Page 1 of Reaper

prologue

Most girls dreamof their happily ever after.

The house with the white picket fence. Their two-point-five children. The doting husband who is successful and supports the family.

I had those dreams too once.

Then reality set in.

Soon the fairy tale turned into a horror story.

How did it change so quickly?

When did my perfectly normal life turn into this nightmare?

As I lie in bed, cold and alone, I try to pinpoint where it all went wrong. Was it the first time he raised his voice at me? Or maybe the time I accidentally stained his favorite shirt, which ended with a red cheek?

All I know is by the time we got here, I lost myself along the way.

I became numb and stopped believing his lies. He didn’t love me like he promised and it was never an accident like he said. Most of all, I stopped believing I was to blame.

I have to get out.

The longer I stay here, the higher my chances of not making it out of this alive.

one

Something isn’t right.

I don’t know how I know it, but my gut is telling me that there’s something wrong, and my guts never lead me astray.

“Wrath,” I call out.

He heads over to me as I watch the men load the old-school Aerostar van. One of the girls from the club will be in the passenger seat while one of the patched members drives.

The fake baby in the car seat in the back completes the image.

“What’s up, Pres?” Wrath asks as soon as he’s at my side.

I don’t normally come to these runs, but lately we have had a couple hit by a rival MC, the Reno Renegades.

The Medina Cartel aren’t the type to allow mistakes though, so the hits have been coming out of our pockets. If it gets out, the cartel may cut their losses moving onto another runner.

Of course our rival will be at the top of the list.

“Do we still have that backup car out back?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah, why?”

“Pull the van into the warehouse along with the car. Then send the guys on a useless task. Me and you are going to transfer the product over before letting them leave.”

He doesn’t question it. He only moves to make it happen. That’s why he’s my sergeant at arms. He’s my yes-man, always jumping to follow my command. I can always count on him to back me on any votes as well.

Colt gives me an odd look from across the yard. He’s usually the one in charge of runs as he’s my vice president, but I can’t shake this feeling that something else is going on. I haven’t voiced my concerns yet.

Colt is a transfer from another chapter. He came over about two years after I became fully patched because he wanted out of his hometown. My father groomed him along with me for our positions.

At first, I was angry. I wanted Wrath to be my VP, but then I realized why he couldn’t be. He would never oppose me. My second in command needs to be willing to stand up to me. To show me all of the possible options.

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