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

sleeping, nightmares of what she went through keeping me awake. I tried to play everything off, but Remi knew.

“It’s not broke,” Healer said, walking in and sitting in his chair. “Gonna be bruised for a few days, but he’ll live.”

“He deserved more,” I said, looking out the window towards the front gate, waiting for her return.

“She will be fine, Reaper. Sham, Viper, Grimm, and Chisel are with her. They are going to Stacie’s. She will be perfectly safe.”

“I know,” I muttered. “Already called Brian and asked him to have a patrol car parked out front.”

The door opened and in walked Ghost carrying his daughter Rebekah, my niece. I still hadn’t heard what happened between him and my sister. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. The only thing saving Ghost was that he and Mia were married, and he adored his daughter. Ghost put Rebekah down, and she latched on to his leg.

I still hadn’t gotten to know the little girl, but she was a shy little thing. She was a good mix between Mia and Ghost, but in my opinion, she mostly looked like Ghost. “Phantom said she’d have an update later today. I’ve got the prospects, Billy and Jake, doing shitter duty, Ink has clients lined up today, and Savage needs two drivers to help with repos. I sent Axel and Bayou to help him. Chaos called and said the club needs a new bartender. He had to fire William for fucking one of the dancers. Smoke said whenever you are ready to break ground on the new housing project, we can. He finally got the permits from the city. Also, the mayor called and said that this year’s fall festival needs more volunteers. He wants to know if you could spare some of the brothers to help run the booths and such? As for the rest of them, everyone is at their respective jobs, minus the four that went with Remi to the salon.”

“Sounds good. Have everyone here for church at five. Anyone late can help the prospects for the rest of the week.”

Ghost nodded and sent out the mass text immediately. When he was done, he picked up his daughter and left, leaving me alone with Healer once more.

“You need to talk, Reaper,” Healer said after a few minutes of silence. “Keeping everything bottled up isn’t healthy. Eventually, you’re going to blow. When that happens, people generally get hurt.”

“I’m handling it.”

“Really? Because I don’t see you talking to the therapist I found. She’s legit Reaper. Checked her out myself. She specifically deals with physical trauma.”

“I know. Remi likes her.”

“You should talk to her. She comes by every Friday morning.”

“I will.”

“When?”

“When I’m damn good and ready, okay?” I shouted. “What I need is that fuckers head on a spit. I need him dead, Healer. Until that happens, I won't talk about shit, okay?”

“Reaper,” Healer said cautiously. “Reynolds will get what’s coming to him. I know it. We all do. Everyone is searching for him. But until we find him, you and Remi need to talk, to heal. You can’t do that if you’re about to blow. What would happen if Remi were around and that happened?”

“I’d never hurt her.” I firmly stated. Healer nodded but added, “I know that, but when you get into your blind rage, you don’t see anything, Reaper. All you see is blood. The need for it. You crave it. The last time you went off, it took five brothers to stop you from killing Player, all because he hadn’t found Remi yet. You need to talk to someone man.”

“I know,” I whispered, looking back out the window towards the front gates, blinked, and then dove for the floor as I shouted, “Incoming!”

THIRTY-ONE

REMI

“Are you sure it looks okay,” I asked Mia as she drove through the back gates of the compound, needing to stop by Ghost’s house for something before we headed back to the clubhouse.

“Girl, you look freaking awesome!” Mia said, turning into the driveway of a beautiful ranch house. I look to my left and saw Max’s home and wondered when we’d be moving in there. The house was ready, according to Shamrock. Everything I’d ordered had been delivered. Sham told me that he and a few of the brothers set everything up for us. All we had to do was move in. “I’ll be just a minute.”

Nodding, I patiently waited as Mia ran into the stunning ranch home. Touching my hair, I didn’t know what Max was going to think. When Mia suggested going to the salon, I didn’t want to. I knew there was nothing anyone could do. My hair was gone. But she assured me that beauticians were miracle workers and to trust her. So, I did.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to admit it looked damn close to my original. Not as long, but the color and feel were about right. The only significant difference was the curls. There were none. It looked as if I flat ironed my hair that and the bangs. Why I let Mia talk me into them, I would never know. I hated bangs.

Mia jumped back into the large SUV and smiled. “Okay, Chica. Let’s go show that lug head what a beautiful woman he has!”

I laughed as Mia pulled out of the drive and headed down the hill towards the clubhouse. The compound was beautiful, with homes spread out over the hills, looking down into the small valley where the clubhouse sat, along with a few small club businesses and two barns. The place was covered with plentiful fruit trees, tall evergreens, and lush green grass. With the ocean to the west, the area looked like the garden of Eden. It was stunning.

Mia parked behind the clubhouse and shut off the engine. As we both stepped out, I spotted the trailing SUV as it came around to park next to us as Sham, Viper, Grimm, and Chisel got out,