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Well, this was going to be interesting.

Chapter 37

Abby

Just keep cool Abby, don’t freak out. I tumbled through the cupboard, pulling out a stack of sheets. I could feel her eyes on me. Why had she wanted to come with me? Why wouldn’t she just stay with her brothers?

“Need a hand?” Amber’s cool voice spoke behind me.

I turned around, shaking my head. “No, it’s fine.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she began to rip the old sheets off.

“So what happened to your wrist?” She scrunched her nose up, looking at the pillows, and then dropped them on the ground. “Sports injury or what?”

At least something good was coming out of having a broken wrist. Suppose it was a great conversation starter.

“No actually, an outta town member was staying here and yeah, he broke it.”

“On purpose?” Her eyebrows arched.

“Yep.”

“Did you break his neck?” By her tone, I could tell she wasn’t joking.

“Um, no.”

“Well did you at least land a good punch?”

“No.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “Well, I’m sure Reaper didn’t let him get away unharmed.”

My blood was flooded with cold ice. “Why would you say that?” I stopped what I was doing and looked her directly in the eye. “Do you know Reaper?”

Her face was expressionless until a smirk graced her lips and turned into a knowing smile.

“Does Roach know you two are together?”

I scoffed loudly. “Sure, because that would make Dad’s day.” I threw the top sheet across the bed, and it floated down. “Doesn’t matter anyway, we aren’t together.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.” Her tone was free from judgment. Was it possible that I saw Amber’s softer side?

“I’m not lying.”

“Fine, let me rephrase that. I don’t like being lied to.” Her voice hardened, and her haunting eyes locked with mine. “So how about you try that again, though this time look me in the eye.”

How did she make a simple thing like eye contract terrifying?

“We aren’t a couple. He told me he loved me, and we kind of have this,” I frowned, feeling my anguish towards him rise. “Well, I don’t know what it is. A pull to each other, I guess.”

She sighed while slipping her arms out of her leather jacket and placing it on the freshly made bed.

“You know when I first met Jackson, I didn’t even know who he truly was.” Her eyes danced with the memory, and I nervously sat next to her on the bed.

“How could that be? You both belong to the same club.”

“I wasn’t brought up in the club.”