was the only member of the club she would
talk to.
“Sure.”
Eve pushed the chair back and each day that passed. She actually
reminded me of myself. A strong independent woman, but with a cold side.
 “I’m heading out,” She threw me us a wave and left. She was getting
more distant as the years went on.
“Tyson and Reaper are in the garage, Brad, if you want to see them.” I
added before I turned and walked to my studio.
Every moment it would hit me. I got the perfect husband and family and
it was all due to the fact I got on the back of a bikers bike, at sixteen and
trusted my heart that Kade was the man for me.
He claimed me, rivaled all others for me and in the end it was redemption
of our mistakes that made us stronger and no bad day or bad moment would
break us. Because we would overcome any problem. Our past proved that.
Right now as I sat on my stool in front of a drawing I was working on that
I was about to paint. I had everything I ever wanted. My family. My art. A
husband that would face every battle be side me.
My darkest thought. He knew it.
My darkest desire. He shared it.
Together we were a nightmare in a painting. That to the common eye you
couldn’t see the beauty in. But if you looked closer, you would see the love
that was shared between us and that love, bound us together we were a
beautiful disaster.
As powerful as a hurricane, as passionate as a flaring fire, as emotional as
a world spinning tornado and as fluent as a flood. Together we completed
each other.
Kade and I were forever.

THE END

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