After the events of the second book, Reaper sets out to find Abby and will stop at nothing to get her back, no matter how much blood is spilled along the way. He wants revenge, and what Reaper wants, Reaper gets.

Abby:
What the hell. Where am I? Where's my baby? I remember glass smashing and men in masks grabbing me, pulling me away from my crying son and sister. God, I need Reaper. What if I never see him again, touch him again? I can't even think like that. Reaper needs to get his shit together and come find me. I don't know how much longer I can last without him.

Reaper:
I hadn't slept in days. But that was nothing to the pain I felt every day knowing Abby was out there, alone, kidnapped. A disgusting feeling washed through me, just at the thought of what they could be doing to her, how they would be treating her. She had to know I'd come for her. She had to know that every bone, blood vessel and beat of my heart would drive me to find her. Our son needs her. Hell, I need her. It's time for me to do the only thing I'm good at. Being the Reaper.