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

Snake could comment on our dialogue, I watched as the devil himself pulled out a gun, shot Snake in the head, and then aimed his gun at Peter. “I wish you didn’t have to find out like this but thank you for bringing her back to me.”

Before Peter could do anything, the devil shot him dead. I stood in shock as I watched the man who stayed by my side and read me princess stories, colored with me, watched cartoons with me, who was a significant part of my life for a short time, fall to the ground lifeless.

I wanted to say so much, say anything to rail against the devil before me. Instead, I did nothing as he grabbed my arm forcefully and ushered me into the plane. When the doors closed, I knew I was never going to see Max again.

SEVENTEEN

REAPER

It had been six hours since Shamrock called Ghost and informed me that Chisel was in intensive care at Purgatory Memorial Hospital and that Remi was not at the cabin. As I looked down at the bodies of my former brothers, men I trusted implicitly. I couldn’t help but grin at their demise. I wish I could have been the ones to reap their souls, but I wasn’t. It wasn’t every day that karma exacted her justice so swiftly.

As far as I was concerned, the bodies could rot where they lay, but apparently, it would bring too much heat down on the club. A couple of the brothers were loading up the bodies to take them back to the compound as it was. Not for burial, but to burn. I wanted to watch their flesh melt from their bones and turn to ash.

Standing on the tarmac, I surveyed the area, not really looking at anything. My mind was other places. Mainly I thought of Remi. Where was she at? What was she enduring? I mostly prayed she found the will to survive until I could get to her. I could only imagine what she was going through. Part of me didn’t want to think about it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I’d seen the files. I knew what these men were capable of. Some sick nasty shit that even churned my stomach. What tore at my soul was that for five years, I helped these sick fuckers. All along, I thought I was doing something right, making a difference. In the end, I was just as depraved as them. The low life’s, the degenerates, the immoral fucks of the world, all of them needed to be eradicated, wiped from the earth swiftly. That was what I planned on doing, and I would. Repentance would come later. Now was the time for blood and vengeance, and I was so ready to bathe in it.

“Reaper, the bodies are loaded.”

I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted so badly to leave them for the vultures, but I was outvoted. Apparently, I wasn’t thinking clearly. Of course, my brothers were right, but I was never going to tell them that. Nope, I stood there and let my fury boil.

She was with that fucker, in God knows how much pain, and I was standing on a tarmac looking at the fucking scenery. What kind of fucked up world was this? It should have been me. I would have gladly gone. She’d been through so much already, the thought of something more worried me. I knew Remi was strong, even if she didn’t believe it most of the time. My girl was made of iron, and there was nothing that would break her. She’d survived so much and came so far to fall back into this fucked up mess.

“Player called. He has a lead. We should head back to the compound and regroup.”

“She’s out there alone and afraid, Ghost. I promised her she would be safe with me.”

“And she will be, once we kill this mother fucker.”

“What about Mia? Any word?”

“Don’t you worry about Tyrant,” Ghost grinned? “I’ve got Massacre and Bayou looking. My money is on her.”

Nodding, I turned and headed for my bike, seeing all the other brothers waiting while Savage sat in the drivers’ seat of an idling truck. Getting on my bike, I started it, peeled out of the abandoned airport, and headed for home.

An hour or so later, I was sitting at the head of the Golden Skulls table tapping my fingers, waiting for Player to set up whatever it was he needed. I was annoyed, and I hated waiting.

“Come on man,” Massacre moaned. “Hurry up.”

“Shut up, Dwayne!”

“Hurry up, Reginald!”

“Both of you shut up. Player, finish fast so we can get started and Massacre, stop antagonizing your brother.” Ghost said lowly but firmly.

“Got it!” Player said, grinning as if he accomplished a massive feat.

“Thank fuck,” Savage groaned.

“Okay,” Player began, typing away furiously on his laptop. “Phantom, can you hear me?”

“I can hear you,” a soft female voice was heard throughout the room. I looked at Player and raised my eyebrow, questioning him.

“She’s legit boss. I’d bet my life on it, and I wouldn’t have her listening in on club business unless it was essential.”

I sighed and nodded.

“Okay, love, tell them what you’ve found.”

“First of all, you call me that again I will erase your existence.”

Massacre snickered. “I like her already.”

“Second, I found Sergio Pavlov. Fucking bastard is ignorant of the location setting on his cellphone. I pinged that bitch, and he lit up like a fucking roman candle. He was at the Port of South Louisiana in Garyville, Louisiana, as of five minutes ago. He’s registered at the TownePlace Suites. I got into the hotel’s security feeds and managed to get a decent photo of the bastard. I also activated his cell camera. The man seriously needs some kale in his diet, but I did manage to get some pics of a female accompanying him, which I believe is Mia Doherty. I’m sending you all those pics now Player. Once the target is