REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. Rebecca Joyce (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

I couldn’t stop myself as I pumped furiously cumming inside her at the same time.

Never in my life had I ever come so fast as I gasped for air, my dick stick pulsing inside her as my cum coated her walls and dripped down her leg. I wanted her again, to devour her, but now was not the time. Today wasn’t about me. I wanted Remi to experience what I did on my bike. I wanted her to enjoy the freedom of it all—the wild abandonment of worries that marred her lately. Today was for her.

Carefully slipping out of her, I pulled up my pants and righted myself as she did the same. I loved seeing the dreamy ecstasy on her face after a good fuck, though I still wished It lasted a bit longer.

With a satisfied grin, she said, “What do you want to show me now?”

Laughing, I hugged her to me as we left the bathroom to find the others.

Over the next hour or so, I walked Remi around the area, showing her all the beautiful sites the area had to offer. Though it wasn’t the best of days for a hike, she enjoyed herself, and soon we were all heading back to the compound.

The sun had already set as we pulled onto the long dirt road that led to home, only to see off in the distance strobing lights and sirens. Revving my engine, I pushed my bike faster, eager to get home and find out what the hell was going on.

I pulled into the compound to find it surrounded by local, state, and federal agents, walking around as if they owned the place. Quickly shutting off my bike, I hopped off and ordered Grimm to not leave Remi’s side for anything. The tall mute man nodded, picked Remi up, and placed her on the back of his bike, waiting for a sign to get the hell out of dodge fast. I had to give it to Grimm, though the man didn’t speak worth shit; he sure knew how to take charge.

“Reaper!” the local sheriff Brian said, coming towards him. “I tried calling you.”

“I took Remi for a ride.”

“I figured, anyway, they have a warrant. They’ve been searching the clubhouse for over two hours now.”

“What are they looking for?”

“According to one of the FBI creeps, they got a tip that you are harboring women and are working for a known sex trafficker.”

“What the fuck,” I growled. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“I know, but man, they found your stash of guns. They’ve called in the ATF.”

“We have permits for every single one of them. They are on file with you at the sheriff’s station.”

“I know that, and I’ve already sent my deputy to get them copies. Look, Reaper, whatever is going on, they are looking for more than women and guns. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you have a nark.”

“Fuck.” I stared as several agents carried boxes out of my clubhouse. I wasn’t too worried about what they were taking. The documents that mattered would never be found, but still, the thought of having them in my house bugged the shit out of me.

“Maxwell Doherty?” An FBI Agent said, walking over to me. I didn’t acknowledge the man. Instead, I stared as more agents walked out of the clubhouse carrying our guns.

“I have permits for those. You can put them back where you found them.”

“We will return them when they’ve been thoroughly inspected and verified. Until then, we are taking them.”

“Not without a warrant, you’re not.”

The Agent grinned, then slapped me in the chest with a piece of paper. “Consider yourself served.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later,” the man winked, pissing me off even more. “Is there a Remi Anderson here. I will be taking her into custody for questioning.”

I knew Grimm was listening. As the words left the agent’s mouth, I heard the distinct sound of a bike revving. I didn’t have to turn around to know that Grimm and Shamrock, had left, leaving me to deal with this mess. Their priority was keeping Remi safe.

“She is wanted for several crimes in Louisiana. Is she here?”

“I don’t know who you are talking about.”

“Now, why don’t I believe you?”

“No clue. I’m honest as the day is long.”

“Right,” the agent groaned, then turned to Brian. “Sheriff, I’ve sent some of my agents over to your office. We will be searching your place next.”

“Why?” Brian shouted angrily.

“Because we know you’ve been helping this criminal, but more importantly, we know your office filed the documents for two children in the DHS system to be turned over to this fucker. I’ve alerted the local DHS, and they should be en route to your house. You have two daughters, correct?”

“You mother fucker!” Brian screamed, lunging for the man only to be stopped when I grabbed ahold of him. “You touch my girls, and I will fucking kill you!”

“Don’t Brian. He isn’t worth it.”

“Max,” Brian looked at him. I had seen that look before. I lived it. “Don’t worry. The girls will be safe.”

I turned and nodded to Chaos, who sped off with Smoke following him. Player was already on his phone talking, and I didn’t need to ask who he was talking to. I already knew. Something was going on, and when I found the mother fucker who called this in, I would slowly reap their soul. I turned to the agent and said, “You have no idea what you’ve just stepped into, so let me be crystal clear. You’ve opened pandora’s box, and there is no one coming to save you.”

“Is that a threat, Mr. Doherty?”

“No, it’s a fucking promise, now get the fuck off my property.”

It took three more hours before all the agents left, leaving me standing alone in front of my clubhouse. Brian left hours ago to make sure his wife and daughters were safe, but I could have already told him that. I’d gotten the text from Chaos that Brian’s family was safe in a secured