Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“You’re a good man, Reaper,” she said, and started to escort him out of the building. Reaper made sure she locked the door before he took a step back, and he checked the perimeter for any signs of a black SUV, or any suspicious activity. There was nothing.
Getting to his bike, he secured the package.
Women, children, and animals were total innocents in his book, or at least, most women. He knew of some that were evil.
Chapter Eleven
Reaper showed up at the club and found most of his brothers in the main yard. He got off his bike and was intercepted by Brick, the club VP.
“They only searched your room,” he said. “They were gone in less than half an hour.”
“Grace?”
“She’s fine. The women are in the dining hall, completely oblivious.”
“How the fuck did they get a warrant for my room?” Reaper asked.
He shrugged. “I was there the whole time, making sure they didn’t fuck anything up. The warrant was legit.”
“Signed by Cartwright?”
“Yeah.”
“The asshole signs his own warrants. He’s threatening the shelter, looking for something. I don’t know what. Someone sent a severed finger as a warning. I know it was him.”
“That piece of shit needs to go. He has too much power,” Brick said. “Lord is big-time pissed off. You know how he feels about the club being off the grid. He’s going to want you to deal with this.”
“I know. I will.”
Reaper knew he was on thin ice with his prez, and had no fucking clue what that asshole Cartwright wanted with the shelter, or him specifically. Maybe his wife stole something from him when she left. Maybe it was a threat to anyone harboring Heidi. He was probably taking revenge on the shelter since it’s the one place he couldn’t send his paid-off cops without putting out a ton of red flags. Men like him wanted to keep their personal drama off the radar or they could risk their careers.
Reaper didn’t like that he had the power to walk through the club gates with the stroke of a pen. Crooked judges were dangerous, could be paid off by their rivals, and make their own rules. He couldn’t have that. This was bigger than protecting the shelter, Gena, and the women who stayed there. It was also about the future of the club and its safety. Those were his responsibilities and he’d deal with them however he needed.
He gave the box to Copper and told him to get it to his forensic friend. Then he went to his room to check on it before Grace saw it.
Not much was out of place, thanks to Brick. He imagined his VP had been right up the cops’ asses, making sure not one paper was out of place. Were they even looking for anything, or was it a message letting him know the judge had all the cards? They had a warrant for the club and didn’t bother to check out their stockpiles of weapons, cash, or records in Lord’s office? This was all bullshit.
Bob came out from under the bed. Poor fucking cat. Reaper picked him up and rubbed his head. He was probably scared and in shock from all the strangers in the room earlier. At least he looked okay, besides being nervous. He set him down on the bed.
He should get his ass to Cartwright’s mansion and put a bullet between his eyes. And it might come down to just that. Right now, he needed answers. That prick wasn’t doing all this for nothing. He was scared. But of what?
He went downstairs to find Grace. The most important thing to him was keeping all this bullshit away from her. He didn’t want her worried, scared, or looking over her shoulder. That’s one of the things he loved about her—she always saw the positive in things and was sweet innocence. That’s why he told Gena not to tell her anything. And he knew his brothers would take the information to the grave. She should carry on as normal and leave all the worrying to him.
He watched her for a while. She was sitting having pastries with a couple of the old ladies. She looked happy, and it warmed his heart to see her starting to fit in. That woman was everything to him.
One of the women nudged her, and she turned around to see him leaning against the pillar near the entrance of the dining hall. She immediately smiled and said goodbye as she rushed over to him.
“Was everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, just a little electrical issue. All sorted out now.” He hated lying to her, but the truth would be too much for her to handle.
“Good. The shelter should really have a handyman service on file. They can’t just call you in the middle of the night for every issue. That’s not fair.”