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

biological parents, they were killed last year in a fire. She has two siblings, a sister who is fifteen and a brother who is eight. They are in the foster care system now. I’m trying to locate them. There are no relatives, so if she wants her brother and sister, she needs to come in and fill out some forms. I have all the DNA proof, so there shouldn’t be a problem transferring custody to her. Do you know if she would want them?”

Was he even kidding? Those kids were my family or would be eventually. Remi was the kindest, sweetest woman on the fucking planet. There was no way in hell she would leave her siblings to the foster care system. I didn’t even need to ask her. I knew what she would say. “Yea. Start the paperwork. I’ll bring her to town tomorrow to sign whatever you need. Anything else?”

“Yes. The orphanage is a front Max. My friend did some of the books snooping and what he discovered made him sick. They are beating and selling kids Max. Those who are sold are shipped overseas.”

“I bet he saw more than that,” I replied, closing the file.

“Yes, he did, and I won't repeat what he saw, but my gut is telling me you already know what he witnessed.”

“Yep.”

“When you take those fuckers down, I want in Max. I look away most of the time when you guys do shit. But this…I won’t stand for it. I can’t. I’ve got Beth and Katie. If something ever happened to them, I’d kill someone. So, I want in when you go.”

“Still got your sled?”

“Haven’t ridden since my girls were born. May need to bring it to the shop and let Chaos look at it.”

“Bring it soon, Brian.” With that, I stood, taking the folder with me.

“Reaper? Give me something, man. I can feel something coming, and it isn’t good.”

“Come by tomorrow around noon to have Healer check out that feeling. Keep your girls close, Brian. Call me if you find anything else out.”

Not waiting for Brian to question what I said, I left.

I took the long way home, needing the time to get my mind right. This was one big cluster fuck, and I needed to figure out how I would handle everything and find a way to tell Remi her life as she knew it was all a lie.

It was bad enough her life was complete shit but to have parents who were part of her torture was something altogether different. Children should be loved and cherished, not pimped out and abused. They should be protected, not abandoned. Remi had a set of parents who never gave up on her, never stopped looking for, wanted the chance to know her, and love her, but because of some asshole, she was dealt a shitty hand.

Through it all, she handled everything that came at her as best she could. She kept her head high, even when everyone around her wanted to beat her down. She was strong and resilient, but even the most formidable individuals had a breaking point.

I wondered if this would break her.

I spotted the turn-off to the viewing peak, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was a beautiful place hidden away from the main road. Not a lot of people knew of it, mainly those that lived in the valley. Parking my bike next to the guard rail, I leaned forward and looked at the ocean. It was gearing up to be a beautiful day. Yet, I could see storm clouds over the vast horizon.

I grinned at that. Yeah, even mother nature knew shit was about to hit the fan. The problem with that was I just didn’t know how bad it was going to get.

I thought it funny that both Remi and I were subjected to the same treatment fifteen years ago, and while we were both rescued, I went on to live my life while Remi was thrust back into the darkness. Yet, she seemed to fare better than I did. She accepted her fate better than I ever could. I still held onto the hate while she seemed to let it go. I didn’t understand how she could accept what happened and not be angry.

I blamed everyone for what happened to me for the longest time, then I blamed just myself. Unlike Remi, I had a family there for me, talked with me, supported me, and let me fight, cry, and stay silent. Whatever it was, I needed to get my head right with what happened. But I still couldn’t bring myself to accept it and move on. Every time I thought about what happened, anger and rage bubbled up within me until I lashed out and wreaked havoc on anyone or anything around me.

I couldn’t think clearly when my demon was close, and he was close most of the time. He hovered, lying in wait to lash out in any way possible. I feared that Remi would be on the receiving end of my rage one day and that I would seriously hurt her.

A few of the brothers learned to subdue me over the years when my rage got out of hand. Even then, it took a toll on them. It wasn’t right nor fair to them because I couldn’t control my emotions.

Regardless of my problems, I would have to wait. Remi needed me, and I was determined to be there for her. I still hadn’t told her exactly what was going on, and I needed to soon. I just hated the thought of upsetting her, and she would be upset. Hell, I would be.

Looking out over the ocean, I wondered what it would be like to live out there, free of demons who lurked around every corner, free of the terrible dangers man could do. It would be a lonely existence. I knew that, but to just sail away, letting the ocean take me wherever it wanted to, seemed like heaven. But I knew there would