Reaper: Soulless Bastards MC MIami

by Trejo, Erin

  I shake my head because I don’t know shit about them. I’ve heard about them over the years, but the majority of them had been locked up for some reason or another. They are basically nonexistent outside of these walls.

  “They are now the Maniac Clan. Hooked up with the inner workings of the Brotherhood ever since they got in. The Brotherhood used it to their advantage even though over half of them are as racist as they come. Doesn’t really mean shit in these walls though. You know what I mean?”

  “If you have a reason for this shit then get to it Ramirez,” I snap as he chuckles.

  “Who do you think they are looking at right now?” he asks.

  I glance over his shoulder and blow out a breath before I mumble, “fuck.”

  “Exactly. The ass fuck that turned you in, Thomas Roden? He’s a Brotherhood member.”

  My eyes jerk up to his. How the fuck is that even possible? He had Molly and Drake the whole time. There is no way he could have been locked up.

  “I know what you’re thinking. They are forming alliances outside these walls have been for years. No one really saw it until recently. The dynamics of the game are changing. These assholes want to run everything they can get their hands on. My guys on the outside even ran into a few of them in West Texas. Had no fucking clue who they were or what they wanted until it was too late. Killed six of my best guys out there,” he says with a faraway look in his eyes.

  “What’s that mean for me?”

  “For you? Means a lot Reaper. It means that your club is in danger. It means that your family is in danger. I can guarantee that Tom isn’t working alone. There has to be some kind of connection to your girl that he has. I don’t know what, but it’s there.”

  His words linger in my mind. What kind of connection could he have to her? Molly is a good girl. Always has been. She was never in any trouble or around anything that would put her on a radar like theirs.

  “I don’t know anything man. Molly was just a girl all those years ago. I wasn’t even in this shit back when I met her,” I tell him.

  He shrugs his shoulders and glances around. “Can’t piece that together for you. I just know what I know Reaper. Those bastards know something.”

  “What do you want from me?” I ask him knowing that this friendly little heads up wasn’t for nothing.

  “I want a partner.”

  “We don’t deal in humans Ramirez. We never will.”

  “No, but you deal in guns.”

  “What are you sayin’? You want in on guns?”

  Ramirez nods his head slowly before glancing behind him before pulling his gaze back to mine to say, “These fucks not only killed a few of my guys. They killed my sister. It would be easy for me to call in the hounds and let them shoot to kill, but where’s the fun in that? One of them on the inside ordered the hit. I want your help finding out which one it was. I need you to make nice with them. Get inside.”

  I laugh. Fuck that. Fuck him. “Nice fuckin’ try man.” I start to walk past him when he grabs my shoulder. I take a step back and he looks me in the eye.

  “I can get you Tom on the inside. Let your lawyer work this from there. The day they say you can walk I’ll pass you the information.”

  Fuck. I don’t need to be mixed up in this shit with him. Being here is bad enough, but having to deal with this shit too? This is more than I was bargaining for. I just want to do my time. That’s what the lawyer keeps telling me. Don’t get into any trouble and don’t give them any reason to keep my ass in here.

  “Goddamn it,” I growl as I run my hand through my hair. I have Thomas right at my fingertips, but I’m stepping into the lion’s den with Ramirez. This is something I might not make it out of.

  “You said you didn’t know where he was?” I deadpan.

  “Insurance my brother.”

  “I’m not your goddamn brother.”

  “We have a deal?”

  “Fuck Ramirez. Yeah, we have a deal.”

  “Good. Now we have to have a little fight to make this meeting look authentic,” he says right before his fist collides with my face.

  12

  Molly

  I fidget with the hem of my shirt as we wait to be ushered into the visitation room. Viking stands tall not looking nervous at all. It’s been months since I’ve seen him. My heart hurts just from thinking about him being in here. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t run away from Tom none of this would be happening. I can’t believe that he actually turned that video in. I wish none of this had ever happened.

  “Stop fuckin’ movin’ so much. You’ll draw attention that we don’t fuckin’ need,” Viking growls at me. I quickly drop my hands to my sides. “Shit, I’m sorry Molly. I know this is all new to you. They see you actin’ all jittery like that they could pull his visitation rights,” he informs me.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. What if he hates me? What if he doesn’t want to see me?” Viking chuckles and throws an arm around my shoulders.

  “Darlin’ he wants to see you. I promise. He doesn’t hate you either. This was a shit situation, but we’re handlin’ it. It just takes time to get shit straightened out.”

  I take a deep breath and nod my head, when we hear, “Visitors for Sanders, Roland,” called out. Viking pushes me forward to make me start walking, but he stays attached to me.

  “No physical contact of any kind,” the asshole says. I nod my head as Viking chuckles. He opens the door and ushers us inside before he says, “table six.” Viking and I walk through the room until my eyes land of his. Those green orbs of pure light shine back at me so brightly. I gasp and my feet refuse to move any further.

  Viking leans down to whisper in my ear, “Remember what I told you. Keep walkin’ and stay strong.” I nod my head once more and walk as Roland’s eyes dance over my body from head to toe. He doesn’t stop looking until we reach the table. He stands quickly and moves around the table so he can pull me into a hug. It only lasts a second before he steps back and his warmth disappears.

  “Sit down before I get in trouble,” he says as he smiles at me. I sit in the chair across from him as Viking takes the seat next to me. He nods at Viking, but quickly drags his gaze back to mine.

  “God you look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” His words send heat rushing through me. I can feel it as my cheeks heat.

  “Well, you look like shit. What the fuck happened to your face?” Viking asks the question that I’ve been wanting to ask. Roland’s eye is swollen and his lip is busted.

  “Had a little misunderstandin’ of sorts,” he says while grinning.

  “A little, huh? Looks more like a lot. They got ears?” Viking asks.

  I’m so confused. I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about.

  “No, but that doesn’t mean shit. You know that,” Roland tells him. Viking lets out a loud huff next to me.

  “There’s a business deal happenin’. Not by choice either. It’s not just an inside matter either,” Roland says. Viking growls low in his throat next to me.

  “Can I ask who it is?”

  “The Brotherhood. Old MC mixed with some very aggressive bastards that you wouldn’t even think could be involved. Even has a little Ramirez sprinkled in the mix.”

  Their cryptic talk means absolutely nothing to me. None of what either of them have said makes any sense to me. It’s like a foreign language.

  “This somethin’ I need to call church on?” Viking asks as I try to follow their conversation.

  “No, I’ve got it handled. You probably won’t like what it is, but I don’t have a choice in the matter,” Roland responds.

  “What the hell does that mean?” I ask looking between the two of them. Roland laughs and Viking leans back in his chair with a pissed off look on his eyes.

  “Nothin’ you need to worry about darlin’. How are you holdin’ up?” Roland asks me. His eyes are on fire. God I’ve missed him.

  “I don’t know. Drake keeps asking for you. He wants to know when he can
see you again. I don’t know what to tell him. I don’t belong at your club Roland,” I admit. That’s the first time I’ve admitted it out loud. Roland’s eyes shift to Viking’s before they come back to meet mine.

  “I’m gonna let you two talk. I’ll wait out front for you Molly. Keep your head down as much as you can brother,” Viking stands and walks out of the room leaving Roland and I alone.

  “What’s happenin’ at the club?” His eyes hold so much concern in them. It’s almost amusing considering where he’s at.

  “I just don’t like being there. I don’t fit in.”

  “Babe if someone is messin’ with you go to Mason or Viking.”

  “They aren’t. I just feel like a burden there. I feel like they all look at me like this is all my fault, and they are right, it is,” I tell him. Roland’s face hardens.

  “None of this is your fault. Do you hear me? Look at me Mols.” I tip my head up to look at him as tears fill my eyes. “This isn’t on you. Tom fucked all of us, but I promise you I’m gonna make it right. Okay? How’s my boy? He in school yet?”

  I reach up and wipe my tears. “No. Taz is homeschooling him for now. I was going to, but he seems to really like her. Mason said he thought it was the best idea until everything is all worked out. He misses you. We talked about you, and he knows what happened wasn’t your fault, that I lied to him, telling him what I thought he needed to hear. Letting him believe you didn’t want him back then was just easier,” I admit.

  “Fuck I want to hold you so bad right now. It’s okay Mols. Just hold on for me. Yeah? Don’t run this time. I need you now more than ever.”

  Looking into his eyes I can see how much he means it. I know he needs me the same way I need him.

  “I need you too,” I whisper.

  “Time’s up!” the guard yells from over Roland’s shoulder. Roland gives me a sad smile before he stands up.

  “Stay strong for me baby. I mean it. When this is over I don’t want to have to chase you down. I want you waitin’ on me. Got it?”

  Shoving out of my seat I stand up as well. Roland peeks over his shoulder before reaching for me. He pulls me into another quick hug, kisses my neck, and whispers, “I love you more than my own life.”

  When he pulls away my heart falls in my chest. His eyes are bright as he walks backwards away from me still watching me. As he reaches the door he gives me a wink and a smile. I raise my hand and give him a small wave as I watch him go back into the darkness that he now has to live in. All because of me.

  13

  Molly

  “Everything is all fucked up Fin,” I tell him yet again.

  Fin chuckles but doesn’t say anything in return. He waves the waitress over and orders more drinks.

  “That it is but have a little faith darlin’. He’s doin’ what he thinks is right. When you’re locked up in hell, you have no choice but to make some deals with the devil. That’s all he’s doin’. He’s protectin’ his ass at any cost.”

  His words do very little to soothe me, but I can see his point. Fin has been a lifesaver the last few months. He’s always there when either Drake or I need him. He’s always at making sure we’re comfortable.

  The waitress comes back and sets our drinks on the table. “Anything else?” she asks while eyeing Fin like he’s a piece of meat. I find myself giggling as she eyes him like that.

  “Nope, I’ve got everything I need. Thanks,” he dismisses her quickly. She huffs, turns on her heel, and stomps back toward the register. I can’t stop the laughter that erupts out of me.

  “What?”

  “You don’t see it do you? That girl was totally flirting with you.”

  “She wasn’t flirtin’.”

  “Uh yeah, she was. Oh my gosh. How can you not see it?” I laugh even harder. Fin looks over at the waitress then back to me. That lopsided grin is back on his face.

  “I suppose I was just enjoyin’ the company I already have,” he says softly.

  I stop laughing and grab my drink to suck down half of the water in the glass. “Do you think the lawyer is really working on Roland’s case?” I have to know what he thinks. I need to know.

  Fin nods his head before looking up at me and saying, “I know he is. It just takes time Molly. He’s in there for murder. We can’t just snap our fingers and think they’re going to just let him out. He’ll get out though.”

  “I just hate that he’s in there because of me.”

  “Enough!” His voice thunders across the table. “This isn’t your fault and we’ll handle the fucker that put him in there as soon as we can find his ass.” His voice softens with the second part.

  “Do you think I could stay at Roland’s house for a few days?”

  He looks up from his burger and his eyes meet mine. I watch him as he chews. I can tell that something is bothering him.

  “I don’t trust most of the prospects just yet. I’ll stay with you,” he mumbles around a bite of his food.

  “Thank you, Fin. I think I just need a break from the clubhouse.”

  “I get it sweetheart, but if you’re plannin’ on stickin’ around for Reaper this time then you need to get used to it. This is his world. We’re the other part of his family. You get me?”

  I nod my head with a smile on my face. I really do like Fin. “I know, but I just need a few days to recoup.”

  “Then a few days you will get.”

  He smiles. We start to eat in silence. Neither of us really has anything else to say after that. There’s just so much that I hate about our situation.

  By the time we finish eating and head back to the clubhouse it’s starting to get dark. Fin thought it would be nice to just get out for a while today which is why he took me to lunch. I can’t say that it wasn’t appreciated, because it was.

  “Mom, you’re back.”

  Drake runs toward me with his arms out wide. I pull him into me and hug him tightly. Fin smiles as he walks past us and heads toward the bar.

  “Did you really miss me that much today?” I ask as I pull back to look down at him.

  “Yes I did mom. I really miss dad too.”

  His frown rips my heart to shreds. God, just seeing it kills me.

  “I know baby, but things will work out okay,” I tell him. He nods his head, but his little eyes look so tired. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so good.” I press my hand to his forehead. He doesn’t feel like he has a fever.

  “I’m just tired.”

  I nod and grab his hand to lead him through the clubhouse and down the hall. Stepping into Roland’s room my chest tightens. I’m here alone and I couldn’t feel any worse about it.

  “We’re going to be staying at your dad’s house for a while. Pack a bag,” I tell Drake.

  He walks around grabbing his things as I do the same. Something about the way he looks is bothering me. Drake has never been the type of child to get tired that often. It makes me worry about him. A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts.

  “It’s open,” I call out. The door opens and Fin walks in with a small bag thrown over his shoulder.

  “You ready? I’m gonna grab us some pizza for dinner. That sound good little man?” he asks looking at Drake. Drake nods his head as he yawns.

  “Drake go tell Taz goodbye. I need to talk to Fin for a minute.”

  I watch him walk out of the room and my heart leaves with him.

  “What’s wrong?” Fin asks immediately.

  “He keeps saying he’s tired. He isn’t wanting to play much. I’m worried about him,” I say as I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.

  “He’s got a lot goin’ on darlin’. We can get the doc to come check him out though if that’ll make you feel better.”

  I smile up at him and nod. “It really would. Thank you Fin.”

  “Not a problem sweetheart. I’ll give him a call when we get settled over at Reaper’s place. Thought we could get some movies on his pay-per-view account?” He winks which makes me laugh.

/>   “I really do appreciate everything you’re doing for us.”

  “Reaper’s my boy. He’s family. I’d do anything for that man. He’s done a lot for me over the years. He pulled my ass back from some pretty bad shit. The least I can do is watch out for his wife and his kid.”

  14

  Reaper

  I’m agitated, on edge, and I’m happy as hell to be getting the fuck out of this place. I’ve done my time and somehow the evidence that Tom had went missing. I can thank Ink for that shit later. I’ve been in this hell hole for six months. I’ve handled all the shit that Ramirez wanted handled on the inside. I hate to see what he’s going to throw at me now that I’m getting out. I don’t like making deals with guys like him. They’re fucking snakes that will strike out without warning. I know what Ramirez does and how he makes his money. Being in the midst of that isn’t high on my priority list.

  Getting home to my woman and son are on the top of that list. I want to spend time with them. I need to get to know my son, and then I need to find that bastard that took them away from me to begin with. I want his goddamn head on a platter and I will make that happen. I have no doubt about that.

  “Oh look at your sweet lips. Nice to see you,” Viking teases me as I walk out of the prison and straight to them. Mason and Ink are standing next to the truck with smiles on both of their faces.

  “You wish I had sweet lips motherfucker,” I respond as he pulls me into a hug. He thumps his hand on my back before he pulls away. Mason and Ink takes their turns hugging me next.

  “Glad to see you out brother. Missed you around the clubhouse,” Mason tells me.

  “Me too. That place is fucked,” I say pulling my shirt up to reveal the ugly bruises and the random healing stab wounds I now have.

  “Jesus Christ. We’ll fix it man. We’ll go after their fuckin’ families,” Viking says through gritted teeth.

  I shake my head and climb into the back of the truck as the others climb in too. “I’m not in the mood for that shit at this point. I just wanna see my woman and my kid. I wanna take a fuckin’ nap and just say fuck it. Ramirez’s assholes are gonna come callin’ soon.” I lay my head back, close my eyes, and just relax. The truck rumbles as we head home.