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

“No therapist, Healer.”

“Stubborn asses,” the man muttered. “Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. You need me. You know where I’m at.”

With that, Healer left the room.

“Shamrock, can you please take the kids downstairs,” Max asked, his eyes never leaving mine. I saw anger and fear in his eyes, yet I didn’t feel the need to soothe him this time. I had my own questions I needed answered, and before he even thought we were right, he was going to answer them.

A wave of anger I’d never felt before boiled deep in my gut as I stared at Max, remembering everything that I endured because of him. He worked with those vile creatures, torturing, raping, and killing. He made money off it. He knew and did nothing. If he thought I’d just jump into his arms, he was sorely mistaken. I may not know everything, but before I left this place, I would know it all—every depraved detail. I was done being scared. I had my siblings and a baby that needed me. My time of self-pity was over. Now, Max got to deal with the new me. The me I was meant to be all along.

The real Remi Anderson.

Shamrock said nothing as he picked up my sister and nudged Jax, who was still hugging me. “Come on, bud, let's go get some ice-cream. I think Caroline made a fresh batch.” Soon, my siblings and Shamrock were gone leaving me alone with Max.

When the door shut behind them, I yanked my hand from his and slapped him hard across the face. “You bastard. You worked with those assholes. How could you!”

“Baby.”

“No! You don’t get to baby me. Do you have any idea what happened to me? What they did to me? Your brothers. Men that wore the Golden Skulls on their backs. They were vile Max. They laughed. They thought it was funny. They bragged about how much money they were going to make. You were going to make. They tortured and raped so many before my eyes. They had no souls! They were evil, just like you, and you let them take me!”

Max said nothing as I continued condemning him. “Uncle Peter worked for them. He told me you did too. You all did. I watched Snake slice Chisel’s throat. Then they handed me over to that vile fuck Darrin Reynolds. I tried telling Peter he was the Collector, but he wouldn’t listen to me. I watched as that bastard shot and killed Snake and Peter. Dead. Their blood was all over me! And you knew! You worked with him. Helping him to steal people so you could make money. How in the hell am I ever going to trust anything you ever say? You don’t tell me anything. You keep everything bottled up. You won’t even talk to me.”

“I know you don’t trust me.”

“Your damn right I don’t.”

“But trust this, baby. When I find Darrin Reynolds, I will kill him.”

“What about the others, huh? What about the men who are still out there kidnapping, and raping, and selling these people to others? What about them? You talk about protecting me, but you can’t. No one can. They are everywhere Max. They don’t care who they take. And people like you just see dollar signs. All we are is cattle to you.”

Max grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You are not cattle. You are mine. I love you. Yes, I fucked up. I didn’t know until you were gone. I knew when I went down to Louisiana that you’d never trust me again. I accepted that because you mean more to me than my own life. You hear me, Remi. I’m saying I love you.”

Tears were falling fast down my cheeks as I whispered. “Love didn’t stop them from raping me Max. I told them I belonged to you, and they laughed at me. They laughed!”

Max hugged me to him tightly as he cried too. “I know, baby. I killed them all. None of them will ever hurt another person again. Their souls were mine, and I collected them. Never again baby. I swear it. Never again.”

I don’t know how long I stayed in his arms as I cried. In a way, I thought it cathartic. I cried in the arms of the devil.

The Reaper.

As he wept too.

The days wore on, and I found myself with more energy but still unable to stand for long periods of time. Healer wasn’t joking around when he said short bursts. My max time was ten minutes tops before I got weak and needed to sit back down. The brothers had taken it upon themselves to carry me around; that way, I was still apart of everything in the club, but that didn’t last long when Max found out. Since then, I’d been helped by the therapist Healer had hired. Her name was Elizabeth, and she was sweet. She’d moved to northern California a few years ago from New York wanting a fresh start.

I was sitting on one of the loungers in the common room, enjoying the bright sun as it filtered in from the front doors. Shamrock had made me a little space near the front of the common room, so I could feel as if I were outside but still secured within the clubhouse. It was sweet of him, but I really wanted to feel the sun on my face. The brothers were going about their day as if nothing were wrong as they laughed and joked like normal. I watched as my brother Jax followed Savage, talking a mile a minute. Savage laughed at something Jax said and then picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder. My brother laughed loudly, enjoying the roughness.

My sister Sunny was currently shopping at the mall with Caroline. Apparently, Caroline said that Sunny needed some more clothes. I didn’t understand why considering she had a full closet at the