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

“Not now, Player. Whatever the problem is, fix it.”

“It’s the old bat,” he whispered, covering the phone as he pushed it towards me.

Fuck me sideways! Seriously, what has that kid done now?

Taking the phone from Player, I held it to my ear, just as the old bat, Headmistress Lady Elizabeth Angelica Charlemagne, said, “And then she set fire to one of the girl’s hair! I’m serious, Mr. Player. I will not let this continue.”

“It’s Reaper.”

“Oh…Mr. Reaper. I am so glad you are finally able to talk. I understand that you are a terribly busy man. I would like to thank you for your generous contribution to our new aquatic center. The girls love it. As for this call, I must say I am extremely disturbed to say that though we have allowed your sister to attend our school, her behavior is less than advantageous. She is wantonly disobedient, exceedingly promiscuous, and severely lacks any qualities that our young ladies at the Helmuth College for Girls are renowned for.”

“What’s it gonna cost me now?” I moaned, rubbing my face, quickly getting to the crux of the matter. Since sending the tyrant to that school five years ago, the club has had to dish out over five hundred thousand dollars to keep that wandering terror out of trouble. She was bleeding the club dry faster than the IRS. “Another ten grand? Fifty? Hundred. Give me a number.”

The tyrant has been without a doubt the most significant pain in my ass since she hit puberty. The club agreed that sending her away to college was the best thing for her, plus it kept her away from the MC life. Apparently, many brothers believed she was too good for this life, and most didn’t want this for her. She needed the civ life, free of the sex, drugs, guns, and whatever else the club dipped its toes into. Mainly, they wanted to keep her safe from those who were still out there taking kids.

When Smoke found the Helmuth College for Girls, he researched it extensively. Hell, he even crossed the pond and visited the damn place, though they were not thrilled. Regardless of what they thought of us, they loved our money. Apparently, money was money, and money got the tyrant into the school.

“I am sorry, Mr. Reaper, but Mia hasn’t attended any of her classes in months. She was released from the school two days ago. I am only calling you out of courtesy.”

“Excuse me! Are you stupid!” I shout, signaling Hellhound to get the other officers fast. “Where is she?”

Great! She put that fucking tyrant on a fucking plane without a chaperone. I bet the next call I get is from the TSA!

“Her flight should have arrived this morning. I made sure a driver would pick her up and hand-deliver her to you.”

“Well, thank fuck, you stupid bitch. I am so happy you rid yourself of the tyrant and the club’s money we’ve spent at your school. I hope that new fucking pool we built last year was worth it because when I get through with you, I will own that fucking school, you stupid cunt!”

“No need for vulgarity, Mr. Reaper.”

“Fuck you,” I said before throwing the phone against the wall. “FUCK!”

“I hear Mia struck again,” Chaos grinned, walking into the chapel. Turning, I stared at one of my best friends and temporary V.P., who was deliberately smiling at me as he sat at the table and put his feet up. If it were anyone else, I would have planted my fist in his face, but Chaos was Chaos, and for some nefarious reason, the fucker loved that little shit.

“Laugh it up, Chaos. She’s coming home. I don’t have time to babysit her. She isn’t even here, and she’s already causing problems.”

“She’ll be twenty-one soon.” Chaos said, using his knife to clean his fingernails. “She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s legal and has been for a while. I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did. Besides, your mom misses her.”

“So?”

“So, let her stay. We save thousands of dollars. We can put a prospect on her, wherever she goes, so there are no problems, plus all of us can keep an eye on her.”

“You seriously want a prospect to guard her? She will eat that poor guy alive.”

“Not if we lay down some ground rules.”

“What happened?” Smoke asked, walking in with the rest of the officers.”

“The tyrant has been paroled. She’s on her way home,” Player said, grinning.

“Sweet!” Hellhound smiled. “Miss that little shit.”

“Fuck! I really don’t have time for this. I’ve got Remi to look after, a fucking human trafficker to find and kill, and whatever else is on the docket this month for the club. And don’t forget about the upcoming bike run. I’ve got no fucking time to deal with my sister.”

“We ain’t forget in’ shit, man. We get it. Our plates are full, but this is Mia we’re talking about,” Player said. “She’s one of us.”

“Then you deal with her. She’s your responsibility now,” I said, pointing my finger at Player before walking out of the chapel.

I couldn’t deal with them, Mia, and everything else.

My mind was reeling.

I needed a release.

It was all piling up too fast.

Too much too soon. FUCK!

My mind was whirling. Chaos blossomed all around me. I couldn’t concentrate. The room around me darkened, and the smell returned. That awful putrid smell, that churned my gut.

Gasping, I couldn’t breathe.

The air, stale, like vomit, choked me.

I could feel the walls closing around me as pain slithered up my spine. The fear of knowing what was next made me gag. I could feel his hands on me. He was close. I could hear his laughter as he came closer to me. I struggled to get out of the chains that held me as they cut into my skin. Blood bubbled then dripped down my ankles and wrist.

Bile rose in my throat. I was going to be sick.

A soft hand grabbed mine, pulling