REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. by Rebecca Joyce (elon musk reading list TXT) 📗

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Chaos muttered, covering his mouth. I couldn’t blame him. He was one of the youngest at the table, and with two sisters, he was currently supporting and taking care of this really hit home. Hell, this bothered all of us for different reasons, but the main thing was none of us jived with hurting kids, ever. There was something sinister, evil about anyone who would willingly harm a child. Those fuckers had a special place in Hell reserved for them, and I was itching to send the fuckers there.

“And where does Remi fit into all of this?” I asked, knowing what Smoke was going to say. Bracing myself, I waited to hear the words.

“Aside from being taken by him when she was eight, it’s my belief that he grabbed her again, and she somehow escaped. Whoever this sick fuck is, he has a hard-on for her Prez, and he isn’t going to stop until he has her again.”

The time had come. I couldn’t hide my past from my brothers anymore. They needed to know how close I was to this situation and how I knew Remi. Of course, Hellhound and Nitro already knew because they were there in the beginning, but everyone else was in the dark. Taking a deep breath, I began. “I met Remi twelve years ago. I was fifteen. She was eight. We were taken by this sick fuck. I won’t go into details about my time there, but let’s just say I still fight the nightmares regularly. When my pops and the rest of the club found me, they rescued over thirty kids that day, including Remi, and killed every fucker there. Ask Hellhound and Nitro. They were there. It was a gory shit show. My pops never did figure out who was holding the purse strings for an operation that big, but now that we have a lead, I want this fucker found and fast. He will never get his hands-on Remi, ever again. Am I clear? Get with all your contacts. Dig deep and find me this bastard because when I get my hands on him, I am going to rip him limb from limb.”

“What about Remi?”

“She stays here. She’s under my protection. Treat her as if she were my ol’Lady. Give her the respect she deserves. Make sure the others know that because if I hear of one mother-fucking member touching her, he’s gone, permanently.”

“That’s if I don’t kill the fucker first,” Hellhound added, getting to his feet. “Nitro and I were there. It was a real shit show. Imagine your worst nightmare, and you wouldn’t even come close to what we all saw that day. The shit we saw…it was…there are no words. We lost three good brothers because of that day. They left us. Couldn’t handle what they saw, and we couldn’t blame them. It was that fucked up. One of our brothers killed himself. It was that bad. As for Remi, my Princess is nothing but sweetness and joy. Any fucker touches her. The hounds of Hell will tear them apart. Got me?”

All the men nodded quietly. It was rare for my Uncle to speak during Church. Generally, he stayed quiet and let the others lead, but all bets were off when it came to Remi. Not only was she going to have my protection, but she would always have Hellhound in her corner.

With Church over, I left to check on her.

God, she’s so beautiful.

I just stood there, watching her sleep as if none of the horrors of the world could affect her. She looked so small in my king-size bed, her soft pale creamy skin against my black silk sheets. Her blonde hair, still unruly, fanned over the pillow. Her long black eyelashes kissed her cheeks, but it was her rosebud lips that captured my attention. Slightly parted, they were plump and luscious, utterly kissable.

Healer wrapped her wrist after he found out that it wasn’t broken, just badly sprained. Though three of her ribs were cracked, Healer decided against covering them if she stayed in bed and didn’t overexert herself. As for the rest of her body, it would heal in time, but the scars unseen, deep within her were another story. I was still fighting those same scars myself, so I knew what she was going through.

I really hadn’t gotten to talk to her much since she arrived. Healer kept her pretty sedated, so he could do what he needed without causing her further harm. I agreed and just stayed by her to make sure she was safe. I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would, being in one place for an indeterminate amount of time. I thought I’d be clawing at the seams to run away. Instead, I just stayed, held her hand, talked to her as if she were an active participant.

FOUR

REMI

I woke to someone talking to me. After everything I’d been through, I would have thought I would have been apprehensive of someone being in my room, but his voice was soothing, familiar.

Max.

“So, I went out on my bike yesterday. Wish you could have been with me. You would have loved it, Remi. The fresh air hits your face as the sun warms your skin, the freedom of it all. It’s wonderful, Remi. When you get better, I promise to take you. Just you and me and the open road, baby. Remember when I told you about the bike runs? We have another one coming up in two months. If you’d like, I think you’d enjoy it. All the brothers will go. We’re gathering in Montana this year for our yearly summit bike rally. All the clubs are going to be there. It’s a big party. I wish you’d wake up. I miss seeing your eyes. I need to know you’re okay. Please wake up.”

He was breaking my heart.

He sounded so lost, alone