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

lackeys. Some jag-off named Sergio Pavlov. Not that their names mattered anyway. They were dead-souls walking, and I planned on collecting those souls soon.

I was still having a hard time wrapping my head around that Ghost kept something this big from for so long. Guess it was easier for him since he bolted right after my Pops funeral, the fucking bastard. I knew I shouldn’t be angry at him. I mean, he was following my Pops orders, but fuck it. I was pissed.

Ghost was my best friend. We did everything together and for him to keep something like this from me felt like a betrayal. Then there was Remi to consider. What was I going to do with her while I was figuring out all this shit? I wanted so badly to hop on my bike and go to her, to make sure she was safe, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave my brothers to fix this mess when I didn’t even know where to start. I didn’t know who to trust, who to kill, who to believe in. It almost felt as if the last several years were a fucking lie, and to add more salt into that wound, I was apart of it.

The information was all there. Ghost spent the last two hours going over everything he had with me behind closed doors. I knew my brothers were all out in the common room, waiting for anything, but looking at everything before me, I didn’t know where to start. This whole fucked up mess was bigger and more organized than I could even comprehend, and I was part of it.

“Grimm texted. Remi is safe.”

“Where is she? No. Don’t tell me. Not yet.” I asked, then sighed, looking at Ghost, who nodded as he read another incoming text.

“He swung by and grabbed your mom. Also, Patty and her boys are there, along with Kitty and the new baby. Kitty had a kid?” Ghost asked, looking up.

“Yeah, long fucking story. You sure Grimm will be okay with all those women and kids?”

“Yep. Baby brother has a degree in Child Education. He’s loving it.”

“He has what?”

“A degree in childhood education. Didn’t you know?”

“Hell no!” I shouted, shocked. “When the hell did he get that? The man doesn’t speak.”

Ghost laughed, shaking his head. “He finished his degree last year, I believe. Haven’t you ever wondered why he was always on his phone or in his room?”

“I thought he was playing fucking games, like every other asshole here. Call of Duty is popular in this club.”

“Well, Grimm was studying. He’s thinking about furthering his degree in Special Needs Education. My brother prefers kids to adults. He says kids are truthful and don’t hold back. He’s always wanted to be a teacher, but with the way he looks, he knew no one would ever give him a chance.”

“Well fuck,” I muttered mainly to myself. “It’s always the quiet ones, huh? Is there anything else I should know about your brother that I don’t know?”

“Nope, nothing I can think of.” Ghost grinned, putting his phone in his cut. “So, when do you want to bring the boys in? They’ve been out there for a while now?”

“I know. I’m still trying to figure out how to handle this issue,” I said, holding up a file and waving it in the air. “This is going to gut the brothers, and I’m still having a hard time believing it myself.”

“I know. I did too when I saw it. But it’s the truth. I investigated it myself when I saw that file. Your Pops had a hunch and followed up on it.”

“Pops never did trust easily.”

“That’s for damn sure.”

Placing the folder down, I looked at the other files scattered around the table and sighed. “This isn’t going to get any easier. Best bring in the first bunch. Time to cull the herd.”

Ghost nodded and then walked out the door. I listened as he walked down the long hall into the common room. Brothers were talking, drinking, and laughing as if nothing were wrong, which pissed me off. If they only knew what was about to happen, they wouldn’t be partying like they were. So much deception, lies, murder. Blood was all around us, and some of us bathed in it. Knowing what my father knew was a massive mind-fuck, and though the evidence was there in black and white before me, I still didn’t know how this whole fucked up scenario was going to play out.

“What the fuck!” I heard Chaos shout. “Ghost!”

“Son of a bitch!” Player added. “How the fuck have you been, man?”

“Reaper needs Chaos, Player, Smoke, and Savage in church now. The rest of you, we are on lockdown until further notice. Any brother leaving the compound will turn in their cut immediately and pray I never find you. This isn’t a fucking game, so try me.” With that, I heard the common room quiet instantly as the men I requested began to file into church. I had to give it to Ghost. The man sure did know how to command a room. When Ghost entered last, he shut the door and locked it.

“Sit down, boys.” Ghost ordered. Instantly the four brothers found their seat and sat, though Chaos, who lately had been sitting in the V.P. chair, thought better of it and went to sit next to Player.

“Before I begin,” I said, getting to my feet. “I want the four of you to know that we are not alone in this room. Come on out, boys.”

From the room’s shadows stepped out, Massacre, Viper, Hammer, Bayou, and Shadow. I watched as my four brothers sitting at the table looked shocked initially, then they all smiled.

“Well fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday!” Savage roared, getting to his feet to greet his long-lost brothers. I knew Savage would be happy to have the whole crew back under one roof. The man was nothing but a loyal Golden Skull to his core. I only wished I could say