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

heads up, so that was a plus. The fact of the matter was, I didn’t give a shit. If the Bratva wanted to come into my territory and cause trouble, then let them. My demon was still bloodthirsty. The soul I wanted was still missing, my woman was still in some fucking sleep state because of him, and I had a kid on the way that I had no fucking clue how to raise. Yeah, my plate was full. Full of bullshit, and I was tired of it.

“And?”

Massacre added, “Boss, are you not listening. We are going to have company soon and not the kind that wants tea.”

This shit was never going to end. I was getting sick and tired of everyone thinking they could walk into my compound and do whatever the fuck they wanted. This club wasn’t some pansy-ass girls club. It was comprised of hardened criminals, bloodthirsty men, killers. They were supposed to look death in the eyes and laugh. Men who didn’t take shit from anyone. Yet, looking at the scared bitches before me, I wondered when they started pissing sitting down.

“What about Reynolds?” I asked, looking at Phantom.

“Who cares about him. The fucking Russian Mob is on their way to get their leader!” Massacre shouted, making Phantom jump.

That was it.

Enough!

And that right there was when my demon roared. I was done being the bitch boy for others who think they knew better. I was at my limit.

No more.

Enough of this shit.

Getting to my feet, I stretched, then walked out of church and headed for the basement where Sergio Pavlov had been getting the royal treatment. Walking down the stairs, I ignored Healer, who was stocking some shelves and entered the guest bedroom. Well, more like a cell, with no bars or windows. Hell, it didn’t even have a bed. Just a metal chair bolted to the floor. Flinging the door open, the man of the hour spit in my direction. Grinning, I shook my head, reached for my blades, slashing them through the air, slicing the fucker in half. Turning swiftly, I extended my arm, cutting through his neck, as his head went flying in the air. As his blood spewed throughout the room, I turned, damn near bumped into Ghost and Player, who stood slack-jawed. “Problem fixed. Slice and dice the motherfucker and burn the pieces.”

“Healer walked over, looked inside the room, then at the clock and said, “Time of death, 3:47pm.”

Nodding, I headed back upstairs as Ghost, Player, Massacre and Viper were all yelling and arguing that I had just made a big mistake. For the last couple of weeks, I fought indecision, hysteria, loneliness, fear, guilt, inadequacies, and so much more, and I was tired of it all. I was fed up with people telling me what I could do and couldn’t do. I was tired of being yanked along on a fucking leash like a damn dog. Mostly I was tired of doing what everyone thought I should do. I was the fucking President of the God Damned Golden Skulls! My word was law. I made the decisions. I made the fucking rules. Rounding on my brothers, I shouted. “I am the fucking president of this damn club. I rule. You follow. I say who lives and who fucking dies! Now stop being pussies and grow a pair. We got incoming, then be fucking men and take care of it! I’ve got enough shit to deal with. All of you have gotten complacent. Well, that shit ends now. We are fucking Golden Skulls. We take care of our own with blood. That’s our motto. Blood before others. Own it. Live it. Breathe it. If not, get the fuck out of my club! Understood?”

My brothers silently nodded their heads.

“If one more person doubts my ability to lead, I will reap your fucking soul. Now go clean up that fucking mess downstairs before I hear Healer bitch about a decomposing body. Then lock down this fucking place. The fucking Russian mob wants a fucking war. Well, they picked the wrong fucking club to mess with. Phantom, find me Darrin-fucking-Reynolds!”

With that, I headed back to church and slammed the door behind me.

TWENTY-SEVEN

REMI

I don’t know why I chose to wake at that exact moment, but something shifted within me. It felt as if some unforeseen force was calling to me, shouting at me to wake up. When I did, I noticed the sun was shining when I opened my eyes. It felt good to have some control over my body. My brain was still foggy, but I remembered everything. Looking about the room, I knew I wasn’t in a hospital anymore. I was in Max’s room, back at the compound in northern California. I still didn’t know what to believe. I wanted to believe Max, but there was so much I still didn’t know.

I wasn’t shocked to see nothing had changed. The room was as it was the last time I was here. The only difference was the curtains were pulled back, and the window was open, so I could feel the cool breeze and hear the ocean off in the distance. It was a lovely day. Stretching a bit, I felt something move against my face. Reaching up, I touched a rubber tube that was taped to my nose. I tried to tug on it, but it hurt when I did, so I left it alone.

“Remi,” a soft young voice whispered. Turning, I saw a young girl sitting beside me. She was pretty, with long blonde waves that went past her shoulders. A spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks and plump rosy lips. She was adorable. When I looked into her eyes, I smiled. Though I’d never met her, I’d know her anywhere. She was me. “Sunny?”

My sister jumped from her seat, tears running down her face as she hugged me tightly. I tried not to wince. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her to me,