Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Reaper
Leaving my woman in the hands of her friends, I leave her to it.
Honestly, her friends are a piece of work, but you can see they love Ivy.
At the hospital, you could see the hurt and anger in their features at the thought of something happening to her.
Sutton, I sense, is the one Ivy is the closest to out of everyone.
She also didn’t have a problem getting in my face and demanding to know what happened.
Tombstone ended up intervening and pulling her away before I lost it on the woman. I wouldn’t hurt a woman, but that doesn’t mean I won’t put Sutton in her place. Ivy’s my woman, and I’ve got a lot of shit to deal with that I don’t need or want any more drama bullshit from anyone else.
I walk into my office where Scythe and Angel were meeting me to discuss Claws’ involvement in Ivy’s accident. My brother and VP are both waiting for me as I step into the office and close the door behind me. “All right, let’s get this over with. What did you find?”
“You’re right. She did have a hand in it,” Scythe announces, meeting my eyes with a deathly glare.
“Where is she?” I demand, my anger flaring even higher.
“Haven’t seen her since yesterday, right after you got back to the clubhouse with Ivy. Poppers says Claws claimed to be running to the grocery store yesterday to help out.” My brother snarls, lip curling at the fact Claws had got away. “Bitch knew her time was up.”
Shit.
“Do we know where she could have gone? I’m not about to let this cunt just play games with our club.
” I’m not about to let another war start.
This is how the one that led to my entire family’s death started, a whore running to the enemy and giving them information.
It looks to me like we’ve become a little too lax when it comes to the P I don’t know for sure where she’s gone,” Scythe grunts.
“What do you know?” My anger’s growing by the second.
“That Claws did indeed get a call from Ivy’s uncle right before she set you up. The phone was to a prepaid, but the stupid fuck didn’t get rid of it. It was in that rundown pay by the hour motel we found him in.”
“I don’t see why he would be so fuckin’ stupid to stick around after nearly killing Ivy.” Angel crosses his arms over his chest, looking deep in thought.
“He wanted to make sure he’d finished the job,” I grunt, knowing why.
Ivy had told me what she remembered, and it makes my hands itch with the need to get to the hunting cabin and take care of the problem that is Richard.
The asshole claims she lost value, because she was whoring herself to the club.
That shit right there just pisses me off.
Nothing about Ivy screams whore. She’s a beautiful soul, and I’m lucky to claim her as mine. “I want that cunt found.”
“We’ll find her, Prez. What do you want to do with her when we find her?” Angel asks.
“Way I see it, that bitch ain’t a woman. She’s a disease, and diseases need to be taken out.” Grinding my teeth together, I hold my VP’s eyes, letting him see I don’t give a fuck who she is. When I get my hands on Claws, she’s dead.
Angel nods a brief moment later, and I give him a nod of my own.
“Now, let’s get to the hunting cabin. It’s time for Richard to talk and die.”
“Good, Goblin and Ghoul keep saying Richard is demanding to be released. That we will regret not letting him go,” Angel chuckles and shakes his head.
“Well, he was saying this bullshit in between Tombstone beating the shit out of him before Tombstone came back to the clubhouse to take a break and eat.”
“Well, then it’s time for him to learn he doesn’t get to make demands,” I laugh maliciously.
Tombstone has been making sure Richard is in a living hell right now.
Bastard will learn a lesson or two at my Enforcer’s hands, but he’ll die by mine.
“I need to make sure Ivy’s gonna be alright first. See if she needs anything. ”
“Of course you do, Prez, just don’t let those women pull you into the room. They might maul you,” Scythe snickers.
“Fuck you,” I grunt, but not denying what he says because a part of me believes it to be true.
“Shit, Ivy’s friends are hot. If I was looking for a woman, I’d definitely look at tapping one of those bitches.
” Angel would try that regardless I already know it.
I won’t even be saying anything about it either.
Those women are all old enough to know when it comes to men like us, we fuck, and that’s it, unless we find the one woman who we want at our side.
Checking on Ivy, I groan at the sight of her friends scattered across our bed and the floor.
She’s surrounded by good people. I can see it.
Once Ivy assures me she’ll be okay for a while, I leave her to it, making a note to find out more about what they meant about fantasy men.
The only man my woman needs to be fantasizing about is me.
I stalk down the hall into the main room of the clubhouse, finding my brothers that weren’t at the hunting cabin already waiting to follow me.
It might be a weekday, but no one’s going to work until this shit with my woman’s Uncle is resolved.
Each and every one of my brothers sees Ivy as family and aren’t going to put up with her being hurt in any way.
Nodding to them, I keep walking toward the door.
The hunting cabin is in the woods, nearly fifty acres in the dense woods, and the only way to get to it is by walking, four-wheeler, or dirt bike.
We have enough for everyone to take one to get there.
I climb on mine and switch it on. Hitting the gears, I head in that direction.
After a ten-minute ride zipping through the trees, I pull up in front of the hunting cabin. The deafening sounds of four-wheelers and dirt bikes silence the forest leaving an eerie quiet taking its place.
Swinging a leg over, I climb off the dirt bike and head for the door to the hunting cabin. Richard’s screams meet my ears, and I laugh vehemently at the sight of him hanging from the meat hooks in the middle of the cabin.
I step further into the cabin and nod to the two prospects.
“You’ll regret this. I have friends in high places. They’ll be looking for me. Let me go, and you might live,” Richard yells, thrashing around trying to get free from his chains holding him in place.
Laughing, I close the distance between the two of us and slam my fist in his face. “You do not get to make demands. Do you know who I am?”
“The bastard who turned my slut of a niece into a whore,” Richard sneers, earning another slam of my fist. This time to the gut.
“Why did you do it? Why did you want the money so badly?” I demand as I move to the table where we keep our skinning tools for animals and, of course, for instances like this one. I pick up a blade I’ve used many times before and turn to Richard.
“I won’t tell you,” he sneers.
“I was hoping you would say that,” I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it out of you.”
Taking my time, I slice through Richard’s skin little by little, making the pain last. I skin the entirety of Richard’s back and start on his front when he finally starts to sing. “She was supposed to be sold to the Triple Spirits MC if she didn’t give me the money that’s rightfully mine.”
“Why do you claim it’s yours?” I inquire.
“Because I am the oldest. Everything should have been mine. But they left it to my brother, and he had no right to give it to his bitch of a daughter.”
“So why didn’t they give it to you? Out of curiosity, from what I’ve heard from Ivy, you did something, but she doesn’t even know what.”
Richard cackles and grins through the pain.
“That’s because the little bitch was too little to remember.
Her mother wasn’t just married to my brother.
She was fuckin’ me, and I wanted her to leave.
Be with me. She did, in fact, leave after Ivy’s dad caught her on her knees with me behind her while Ivy was in the other room sleeping off the cold medicine her mom gave her. ”
“What the fuck?” Tombstone snarls.
“Her mom never wanted kids, but thought it would be useful when she landed my brother. Being from a wealthy family, she thought she could get her hands on the money. Too bad for her, my grandparents and parents made sure the only ones who can touch it are the ones listed on the accounts.”
“Which group of your friends did you intend to give the money to when you got it?” Angel asks.
“The Triple Spirits MC, I made a deal with them. It was either get the money from Ivy or bring her to them. Only when they found out she was fuckin’ the Satan’s Keepers MC they said to kill her and take the money. Claimed she lost her value.”
“And did one of my club whores help you?” I press the blade against his side sinking only the tip in, making Richard cry out.
“Yes. She was more than willing to get Ivy out of the way,” he cries out in pain as he confirms what we already know about Claws.
“Where did she go?” Hellhound growls.
“Where else? The Triple Spirits MC, of course,” Richard says through clenched teeth.
Satisfied with the answers and not wanting to hear anything else, but his screams and pleas for death, I go back to skinning him.
Once I have his chest matching his back, I use the tip of the blade to reach into his eye sockets.
I pull his eyes out of them and leave them dangling.
I then finish him by slicing the blade through his throat and step back to admire my handy work.
Tombstone steps up next to me as I hold out the knife for him to take. “I’ll handle the rest from here,” he mutters.
I nod, knowing why. He’s going to use the chemical acid he’d concocted to eat away at flesh and bone. But first, he’ll put Richard in a hole outside while the prospects clean up in here.
“Have fun,” I grunt, a sense of relief flowing through me.
Stepping out of the hunting cabin, I look to my brothers who had stepped out before me.
This right here is why I love being around them.
They are always there to support me no matter what.
Even when I don’t think I need it. “This is just the beginning?” I mutter, knowing without a doubt I’m right.
I don’t know what will come next with this bullshit, but I do know it’s not over with yet.