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

Smiling, I held up my hand to stop Sunny from the tirade she was indeed gearing up for. Sunny looked so much like Remi. It was uncanny, and from the fire, I saw in her eyes; apparently, she’d inherited her sister’s temper too. Since returning from Louisiana with Remi, I had gotten to know Sunny and Jax very well. They were good kids and adapted to the Golden Skull life quickly. They were good kids and were happy to be around their big sister, from what I gathered. Their parents always included Remi in everything, from birthdays to Christmas. The kids knew of their bigger sister and that she was out there somewhere and that someday she would find them.

According to my mother, when she arrived at the hospital in upstate Washington, the kids were happy that they were finally going to meet Remi. Even Sunny seemed a little apprehensive at first, but thanks to my mother, was ready to start over again.

“Reaper, save me!” Jax squealed, tugging on my cut. Turning to the little varmint, I sighed. “What did you do now, Jax?”

“Nothing, I swear!”

“Liar!” Sunny shouted, moving closer.

“Jax, what did I say about lying?” I asked sternly.

The young boy sighed and looked down at his feet. “Lying isn’t allowed in the Golden Skulls. Tell the truth, own it and accept the consequences.”

“And what else?”

Jax sighed again and looked me in the eye. “Always look the person in the eye.”

“Good. Now, what happened?”

“I took one of Sunny’s crutches and made a hanging bar.”

“A what?”

“You know, a hanging bar. Like Savage uses when he works out. How else am I going to get muscles like him so I can protect my sisters. I am the man of the family now. I have to get big and strong, so no one takes them again.”

Closing my eyes, I counted to ten. This kid should be playing with cars, climbing trees, instead he wanted to be stronger to protect his sisters. The kid had a heart of gold. Ghost was chuckling behind me, while Sunny tapped her dainty foot on the hardwood floor, waiting for me to take care of the problem or move so she could.

Not a moment's peace, anywhere.

“Savage!” I roared, making Sunny and Jax jump. I waited a few seconds before the big lug came walking into the room eating a sandwich.

“Yeah boss?”

Grabbing Jax by the scruff of his neck, I gently pushed him towards Savage. “Jax wants muscles like you. Build him something so he can work out, so he’s not destroying Sunny’s things.”

“Sure thing boss,” Savage grinned at Jax. “Come on, kid. Whatcha lifting, five pounds, ten? Are you stretching before? Gotta stretch, or you’ll rip something. That’s not good.”

I said nothing as Savage and Jax walked off talking about the do’s and don’ts of weightlifting. Turning to Sunny, I smiled. “I’ll get Healer to get you another set of crutches.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, then asked. “How is Remi?”

“Still the same, sweetheart.”

“Do you think I could sit with her today?”

“Come on, I’ll help you up the stairs.”

“Thank you.”

Nodding, I looked over at Ghost, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Tell Player and Phantom to meet me in church in fifteen minutes.”

I didn’t bother waiting for Sunny to walk as I picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs myself. After depositing her next to her sister and getting rid of everyone else in the room, I left Sunny alone with Remi.

Going back downstairs, I headed for church and sighed when I noticed it was blissfully quiet. Sitting in my seat at the front of the table, I took a few minutes to clear my head.

I knew having Remi’s siblings in the clubhouse wasn’t ideal, but I didn’t trust anyone with them at the house, not even if my mother was there, and she offered. The kids were taking everything in stride, and I was thankful for that. What I needed was Remi to wake up and start telling me what to do. I didn’t like feeling as if I was always second-guessing myself. I hated indecisions and where those kids were concerned. That was precisely how I felt.

The longer Remi slept, the more I worried she’d never wake up. I knew there was nothing physically wrong with her. She had been medically cleared. With her still sleeping, I was beginning to wonder what the fuck did they do to her in Louisiana. I imagined the worst, and that just fueled my demon. The fact of the matter was that other than knowing they violated her and the physical wounds she received, I didn’t realize the psychological damage that was done to her. Healer agreed what happened had to be immense, and only Remi could tell us to what extent when she woke up.

If she woke.

“Reaper, we have a problem,” Player said, walking in church with Phantom, Ghost, Massacre, and Viper behind them.

Sighing, I tilted my head back, groaning. “What now?”

“Pavlov?” Phantom said, sitting down and opening her laptop. I wondered if the damn thing was attached to her. Did she take it with her to shit? Did she sleep with it? Every time I saw her, she had that damn machine with her. “The fucker had a tracker in him. My fault, really. I should have figured that out when he kept quiet. He was too smug, always laughing at us. I’ve removed it and destroyed it, but I am positive they have our location.”

“So?”

Phantom looked at Player, who shrugged his shoulders. She then turned back to me and said, “So, his organization knows where he is at. More specifically, who has him.”

“So?”

“Reaper, this is the Bratva. I am talking about the Russian Mob, the worst criminals to ever walk the earth. They don’t talk. They kill,” Player added, trying to clarify what Phantom was saying, but I already knew what it meant. Trouble was coming. It always was. At least this time, I had a