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

help his scary appearance one bit, nor did the piercings, lots of them. From his eyebrows to nose, lips, ears, the man looked as if he had been blinged out by a bedazzler!

His amber eyes did give him a softer look, but when they locked onto me, fear trickled all around me. Nope, Snake was not a man I ever wanted to deal with in any circumstances. From an early age, I’d learned that a person’s eyes could tell me who was kind and who was evil. Now, I wasn’t saying Snake was evil per se, but the man was hiding something evil, and I didn’t want to find out what it was, ever.

“Hi, I’m Remi.”

Nothing. Not a single word, grunt, or whisp of air. Just total silence as both men just stared at me as if I were some glob of goo on a petri dish waiting to be dissected.

“Max said you would go shopping with me.”

Both men looked confused as if the words I was saying were foreign to them. Sighing, I looked around the clubhouse for anyone who could help translate, but there was no one, just the two silent Bobbsey Twins.

“Mall. I want to go to the mall.”

“Why?” Shamrock asked, still looking confused.

“I need clothes and other feminine things,” I informed, not that it was any of their business but figured the more truthful I was, the better they might understand.

“Can I bring Beulah? She hardly ever gets to go out,” Snake asked anxiously.

“Sure,” I cautiously replied, not sure who Beulah was or if we’d get along, but I was willing to meet anyone and get to know them. Besides, after a second or two, I figured that having another female go along just might make the day better. I didn’t have a lot of friends, and I was ready to make new ones.

“Well, if yer’ bringing her, then I am bringing Deloris.”

“Fine with me. Reaper never lets us bring our lovies.”

“Oh, how sweet! I can’t wait to meet them. The more, the merrier, I say. That’s my new motto. Bring whoever you want. We can make it a fun day.”

Both men looked at me and smiled, and before I could say another word, both men dashed out of the common room and up the stairs.

I wish I could tell you that I got along with Beulah and Deloris, and we were total BFFs by the time we got to the mall but considering that Beulah was an adorable Capuchin monkey with an aggressive attitude. Deloris was Shamrock’s Binturong, a bear-looking creature known as a ‘bearcat.’ Deloris was shocking, to say the least, but she smelled like popcorn and despite her size, she was surprisingly gentle. At first, I’d say the friendship was a teeny tiny bit on shaky ground, considering Beulah kept pulling my hair, but by the time we arrived at the mall, Deloris, Beulah, and I were best friends.

Though I wasn’t so sure how either of them would get Deloris or Beulah into the mall, apparently, they had no problem because when people saw them, they quickly turned and walked away.

So, there I was, walking the Purgatory Mall with two larger-than-life bikers who were scarier than their overly vivacious pets.

“What do you think about this one?” I asked, holding up a matching set of pink pajamas that looked ultra-comfy.

“Why you wanna get that?” Shamrock asked, scouring the racks himself as if he were searching for something particular. “I would have thought Reaper would prefer ya nekkid.”

“Max and I aren’t like that.”

“Like what?” Snake asked, walking over, leaning against the wall.

“Why you call him Max? His name is Reaper,” Snake asked, petting Beulah.

“Because he’s always been Max to me.”

“But his name is Reaper.”

“Now see…I don’t understand that. Why does everyone call Max Reaper and Uncle Peter, Hellhound?”

“Road names,” Shamrock said, holding up a black tank top with skulls on it with matching shorts to me. Shaking my head, he put them back. “When a brother gets patched in, they get a road name, but not us because Shamrock and Snake are our names.”

“Kinda a big deal. Big party too, lots of pussy,” Snake grinned.

“Will I get one? Well…minus the pussy, that is.”

“No,” Shamrock said. “Women aren’t’ allowed in the club.”

“Well, that isn’t fair,” I said, stopping my search looking at them both.

“You can be Reapers ol’Lady,” Shamrock offered.

“What’s that?”

“Reapers, woman.”

Confused, I asked, “Max has a woman. Like a girlfriend?”

Both men laughed. “No. Reaper just fucks. Hard.”

“So, who is his old Lady?”

“You,” Shamrock grinned. “He claimed you.”

“Huh? When?”

“When you got here.”

“So, I’m his girlfriend?”

“No. His woman. Not a cut-slut, or whore, his woman.”

“Well,” I grinned. “I’m glad I’m not any of the others.”

“Stop confusing her, Shamrock,” Snake groused. “Remi, it’s easy. When a club member claims a woman, they’re protected. No one can touch them, ever. Reaper claimed you. You are his woman, and we show you that respect.”

“How bout’ this one?” Shamrock asked, holding up a red corset with silk ties, a G-string, and fishnet thigh highs.

Gulping, my face heated, and gently shook my head no.

“Why not? It looks comfortable,” Shamrock asked, inspecting the material. “Real soft, too.”

“Yeah Remi, I’m sure Reaper would like that one.” Snake added.

“Really?” I asked, walking over to check out the material myself. It was soft. Even the corset was made of a fabric that wouldn’t bind or itch.

“I say you get it, step on the wild side,” Shamrock said, handing me the outfit. The outfit was definitely out of my comfort zone. I usually would never wear anything that risqué, but I was trying to live my life to the fullest, and sometimes I would just have to take a leap of faith. I wondered what Max, crap…I really needed to start calling him Reaper. I wondered what Reaper would think of the outfit. Would he like me in an outfit like this? I mean, I’ve been wearing his t-shirts and boxers to bed. They were comfortable but too big. I couldn’t go on forever wearing his clothes.

Nope,