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

something. He created this big tech company and now does all kinds of charity work. Now, you all know I don’t think like everyone else. I look beyond…”

“Like to infinity and beyond,” Savage snickered.

“Hey! Toy Story is an awesome movie, don’t knock it!” Ink chastised then continued. “What I’m saying is that when Remi saw this dude, she freaked man. She was calm and laughing one minute, and the next, she froze, scared. I’m just saying it wasn’t right.”

“Let me get this straight,” I said, rubbing my face. “You think this Wheatly dude, the owner of one of the biggest tech companies on the planet. The man who donates half his income to charities that help support less fortunate people and third world countries somehow knows Reynolds and is helping him hide?”

“Well,” Ink grinned. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know that.” Ink replied.

“I do.”

I looked at Phantom, who was typing once again on her laptop. I seriously wanted to know if she slept with that damn thing!

“Mr. Christopher Wheatly, owner, CEO, and CFO of Wheatly Enterprises has a mass wealth of over three trillion dollars. Over the years, he has brought the tech industry leaps and bounds into the future. He has even ventured into Hollywood and the pharmaceutical industry. The man has his hands in politics, medicine, land, space, you name it. He’s everywhere. He’s dined with Presidents, Congressmen, Big Businessmen, socialites, you name it. Hell, he even met the Pope.”

“Stop,” Player said, pointing to something on her screen. “Right there. Blow that up.”

Phantom did as Player asked, and both gasped.

Instantly both were typing on their computers. It was annoying. They didn’t talk, just typed. Whatever was going on in their collective mind was seriously pissing me off. “Do either of you have something to add?”

“Hang on,” Player said, typing at warp speed, while Phantom muttered something unintelligible.

“Seriously, if you two geeks don’t speak…”

“Got it!” Player shouted as Phantom groaned, then handed him a dollar bill. I wasn’t going to ask. Nope. Didn’t care.

Looking at my brother, I glared when he gulped, then spoke, “They’re working together.”

“And.”

“Here,” Phantom added, turning on the flat-screen TV she installed in church. I hated it, but it did have its uses. “Here, you see a compound in Mexico, and it’s heavily guarded. Look right here,” she said, using the cursor to lead us to where she wanted us to look.

“It’s an airstrip. And right here is a Cessna plane with the tail numbers TCE-53F. That’s the same plane that Chaos and Bullseye saw take off in Louisiana.”

“What does that have to do with Wheatly?” I asked, getting annoyed.

“The compound is owned by Wheatly.”

It was weak. I knew it was. Just because the plane Bullseye and Chaos saw was parked on that runway didn’t mean this mega-rich asshole was conspiring with Reynolds. And just because Ink said Remi had a reaction to a commercial wasn’t enough. The fact was, I needed to know what Remi knew. She saw and heard things. Things I know she would never forget as long as she lived. Those instances were seared into her mind forever.

Shaking my head, I replied. “Not enough. We need more.”

“Boss, that’s the plane,” Chaos said, making his voice heard.

“I know, and I believe you, but I’m not going after someone who may or may not have anything to do with Reynolds without proof. That’s what got my Pop’s in trouble and how we all got into this mess. We believed people without finding out the facts. I promised myself no more—facts before Fights. Find me the facts, and we go. In the meantime, how are were doing with the gates?”

Chaos sighed. “Bullseye and I have about eighty percent of them done. The cameras are in, and the building of the panic room downstairs is almost complete. We should have everything finished by the end of the week.”

“Anything else?”

When nobody said a word, I nodded to Ghost, who got up and left the room. “Phantom has been coming to our aid, helping Player, and recently she has become an integral part of this club. Her intel is solid, and she works tirelessly to find victims and their captors. She’s tough, smart, and a pain in my ass who has no problem calling me on my shit. She’s ballsy, and I like that. This club needs more people like her that aren’t afraid to fight. It’s time for a new chapter for this club, with new blood. Therefore, I’m paving a new path. All in favor of making Phantom a Golden Skull sister say aye.”

The room boisterously cheered yes as Ghost walked in with her new cut. Getting up, I walked over to her as Ghost handed me her new cut and said, “What do you say, Phantom? Want a bunch of brothers who will be all up in your business, never leave you alone, protect you as if you are their blood, and would happily die doing it?”

“Does that mean you are really going to start bossing me around?”

I grinned and nodded.

“Great,” she sighed, then snarled. “I’m still going to call you on your shit, you know. Just because you’re the President and I’m a woman doesn’t mean I will take crap from anyone.”

“I know,” I said, holding out the cut Ghost had made for her. Phantom looked at it and smiled as she turned around, and I helped her into the fine leather cut. It was a thing of beauty too. The Golden Skulls emblem hand-stitched on the back. Her name was stitched in gold over the right front pocket.

The room erupted as brothers each took their turn picking Phantom up and hugging her as she laughed and joked with them.

It was strange seeing a woman with our patch on her back. Yet, it felt right, like I was making progress. But looking past my brothers, I knew there was one place I hadn’t, and that was going to change tonight.

The clubhouse was rowdy as brothers, and cut sluts drank and celebrated the first female club member.