Page 102 of Reaper's Claim

I glanced over at Amber, who was whispering in Jax’s ear. Jax might be sitting around a table full of blokes, but all his attention was on Amber as she spoke to him.

If that was love, then fuck knows what Reaper and I have.

“You staying for the fireworks?”

My eyes bounced up and locked with Brad’s. He was only wearing his leather vest, displaying his tattoos and scars. It seemed to be the outfit of choice tonight, with most of the other guys also shredding their top layers off. Guess it was a hot night.

“Don’t know.” I began to put the clean glasses away. “Don’t see why Dad is making a big deal out of the Shields being here anyway.”

“Isn’t just the Shields, the North Landers and Westies are here, too.” He pulled up a stool and sat down. “Wanna get it off your chest, darlin’?”

My head snapped to look at him. “Just because some girls are using the heat as an excuse to strip doesn’t mean I am.” Did he not know me better than that?

He smirked. “Was talking about whatever was on your mind.”

Oh. Well, that’s awkward.

“Got nothing to say.”

“Amber being here doesn’t change anything between you and your old man, right?”

I frowned. “Of course I know that.”

“Then why is your sister getting high out the back and you’re here scrubbing glasses that usually just get thrown out anyway?”

“Why would there be a correlation at all between them?”

We were our own people, or did people just forget that ALL THE TIME! We are twins for fuck’s sake, not the same person!

He shrugged his shoulders. “Just thought you two were taking it hard finding out about Amber being your half sister.”

I blinked. I blinked again, then my fingers curled into fists.

“My what?!” I hissed across the bar at him.

He gulped. “Fuck, you didn’t know.”

“Clearly.” I snapped, storming off around the bar and heading for my dad's bedroom.

I could bet he was in there smoking a joint and getting laid. He only ever cared about himself. Everything was making sense now. Why he was so mad when we were here. Why he didn’t want us to meet her.

I didn’t knock on his bedroom door, I just twisted the doorknob and walked in.

The whore squealed and tumbled off the bed while Dad cursed.

“ABBY!” he roared when he realized who it was.

“You’re a LIAR!” I screamed in his face, not even caring that he only had a sheet wrapped around him. “WERE you EVER going to tell me that I had half sister? Hell, what about the boys, how many children have you fathered?!”

“YOU’RE OUT OF LINE, GIRL!”

“DID MOM KNOW THAT YOU WERE SLEEPING AROUND BEHIND HER BACK?!”

“BACK DOWN ABBY, YOU’RE TALKING SHIT ABOUT SHIT YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT!”

Angry tears were spilling down my cheeks, which I was wiping away just as they dropped.

“HOW COULD YOU LIE TO US ABOUT THIS?”