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

Even Player, who I had physically hurt, had ridden beside me for a time to protect me and make sure I was doing okay. I owed him so much more than I could ever repay.

When I parked my bike and turned off the engine, Ghost ordered, “Massacre, get our rooms, Grimm go with him.”

The brothers did as they were told as I got off my bike and stretched. My body ached from the lack of riding. It had been too long. My weakness was showing. I couldn’t help but feel like a fucking fraud. When Massacre returned moments later and handed me my room key, I took it and headed for my designated room, eager to hide my shame within the walls.

Shutting the door behind me, I slid down the wall, gasping for air. Slamming my fist against the floor, I wanted to shout at the world for everything that was going on. My inability to control my anger, weakness, my failure to protect Remi made me the pussy I was now. Reaching for the picture I kept from Phantom, I looked at her. She was the only thing on the planet that got me. She understood my demons and accepted me for who I was. She let me be me, flaws, and all.

“Reaper,” Ghost knocked on the door, making me jump. Quickly getting to my feet, I put her picture back in my cut, rubbed my face with my hands, and opened the door. “Yeah.”

“You want to talk?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he replied, looking relieved. “Phantom’s scout just returned. He’s got more information.”

Nodding, I closed the door behind me and followed Ghost into another room, where my brothers were all waiting, watching the T.V. screen that showed a map of the area. Amongst them, Phantom and Player sat typing away furiously on their computers, with a skinny kid between them. “Right there,” the kid said, pointing to something on Phantom’s laptop, which she highlighted for the rest of us.

“How many Gadget?”

“Five, and four more on the west side. There are seven down at the docks and three men in suits who went into the house.”

Every time the kid answered, new dots appeared on the screen. It was quickly filling up, allowing us to see what we would be up against.

“Vehicles?”

“Several bikes, and two big SUV’s, with drivers, but they stayed in the vehicles.”

“Armed?”

“Oh yeah. Several AK’s, a couple of semi-autos, lots of handguns, knives, machete’s, hell one guy is walking around with a bow.”

“That would be Plug,” Savage said. “And don’t think for a second he doesn’t know how to use that thing. The man is a master shot. Never misses.”

“The place is easily accessible from here,” Gadget said, pointing to the screen again. “But I suggest going in during the daytime. At night, the place is party central.”

“What about Remi?” Player asked, looking at me.

“She is here,” the kid said, showing him on the laptop. “It’s guarded twenty-four seven. Four guards always and they are packing. They don’t mingle with the others. They look different too, almost military-like.”

“Mercenaries,” Player and Phantom said at the same time.

“Well, they move her constantly. She is never in the same place twice. I haven’t been able to pin down the exact time they move her, which makes me think it’s random. But she was there when I left. Where those men are, she is at.”

“Darrin Reynolds?” I asked. That man was mine. I needed his soul for payment for failing Remi. I wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes as he took his last breath.

“I haven’t seen him,” the kid said. “Just those four men.”

“Any problem with the local cops?”

“No. They stay away from that area. From what I can gather in town is that the locals and the law enforcement ignore them.”

“I’ll call John Boudreaux and see if he’d like to help clean up his town,” Bayou said. I gave him a questioning look, and Bayou grinned. “He’s my second cousin on my momma’s side.”

Nodding, I let Bayou go do his thing. Knowing what we were up against, having the local LEO’s help would go along way to ensure that more survived. As for the former members of my club, well, those fucks were going to be reaped. Their souls were mine to deal with.

“This here,” the kid said, pointing to a large house. “This is where they hold everyone. I did manage to sneak in the other night. It was bad, Phantom. Really bad. I suggest suiting up before going in there, and I don’t mean with guns. Like full hazmat gear.”

“What’s in there?” Savage asked, looking at the other brothers then the kid.

“What do you think, Savage,” I said. “It’s where they put the people that they can’t sell. It’s a tomb.”

“Jesus,” some of the men muttered.

“We knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I’m not ashamed to say that Remi is my top priority, but everyone else can be saved will be. No one deserves what those fuckers did to them. If they are alive, we get them out. Understood?”

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. It would take some significant planning, and we would need to coordinate with the local police, but I was determined to get Remi and save all those we could.

As the night wore on, Bayou was able to get ahold of his cousin, and he was eager to help. Bayou went to meet him along with Ghost to coordinate on their end, while the rest of the brothers stayed with me, going over every inch of the map and possibilities of what we might find.

I was itching to get to Remi, and as the time ticked by, I prayed she could hold on for a little bit longer because death was coming as I was taking no prisoners.

TWENTY-TWO

REMI

Pain. Everywhere around me was pain. There wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t hurt, which