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When Abby threw her hands around his neck, I took a big gulp of the drink Drake had handed me. Looked like Abby wasn’t just a guest but Drake’s friend.

I didn’t know how that made me feel. Pretty pissed off, I suppose.

She laughed as Drake twirled her around and then tightly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. I knew where this was going, and fuck if I was staying to watch. I wished this night was over already. I picked up my bag from the hallway and headed upstairs. I needed to find a room to drink the night away.

Chapter 16

Reaper

I had my morning scotch, trying to shake the pain of a hangover, when Drake dragged his topless arse into the lounge.

“Pour me one, will you?” Drake dropped down on the couch. “Good night.” He yawned, then took the drink from me. “Nothing like a morning scotch to help a hangover.”

“True.”

We both raised a glass.

“So you bang that bird last night?” I swallowed the remaining dregs of my glass. I glared down at the carpet, remembering Abby draped all over him.

“Which one?”

“The brunette? You know, skinny, curves?” I looked at him.

“Oh,” Drake’s lips twitched into a smile. “You mean Abby.”

He knew her name, more than he would normally know about a girl. Fuck, did he like her? My luck can’t be that bad. The bloody woman was ruining my life.

“DRAKE?”

A voice I knew all too well called out. Looked like all my questions were answered.

Drake and I looked across the room, and there she stood, the devil with all her temptation. She was wearing a man’s tee shirt. It wasn’t mine though; why the fuck did that bother me?

Her legs looked never-ending, and the way her hair was frizzed, looking all sex-kitten like… damn, the woman was dripping in appeal.

Drake had noticed, and he was licking his bottom lip. “What’s up, babe? You’re awake early. Didn’t see that happening till late afternoon.”

I needed something stronger than this. I scoffed to myself, looking down at my glass.

“You… what… what are you doing here?”

My eyes shot up, and I saw Abby staring blankly at me. She was talking tome.

She tilted her head to the side. “Did Dad send you here?”

“I’m clearly missing something.” Drake piped up, pushing himself back into the couch. “Come on, share.”

“Reaper knows my dad.”

“Your dad?” Drake frowned and looked at me. “Why the hell are you hanging out with her old man?”

“Her old man is Roach.” I scoffed. “She didn’t share that part, brother?”

“Never came up.” Drake looked annoyed and then looked at Abby. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

When she didn’t answer, I turned to look at her. She froze, not moving an inch, just blinking. Slowly, she raised a finger and pointed it at me. “What… what… what did you just say?”

“Her old man is Roach?” I repeated for her.