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

said, throwing the file on top of the others. I said nothing as the file opened, showing everyone a picture of a brother, they thought they could trust.

“Son of a bitch,” Player said, grabbing the file first. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“When do you want to cull him?” Ghost asked, stretching his arms over his head as if he were bored. Reaper had to give it to his V.P. The man was a rock. Nothing ever phased him.

“Tonight. Best rip the band-aid off fast.”

Savage reached for his cell as a text came in. Reading it, he said. “Reaper, Healer is at the gate and wants to know why the fuck he can’t get in. He says, and I quote, I’ve been on my feet for forty-eight hours, open the gate before I plow through it.”

“Go get him Savage. Only you and say nothing.”

As Savage left, I looked at the rest of the men before me. They were the good ones. The ones that had no secrets to hold, the ones I trusted above all the others. I would die for these brothers, and I knew they would do the same.

“Player, I need you, Bayou, Viper, and Smoke to gather all these files and do your thing. Find and locate each dead-soul and put them in order of elimination. I don’t care how you boys do it. Just get it done.”

“Chaos, with Ghost home, I need your enforcing skills once again. I can’t keep letting Grimm and Savage do all the dirty work. I know you don’t like it, but that’s where I need you. I am pairing you with Bullseye. I can’t have him around Savage, with the big lug trying to kill him. So, when this night is over, get with Bullseye and get caught up on what he’s been doing.”

“Ghost, bring in the next herd.”

SIXTEEN

REMI

By the time Grimm pulled to a stop, it was so dark, I felt as if I could reach up and touch the stars. But that was never going to happen because my whole body was sore. Maybe sore wasn’t the right word, more like severe muscle aches, tense back, and not to mention the fact that I couldn’t move my legs, like …at all!

“Grimm, go on inside and get the lights turned on. Remi doesn’t like the dark,” Shamrock said, getting off his bike. “Stay there, Remi. I know you hurt. I’ll help you in a minute.”

I nodded, just thankful that the ride was over, and I could finally stretch my legs a bit. As for where I was, I had no clue. Grimm had taken so many twists and turns I felt as if I were a Yo-Yo. But in the end, none of it mattered because he finally stopped the damn bike.

“Sham?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did Max make me leave with Grimm?”

“I don’t know, babe.”

“Do you think everything is okay? I mean, there were a lot of Fed’s there, and they were looking for me.”

“I’m sure Reaper will handle that. My job is you, Remi. Where you go, I go.”

“What happened to Snake?”

“I don’t know. I thought he would have followed, but he didn’t.” Shamrock said worriedly. I knew he loved Snake like a brother, and since I’d been at the compound, those two were never apart. It felt odd just having Shamrock without Snake to back him up, but what did I know. Sham was right. Max knew what he was doing. I just wished he were here as well.

“Okay, doll,” Shamrock said, walking towards me. “I’m going to lift you off the bike. It’s going to hurt like hell, but the faster you get the blood flowing into your legs, the quicker you’ll feel better, okay?”

I nodded and braced myself. True to his word, the second Shamrock lifted me off the bike, I felt blood rush to my lower half, and then the tingles of pain began. I moaned, trying hard not to cry out because of the intense sensation, but nothing I did could stop the whimpers as my body adjusted to normalcy.

Just as Shamrock and I made it to the porch, Grimm walked out and headed towards his bike.

“Where ya going?” Shamrock asked, but the large man said nothing. Getting on his bike, he looked at Shamrock and then nodded to the cabin as if that clarified everything.

Shamrock muttered something I couldn’t understand as he helped me walk up the stairs into the cabin. We both turned as Grimm’s bike roared to life once again and peeled off into the darkness. “Well, Remi, it looks like it’s just you and me.”

Of course, that was not the case when we heard a car come up the drive about twenty minutes later. Moving quickly to the window, Shamrock peeked outside then sighed. “It’s Patty.”

Opening the door, Shamrock helped the young mother with her two sleeping boys into the cabin. I didn’t know what was going on, but my heart went out to them seeing the young boys. I rushed to help as best I could, taking bags from them so they wouldn’t jostle the sleeping boys.

As I placed the bags on one of the many couches in the living room, I heard the woman say, “Got a text from Ghost. I didn’t even know he was back. He told me to pack light and get the hell out of town. He gave me this address and told me, and the boys would be safe here. What’s going on, Shamrock?”

“Ghost?” Shamrock asked, shocked, then looked at me as if he were making sure I was still in the room. He then turned and looked out the window as if searching for something or someone. He was really acting weird, unlike his usual creepy self. Something big was going on, and as much as I wanted to call Reaper, my gut was telling me to wait.

“Yeah, it was from Ghost. What is going on?”

“Who’s Ghost?” I asked, never hearing the name before.

“No questions. Not in front