Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (reading e books .txt) 📕

when I took her to live with the Wests. Yes, I love her. She’s as much as a daughter to me as Shade is a son. Whatever plan you have, include me. I’m going with you.”

Reaper shook his head. “You can’t. It’ll be a fucking miracle if I can reach her in time.”

Another text on his phone came in. “I have to go. Where’s Silas?”

“He’s behind the shop,” Moses told him. “With Fynn.”

As he walked away, he heard Shade talking to his father. “You never breathed a word to me, even when she worked for The Last Riders or when she moved away.”

“I actually thought one of you boys would be smart enough to snap her up. It’s good to see one of you finally got his head out of his ass.” Will’s voice deepened with emotion. “I always knew Gavin was the smartest one of you.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

Will didn’t miss his son’s sarcasm and gave it back. “You’re welcome.”

Reaper would have laughed at the play between father and son—if he wasn’t flying toward a man who wanted to kill Ginny.

Walking around Matthew and Isaac’s shop, he came to a stop at seeing what Silas and Fynn were doing. They had their hands lifted toward the sky, making movements in the air.

“Is it working?” Reaper spoke softly so as not to disturb their concentration.

Neither Silas nor Fynn stopped their movements as Silas answered, “Yes, for now. The winds will only do what I ask for so long before they become too bored or angry to listen anymore.”

“I just wanted to tell you I’m leaving, and I’ll have Lucky keep you informed.”

“Before you go, Ginny left you something on the kitchen table.” Silas didn’t look at him as he spoke, but from the look on his face, Reaper knew what Ginny had left.

Fury had him quickly turning on his heel, and then he stormed toward the house, ignoring the looks from the men and women outside. Seeing the small package neatly wrapped, sitting on an envelope, he reached for both, gripping them tightly in his hands before turning back around. Ginny leaving him a good-bye present expressed more than words—she didn’t expect to see him again.

“Cash, drive me to the airport. Rider, Shade, ride with us.”

The four men hurried toward Cash’s truck.

Reaper spared a minute to stop in front of T.A. “If you think of anything else I need to know, tell Lucky; he’ll get the information to me.”

T.A. lifted her anguished eyes to his. “Evangeline was hurt that she wasn’t the first to know I’m pregnant. Tell her I just found out the sex of the baby … Tell her … I’m not telling anyone until I tell her first.”

Reaper wanted to reach out to give her a comforting hand, which would was a normal reaction at seeing someone in pain—before his captivity—and now the action was alien to him. But T.A.’s relationship with Ginny had him wanting to comfort her … just to have a moment’s connection to a part of Ginny. Cognizant of the virus, though, he restrained himself. He would not put a pregnant woman in harm’s way. Even if the Pegivirus CP-20 was only blood-borne, they were still being extra cautious.

Instead he said, “I can’t believe none of us realized you were sisters.”

T.A. gave a shuddering laugh. “No one was looking for it. Wait until you see her without her hair dye and contacts.”

Reaper shook his head at her. “Do I even know Ginny at all?”

Sex Piston laid a hand on T.A.’s shoulder, preventing her from speaking. “Evangeline never hid the most important part—her heart.”

He unconsciously took a step back. “You all knew?”

“She knew we would have her back,” Sex Piston snapped at him. “Just like we’ve had T.A.’s. Make sure you bring the little bitch back, or we’re going to fuck you up ….” Sex Piston lost the full effect of her threat when she turned her face away.

“I’ll bring her back,” he swore through gritted teeth, walking back toward the truck. “She might not be able to sit for a week when I’m done with her, but she’s coming back.”

Reaper hadn’t thought the women could hear his threat, but Sex Piston had excellent hearing.

“Save some of that ass for me!” she shouted. “I’m going to—”

Inside the truck, Reaper slammed the door shut on whatever she was saying.

Fuck, now he was going to have to go gentle on her ass, knowing Sex Piston and her crew were going to take their own turns walloping her for scaring the hell out of them.

As Cash backed out the driveway, neatly avoiding the onslaught of motorcycles, Reaper turned around to face Rider and Shade in the back seat. Holding onto the back of the seat as Cash forced his truck down the road, tires squealing, he stared at Shade. “What I’m about to ask is shitty of me,” he began. “You’ve got Lily and kids, and I’ve been a dick to you since I was freed, but I’m going to ask anyway.”

Holding onto the door handle to keep himself from being flung into the front seat as Cash whipped around, blowing through a red light, Shade tightened jaw before he seethed out, “We’ve got three minutes before we’re at the airport; quit blowing smoke up my ass and tell me what you need.”

Reaper knew he didn’t deserve his friends. He never had.

He shook the morose thought out of his head. He wasn’t going back down that fucking road again. He was going to take advantage of what he had available to him, and Shade was more than an advantage; he was the elite in a category of men, who could name their own price to get a job done, and Shade didn’t fail.

Reaper was still outlining what he needed when Cash brought the truck to a stop only feet away from where Train’s chopper sat on the helipad with its blades whirling overhead. The four men jumped out of the truck. Reaper had been so intent on talking to