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

I laughed. “Bullseye knows what he’s doing. Just let him help.”

“Yeah.”

The door to the room opened, and in walked Healer with Remi’s doctor and Savage’s nurse, Jessica, who scowled when she saw him.

Both men were dressed in scrubs and white coats. It was odd seeing Healer in anything but his Golden Skulls cut, but he was a doctor. I knew he wore medical gear when working at the hospital. It was just a shock seeing him. He looked so different, like an honest to real god doctor.

“Reaper, I’ve scheduled the med-flight. It arrives in two hours and will fly Remi to Purgatory Memorial Hospital where I will continue her care.” Healer began, then looked at Savage. “Brother, can we have the room.”

Savage nodded, got to his feet, walked over to nurse Jessica, leaned down, and whispered something in her ear. The woman blushed, then smarted and turned on him, slapping him across the face.

Savage grinned and whistled, leaving the room.

Healer shook his head and continued. “Reaper, Doctor Delamont, and I ran a few more tests on Remi to find out why she isn’t waking up. Neurologically she is fine. There are no brain bleeds, swelling, nothing. When that came back all clear, we started looking in other areas.”

“Just tell me, Healer,” I said, reaching for her hand.

“She’s pregnant.”

“Excuse me.”

“I ran the test myself three times. Remi is pregnant. I want to get a Gynecologist in here to tell us how far along she is…”

Healer continued to talk, but I couldn’t hear him. My demon roared deep within me, wanting out. Looking at the woman lying on the bed, not moving, I feared for her. What would this do to her? Would she be able to survive it? What would she want to do? Would she keep it, abort it? I had no clue. I needed her to wake, to tell me what to do. Because all I wanted to do was rip the thing from her body. To protect her from that thing, a reminder of what she’d endured.

I couldn’t stand the thought of something vile and tainted growing deep within her. My demon wanted justice, to protect what was his. I was just about to get to my feet when her soft fingers tightened around mine. Looking at her hand, I tried to make sense of what was happening. My mind swirled in a black vortex of rage and retribution, yet that one squeeze, that simple flex of her fingers, brought me reeling back to the now. Getting to my feet, I kept hold of her hand as I leaned over her. “Remi,” I whispered. “Come back to me, baby. I need you to tell me what to do.”

Even when Healer and the other doctor listened to her heart, she never responded, checking her eyes for any movement. When they found nothing, they left me alone in the room with her and that thing.

“Baby, I need you to wake up now. I can’t make this decision by myself. I mean it, Remi. Tell me what to do.”

Her fingers tightened around mine again.

“Don’t do anything until Healer confirms the gustation, Reaper,” Grimm said, coming out of the shadows of the room. I knew he hadn’t left. The silent man never left. He stayed hidden, observing, listening to everything.

“She doesn’t need this Grimm.”

“What if it’s yours?”

“Huh,” I said, turning to look at him.

“That baby might be yours, Max,” Grimm stated softly. “I saw her fingers move. “She’s telling you to wait.”

“What if it isn’t mine.”

“Then do what you think is best. If she doesn’t wake and tell you differently, you make the decision. She may hate you for it, but she will be alive with no living reminder of what she endured. You can live with that.”

Nodding, I knew he was right. I would gladly live with that. Hate was an emotion I was familiar with. I lived with hate every day of my life. I would willingly accept my fate where she was concerned.

Several more nurses and Remi’s doctor and Healer came and went in the hours that followed, each doing their own test. Yet when they accompanied a female into the room who dragged a machine behind her, I stiffened. The time had come.

“Mr. Doherty, my name is Isabelle Chastain. I will be doing a vaginal ultrasound on Remi. Will you be staying in the room with her?”

I nodded, refusing to move. Instead, I watched as two nurses moved Remi’s legs, placing them in stirrups that were at the end of the bed. In a matter of minutes, the doctor had inserted a probe into Remi, and I cringed, praying she didn’t wake up to this intrusion. She needed to sleep and rest. I worried this nightmare of hers wouldn’t end anytime soon, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I needed more information.

“Okay,” Dr. Chastain said, pointing to a black and white screen. “There is the fetus. The baby has a good heartbeat, and everything looks good. From the measurements, I would say Remi is about seven to eight weeks along.”

At that moment, Grimm ran from the room shouting, “I’m going to be an Uncle!” to which Savage was heard celebrating with him. I looked down at Remi, tears falling from my eyes. I gently kissed her lips and whispered. “You hear that, baby. You are gonna be a momma. I’m gonna be a daddy. Please wake up. Tell me your happy about this.”

Nothing.

She never moved.

TWENTY-FIVE

REMI

I wish I could say I was happy to see Grimm when he found me in the small closet in that house, but I wasn’t. Instead, I said nothing, did nothing as he picked me up and carried me gently to one of the erected tents on the front of the property. I could see everyone working tirelessly to help those like me, who were taken and abused so wretchedly. I worried for the others,