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

through, and I’m happy she is finally home where she is safe.”

“She will be.”

“Oh,” my mom replied, taking a drink of water. I watched as she put the glass down, took a breath as she considered her response. My mom was always clever like that. She knew not to talk about club business, yet she would always ask a question precisely to get whatever information she needed. “And I am sure that you and the boys will see to it that she is safe.”

“Got that right.”

“Good. Now, what is happening with your sister?”

And just like that, I knew my mom understood and had my back. Of course, when it came to Mia, well, that was another story. We always seemed to butt heads regarding the Tyrant, and now it looked as if my mom was finally going to get what she wanted. Her daughter was coming home for good, and there was nothing more I could do about it.

“She got kicked out of that fancy college in England. They put her on a plane two days ago. She should have been here already. I Don’t know why it’s taking so long, but that’s all I know.”

“Have you tried calling her?”

“Nope.”

“Well too put your mind at ease, I have. Mia flew into San Francisco yesterday to look at one of the universities there. She will be driving home tonight. She already has the credits to graduate college, but she is thinking of getting her Master's.”

“Good. When will school start for her.”

“In the fall. The semester starts in August.”

“So, she will be wreaking havoc for five months then?”

My mother laughed. “It’s the summer Max. Your sister is entitled to live her own life. She is an adult.”

“Yeah, that’s what worries me.”

“She will behave.”

“Can I have that in a written guarantee?”

“No, you are just going to have to trust me.”

“Mom, you I trust, Mia…not so much.”

After spending some time with my Mom, I said goodbye and left, needing the time to gather my thoughts. Too much was happening, and my gut told me that everything was about to explode and fast. I’d learned early on not to get complacent that when I did, the bowels of hell opened and unleashed havoc on everything around me.

I needed some time to think clearly, to gather my thoughts. To form a plan of action.

So, I went to the only place I knew to do that.

Plus, they had alcohol.

The music was pounding as I backed my sled into the spot reserved just for me. People stood in line talking and smoking as they waited patiently to get into the club.

It was Friday night, and the club was packed.

One of our biggest moneymakers was Chaos’s club.

In the beginning, it was nothing more than a podunk titty bar, with skanks and whores to fill the entertainment, but after remodeling and an influx of cash, the club was turned into one of the hottest nightclubs in Purgatory. Yes, it was still a titty bar, but classier. Men and women now filled the rafters, just waiting for the club to take their cash.

The two men who guarded the door nodded as I walked past them. Girls were moving quickly around the tables, making sure the men and women seated had plenty to drink while watching the leading entertainment, as beautiful women twirled around three different poles throughout the large room. The balcony section looked packed with VIPs, as several parties were in full swing. Bouncers moved about the space making sure everyone was having a good time.

Walking past the bar, I nodded at Chaos, who was busy helping the two bartenders serve drinks. When I motioned towards the VIP section, he responded by holding up two fingers as I walked up the spiral staircase to the area reserved specifically for the Golden Skulls.

I had just sat down when a pretty brunette in a French maid outfit walked over, leaned towards me, giving me a clear view of her ample tits. “Reaper. What can I get you tonight?”

“Bring a bottle of scotch.”

She reached out, her hand moving softly up my leg. “Is that all?”

Grabbing her wrist, I halted her progress.

“Just the scotch,” I growled.

Leaving as quickly as she arrived, I surveyed the club.

Nothing.

The club did absolutely nothing for me. All the pretty and available pussy around me didn’t faze me. Nothing did anymore, except for a petite blonde with striking green eyes who called me Max.

I should have corrected her as soon as she started, but I didn’t. For some reason, I liked when she called me by my given name.

Made me feel human again.

Not the monster I’d become.

As much as I wanted her, Healer was right. Remi wasn’t ready, and she knew nothing of the life I led. It was bad enough having her in the club for protection, but to expose her to the truth of what we were and what we did, well, I just couldn’t take that chance.

She was everything right in this world.

I was all the wrong.

The Golden Skulls on the outside looked like a typical Motorcycle Club. Rough bikers, parties, loads of women ready to fuck, and sleds…lots of bikes. We party hard and fuck harder. Yes, we help our community give local businesses and even once a year held a toy drive for kids. But that’s what we want the civilians to see. What most didn’t know was what we did behind the scenes.

With a few selected clubs around the United States, the Golden Skulls were part of a big operation that not only offered services to select individuals for a specific need and price, but the club also tracked down and eliminated human traffickers around the world. The club had worked in conjunction with the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Homeland, and any other agency to bring down these criminals.

It all started when my granddad took over the Golden Skulls back in the sixties. The pigs needed an in, and the club required cash flow. It was slow going at first, but when Granddad and