Page 1 of Reaper

Chapter 1

Reaper

This meeting was turning out to be a shitshow. I grabbed the gavel and banged it a few times until they all shut their mouths.

“They took our shipment, and until we get it back, we take their club’s, princess,” I said, watching a few brothers' jaws drop. “We need to show them that actions have consequences. I've had enough of them, and this was the last straw.”

My dad should’ve killed their prez when he had the chance. His sons were a chip off the old block. My inheritance to deal with.

I glanced at Widower and Animal. They were my VP and Sergeant-at-arms. They would know exactly how to get everything in place.

“You two get the location and timings. We go in armed and in their territory if need be,” I said grimly. “Keep me in the loop.”

Animal grinned and nodded. He was always ready for a fight. My VP had a smirk on his face.

“I think you met once,” he murmured.

I tossed the gavel at him, but he caught it.

“This is business, and I saw her one time years ago when she was a pimply kid,” I said, frowning. The last thing on my mind was pussy.

I hoped she was a little easier on the eyes now. She had three older brothers in The Satan’s Spawns MC. She was either going to be a spoilt little bitch or more manly than Animal.

I glanced at him as he scratched his balls before he began to move his dick around in his jeans.

“Scar, do we have any other business on the agenda for today?”

He glanced down at the paper before him and shook his head.

“Where are we keeping her when she gets here?”

I grinned at Fury’s question. We didn't have many women on the compound, just some of the older members and old ladies who came in to help out.

“She is going to be in my room, or if she is a pain in the ass, she can go to the Shed,” I said.

My room was more like an apartment, so I could shove her in the smaller bedroom, which conveniently had a lock. My dad had sunk every penny into buying the warehouse and the surrounding land, but we had built our MC up together. We were the first independent MC in the UK, which was also the problem. We had one shaky alliance, but the Spawns had the backup from the English, Scottish and European chapters.

They snickered like school girls at my answer. I didn't give a shit. I couldn't let her escape or let anything happen to her. Things could get rowdy in the club at times.

“Remember what I said we tighten up all of our security, only club members from now on. Anyone who lets random people in or sneaks women in there will be severe consequences. If you want to fuck do it outside the compound or with the vetted bunnies.”

I paused to stare at them before nodding to Widower. We had more than one fire to put out.

Widower stood up and dismissed everyone.

???

My brothers had more than delivered. Within two weeks, we had the girl’s schedule. There was only one spot, once a week, where she had only one club member with her. Her father kept her well protected.

There were five of us about to walk into the bustling cafe. Widower was going to take the club member I would take the girl. The rest were there as a precaution. I peered into the window before looking back at my brothers.

“You stupid fucks. She is there with two of her brothers.” I looked around the parking lot and spied three bikes.

“Maybe they fancied a bite to eat today?” Animal said, shrugging his shoulders.

This made things a little more complicated, but this is what I had decided to do against my father's advice. I was sick of being fucked around. This shit hadn’t started weeks ago when they stole from us. The history expanded over decades.

I glanced at Widower, who nodded his head. He knew how much this meant for me, for our club, and it was time.

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