Page 121 of Reaper's Claim

“Why are you girls making breakfast?” He gave us a stern look.

Usually, we would only help out around the club when we wanted something or we had done something wrong.

“I’m eating, not making.” I put the rest of the pancake in my mouth.

“And I just felt like doing something nice.” Kim gave Dad the biggest fake grin I had ever seen. “Just like you, Dad, you do nice things all the time for other people, don’t you?”

Yep, she wanted something.

“The answer is no,” he snapped immediately, but he was more than happy to start picking at the food Kim had made.

That bacon did smell good.

“You can’t say no before I ask,” she threw back. “Anyway, it’s not even a major thing.”

I stayed silent. Sometimes I just felt sorry for Dad; we knew how to play him so well.

“Fine, what is it?” He gave in, pulling out a kitchen chair and sitting in front of the bacon and eggs. I handed him a plate.

“My car is acting up again,” she started, “Well, actually, it left me broken down in town.”

I knew where this was going. I scoffed and crossed my arms. She gave me a sharp look, but she didn’t have to worry about me ruining this for her, she can do that all on her own.

“So I may have borrowed another car to get home.”

Dad’s eyes snapped up and locked onto her. “You did what?”

“It was a bucket of shit.” Kim’s voice went higher, defending her actions. “But now I don’t know what to do with it.”

“It’s that blue thing in the driveway, isn’t it.” Dad connected the dots, then pointed a piece of bacon at Kim. “You said you were done with lifting cars, Kim.”

“It was a one-off.”

“I can’t have hot cars parked in my fucking garage!”

“That’s why I’m telling you, so you can get rid of it.”

They started to enter into a longer argument about the car, which I tuned out. My cast was giving me hell today, and I knew it was because I hadn’t covered it up last night in the shower. Thank the lord it was coming off today, though.

A pair of fingers snapped in my face, and I was brought back to the moment.

“What?” I snapped at Kim.

She gestured her head to Dad.

“You not all here this morning, Abby?” Dad frowned. “The arm giving you trouble?”

I shook my head, “No, I was just thinking about how it was coming off today.”

“Is that today?” Kim was actually surprised.

“Yep. So no more plastic or plaster jokes from you.” I smirked at her and began to back out of the kitchen.

“Oi, kiddo.” Dad stopped me. “I need to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“You see Reaper last night?”