REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. by Rebecca Joyce (best e book reader TXT) 📕

Getting to my feet, I adjusted my cock. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a shitty bedside manner?”

“Nope.”

“Well, ya do!” I shouted, stomping up the stairs.

I walked into the central part of the Clubhouse and noticed that a lot of the members were just lounging around, chewing the shit, and drinking. Some were playing pool, a few were at the bar, but the majority of them were around the fireplace, chatting it up like schoolgirls with Remi, who seemed to be holding court as if it were nothing in the world to talk to badass bikers. And those fuckers were hanging on her every fucking word as if she were some fairy godmother.

“Reaper,” Hellhound said, coming up behind me. “We need to talk.”

“What the fuck are they doing? Shouldn’t half of those fuckers be at the shop? Did all the vehicles suddenly fix themselves?”

“Not my problem. Talk to Chaos. He’s the one who makes sure everyone is behaving and doing what they need to.”

“Chaos!” I roared, halting all movement.

“Yea!” he replied from the other side of the room.

“Why the fuck is everyone sitting around like it’s Sunday brunch? It’s not fucking Christmas! Get everyone back to work.”

“Didn’t know you knew what brunch was, Reaper.”

“I know what an ass-kicking is. Wanna see?”

“You heard the man, you lazy bastards. Get going.”

Instantly I heard a lot of groans and moans, but mainly a lot of goodbyes to Remi, who smiled and waved to everyone as they headed out the front door.

Fucking pussies…every one of them.

Turning to Hellhound, “What? What do you want?”

“Let’s talk in the chapel,” He said, turning towards church, and I followed. Closing the door behind me, Hellhound began. “Savage called from Nebraska?”

“About fucking time. What did he find out?”

“Nothing good. Good news or the bad news first?”

Sighing, I took a seat. “Is there a difference?”

Hellhound grinned. “Okay. Good news first. Chains got arrested for breaking into Remi’s old house. Savage tried to bail him out, but he got arrested when he apparently pushed a pig. Now both are in the box.”

“That’s good news?” I questioned.

“Yeah. The bad news. There’s a bounty out on Remi.”

And just like that, my erection and any thoughts of fucking Remi were gone. “Excuse me?”

“Apparently, while in the box, Savage overheard two men from Oklahoma who were talking about her. There is a five-hundred grand reward for whoever can acquire and deliver her to the New Orleans Port Authority before November 28th. According to Savage, these guys said they weren’t the only ones looking for her. They gave Savage a website for more information.”

“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my fist on the table. “What the fuck is going on? What the hell is she caught up in? She’s just a girl from Nebraska, Hellhound. None of this makes sense.”

“I gave the website to Smoke and Player. Smoke is gathering the info from the site now. Player is on the phone with his techie-chick to see if she can dig deeper into who’s running the site. We need to put a couple of brothers on Remi for protection.”

“Agreed. Put the prospects on her.”

“Billy and Jake are helping Player with the Repo business. We pull them, and he’s left hanging.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my neck. We were spreading ourselves too thin, and I didn’t like it. It doesn’t help that Ghost was gone, and he took four of our brothers with him. Fuck, he needed to get his ass back here, and we needed more prospects. “Put Shamrock and Snake on her.”

“You sure about those two? I mean, I know they can handle the job, but will Remi like having them around all the time?”

“Don’t give a fuck. I promised Remi protection, and well, she’s getting that.”

“But those two? Fuck man, they scare the shit out of me sometimes. They ain’t right in the head, and you know it.”

“What I know is that nothing, not even this bastard who wants Remi, will ever get past Shamrock or Snake. Those evil backwoods fuckers can scare Satan himself. Besides, it’s time for their patch in, anyway. Have Chaos get everything set up for this weekend. The works.”

“What about Savage and Chains?”

“Call Lenny and have him take care of it,” I said, getting to my feet, then grinned. “But tell him to take his time. I warned those fuckers before they left. When they get back, I want them on shitter duty for a week.”

Hellhound laughed. “The prospects are gonna love that.”

“Reaper,” Player grinned, walking in without knocking, holding his cell phone close to his cut. “Got a small problem, man.”

“What now?”

“The tyrant.” Player grinned, holding his phone to me.

No, no, no…fuck!

My sister Mia was the biggest pain in the ass the world had ever seen. A late surprise for my parents, Mia was totally unexpected but loved like no other. My mom had always wanted a girl, and when a little six-pound baby girl came into this world, my mother was ecstatic. My pops, not so much, because the little tyrant looked exactly like my mother. Blonde curly hair, creamy white skin, rosy lips, and crystal-clear blue eyes that could see into a man’s soul. Yeah, my sister was a beauty, and my Pops literally had to decree instant death if anyone so much as took a second look at my sister.

She was spoiled, loved, and literally the biggest pain in the ass ever. Strong-willed, independent, a mouth that would make any sailor blush, my sister was the epitome of what a Golden Skull indeed was. Good with a gun, knife, bow, you name it. My sister was taught to protect herself, and with a clubhouse full of brothers who would lay down their lives for her, she was essentially the heart of the club.

Mainly she was the biggest pain in the ass since income tax. Though she was loved dearly, she was also the biggest instigator. My sister was incessantly getting in trouble. And when Pops died, her welfare and care