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

called her that, I will kick your asses! But no, she is going to fight like hell and take names later.”

“So, you are suggesting we just roll up to this hotel, walk in as if nothing is wrong and knock on the fucking door?”

“Yeah.”

“Viper, did you manage to find out why she was really in San Francisco? Because I know it had nothing to do with a master’s program, as Caroline said.”

“And you’d be right. So, like Massacre said, if any of you tell Mia I dug into her life, I too will kick your asses. With that said, I checked on the fancy finishing school first, and though Mia was enrolled, she graduated remotely. So, when that head Mistress bitch said Mia hadn’t been attending class, she was correct. Mia has been a jet setter for the last couple of months, from what I can gather since we shipped her across the pond. Since she didn’t live in the dorm the school provided, finding any neighbors to talk to me was hard. Apparently, they really like Mia and not us so much. However, I managed to get her passport. I saw that our Tyrant has been hopping around Europe, Asia, and parts of Russia like a fucking bunny. I ran a check on all the places she visited lately, and you are not going to like this, but every place she visited, our mark, Pavlov was there.”

I froze at that information. What the fuck was she up to? I knew Pavlov, and he knew me, but what did Mia have to do with this? There is no way Mia could have known what I was doing for her father. And I was positive that Pavlov knew nothing of Mia.

“Then there is her sudden return to the states, specifically San Francisco, which also coincided with Pavlov’s arrival in the states. I don’t know, man, but something feels fucking off about this shit. Tyrant is smart. We all know this. Genius-level smart, but nothing makes sense. She has no ties to Pavlov, never even met the man as far as I know, yet, for the last couple of months, she has been in the exact location as this fucker, and then she disappears? No, this isn’t adding up. If I were to guess, I think she was tracking him, but why?”

My stomach started to churn as I listened to Viper speak. The more he said, the worse my gut felt. When I got my hands-on Mia, I was going to strangle her.

“Then I found something really odd. Do any of you know if Tyrant has a medical condition? I mean, something that she would need to see a doctor for? Because the year we shipped her off, Tyrant was in the care of Shaman Baddi Shabai, a local Bedouin healer. I have payments she made to him that she is still paying today. I can’t find anything on this guy, he doesn’t even have a fucking cell phone, yet when I investigated her bank statements, there are several payments to this man. What’s even more puzzling is that over the last three years, the payments doubled?”

Chaos added, “I don’t know anything about this shaman guy, but right after her father’s funeral, Tyrant became withdrawn, which is not like her at all. Then one day, a few weeks later, she asked us to send her to that fucking school abroad. Now, I’ve been around that brat since I was seventeen, and not once had she ever acted that way before. I brushed it off, thinking she just needed to get away. With all the changes to the club, her pops funeral, half the brothers disappearing overnight, I thought it was too much for her.”

Listening to the brothers discuss Mia’s life, I had my own hunch about why Mia was acting strangely, why she needed to leave fast, live in her own apartment, and for the mysterious payments, but I wasn’t ready to think about that. If I did, I was going to go ballistic and rain down the fires of hell before I whipped her ass from here to eternity. Nope, I wasn’t going to go there. I couldn’t. Not until I looked that brat in the eyes and saw her for myself.

Because the second I gave credence to my theory, I knew my life was over. Reaper was going to kill me, Caroline was going to lecture me, and if Pops were alive, he’d castrate me. So nope, I wasn’t going there. Mia was a mega-bitch, but she was my bitch.

She had been true to her name that day. A total tyrant. I wish I could say I had temporarily lost my mind when I found her at Player’s apartment, that I couldn’t remember what I did next, but I would be lying as I remembered slapping her ass, as I threw her on my bike in just a damp towel. I remembered when the towel flew off her, and she rode the rest of the way home naked for all to see. I remembered pulling up to the clubhouse and me dragging her through it to my room, and the next thing I remembered was hauling her up against me as I kissed her.

Mia melted into my arms, kissing me like it was going out of style. I just wanted to get my hands all over her, my cock growing larger with each erotic impulse. I reached down and firmly took hold of her ass as she grabbed onto my neck to pull my mouth closer to hers. I hoisted her up as she wrapped her long legs around my waist, grinding herself on my cock. I moved my hands to every spot I could reach, nuzzling on her ears and taking in a deep breath of her beautiful hair.

Her scent was driving me crazy. Entangled together, I walked her to my bed, barely remembering to shut the door behind me. Laying her down on the soft sheets, I made