Page 47 of Golden Atonement

He would never hurt me like they did.

All Max wanted was to love me.

To give me the family I never had.

Shadow smirked. “Now there’s the Remi I know. Hold on to that feeling because your war is just beginning.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What? Has no one told you that Reaper’s gone dark? He’s fully embraced his demon, and you are the only one who can save him. Because if you don’t and Montana has to put him down, then that bastard is going to waltz in and take over the Golden Skulls. That’s why Kansas and his brothers want nothing to do with him. It’s not the first time Montana has done something like that. There is a reason the Soulless Sinners are the biggest MC in the world.”

“What are you saying?” I gasped.

The office door slammed open and Kansas and his brothers rushed in. Seeing the worry on their faces, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Need to get you to the safe room, Remi. Satan’s Angels are attacking.”

Dakota didn’t waste time when he grabbed my arm, quickly ushering me from the office. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Shadow standing there, staring at me.

What in the hell did he mean by that?

February 15, 2024

Reaper

Later that afternoon in Lawton, Oklahoma,

This was a clusterfuck.

From the shadows, I watched Satan’s Angels get themselves into position. I counted at least four chapters that converged near the area. That was close to a hundred men. I knew Sandman was out there somewhere watching, just waiting for the right time to attack. It was coming. I knew that. Just like I knew these fuckers were waiting for the sun to set.

Stupid fucking rookie mistake.

I could see them moving into position.

They were gearing up to breach the compound. They were only here for one thing, and it would be over my dead cold body before I allowed them anywhere near her.

She was mine.

Mine to protect.

Until death do us part.

I was going to kill them all, and when I was done, I was going to finish this fucking mess and let the chips fall where they lay. I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was done. Tired of all the lies and deceptions.

It was time the fucking world knew the truth.

The whole motherfucking truth.

If these fuckers wanted a fight, then I was going to give them one.

I was done waiting.

Moving quickly in the shadows, stealthy and deadly quiet, I approached three of the Satan’s Angels. I swung my metal blade through the air, systematically beheading three men at once.

That was when I spotted Sandman, running through the darkness, knives in his hands, while he did what came naturally to him. Slicing his way through, killing everyone he came in contact with; like me, he left nothing to chance.

No one wearing a Satan’s Angels patch would survive this night. I watched Sandman throw his knife. It landed in the back of the head of a Satan’s Angel, right before he snapped the neck of another.

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