Page 17 of Reaper's Claim

“I haven’t seen her since she left.”

“Left?” I got up from my seat. “LEFT WHEN?”

Kim looked at me with a pointless expression. If she weren’t my daughter, I would backhand her right now.

“Since she left the other night. You were there, Dad.”

“You’re telling me Abby hasn’t been home for two fucking days?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t know that.” Kim dropped her head to the side, frowning. “Well, looks like she is invisible to you, too.”

I already had my phone out, dialing her number, and when she didn’t pick up on the third ring, I got concerned.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me she hadn’t come home?”

Images of her being raped and left for dead in a ditch somewhere flashed through my mind. Rage boiled within me and spilled out across my face. Why the hell hadn’t I checked on her earlier?

Two whole bloody nights she hadn’t been here.

It wasn’t like my Abby to disappear.

“Dad, you really need to calm down. She will be at Kayla’s. Look, I’ll call Kayla.” Kim dialed a number on her phone, finally acting like a caring bloody sister.

“Hi Kayla, it’s Kim. No, I’m not drunk dialing. Look, bitch, drop the attitude. I just want to know if you’ve seen Abby?” Kim went silent, listening for a moment, and then swiftly hung up.

“Well?” I demanded.

Kim chewed her lip and got up with caution. “Um well, Kayla said she hasn’t seen or heard from her since Monday.”

“TRIGGER!” I roared. “Keys. I needed fucking keys.”

“What’s up, Prez?” Trigger held a cue stick, a club whore under his arm.

“Abby is missing.”

“I’ll get the boys.” Instantly, Trigger snapped into the mode I needed him in.

“Has she got any other friends she would stay with?” Reaper questioned Kim.

“No,” Kim answered as she pulled on a jacket. “I’m coming, Dad.”

“What the fuck for? It’s no secret ya hate her, Kim. Stay here.”

“I’ll get my guys up, Roach. The more eyes out looking for her, the easier it will be.” Reaper had his phone, and I nodded my head in thanks.

I prayed to whoever the fuck was in the sky to let my little girl be ok. Trigger barked out orders to the brothers as I straddled my bike.

Where the hell would Abby go, if she didn’t want to be found?

Chapter 4

Abby

I got out of my car, and I noticed my dad looking furious—more so than normal—mounting his motorbike.

I feel sorry for the poor bastard that pissed him off.

I was striding to the clubhouse when Kim yelled across the lot, pointing at me. “SHE’S THERE!”