He’s a fucking Reaper.
“But he was with the group who were ambushed,” Ray says grimly, causing what little color that was left in Nolan’s face to drain away as realization hits him.
He didn’t only lose his son today.
He might have lost his only shot at saving his club.
And we might have lost our shot at avoiding all-out war between the Sinners and Reapers.
Sadie, Rhett, Dane, and Wes’s story continues in B09BLZC4GZ, coming 2nd September 2021
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Taunt Her
Tame Him
Taint Her
Trust Him
Torment Her
Temper Him
Gravestone Elite
Shattered Legacy
Tarnished Crown
Fractured Reign
Savage Falls Sinners MC
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Ace
I look around at the only home I’ve ever known and feel conflicted. It’s a shithole, but it’s our shithole—the only place I and my brothers have ever called home. And if I wasn’t convinced that this move would benefit them, it wouldn’t be happening.
They throw their bags into the trunk of their heap-of-shit car without a word. Dread sits heavy in my stomach as I move on autopilot, as if we aren’t about to leave our home. The feeling isn’t an unusual one, nor is the fury that fills my veins on a daily basis.
Our uncle should have been here ten minutes ago to take us away to start our new life in Sterling Bay. Maybe he’s decided we’re not worth it after all. Chance would be a fine fucking thing.
I’m just about to tell them to give up and go back inside when the crunching of gravel by the trailer park entrance hits my ears.
Fucking great.
A black town car with equally blacked-out windows comes to stop in front of the three of us.
“I hope he’s not planning on staying long, that thing’ll be on bricks in minutes,” Conner mutters, his eyes locked on the driver’s door.
We haven’t seen our uncle in years, not since he left us with our shit show of a mother. It seems family only matters when his hand has been forced by the state.
I’d have quite happily been my brothers’ guardian for a year, but apparently an eighteen-year-old with a rap sheet like mine isn’t a responsible enough adult to look after others.
The door opens and I lean to the side to get my first look at the man who abandoned us to this life instead of fighting for his family, but the guy who stands isn’t one I recognize.
“Who the fuck are you?” I bark, much to the guy’s irritation if the widening of his eyes is anything to go by.
“I’m your uncle’s driver. He sent me to pick you up.”
“Fucking brilliant.” The laugh that accompanies my words is anything but amused.
“If you’d like to put your bags in the trunk, I’ll take you home.”
Home. This is my home.
My body tenses, my fists curling at my sides, as I step up to the man. He already looks totally intimidated by his surroundings, and I delight in him taking one step back as I approach. Slamming the door as I go, I stop him from an easy escape should he feel he needs it.
No motherfucker, you’ve probably not dealt with anyone like me before.
The scent of his expensive aftershave fills my nose, and it only makes me want to hurt the privileged asshole that much more.
“Let’s get a few things straight.” I don’t stop until I’m right in his face, so close I see the fear in his eyes. Now that’s something I can work with, something I can feed off like a fucking leech. “Firstly, that place you’re meant to be taking us to is not our home. It’ll never be our home. And second, we’re not getting in this fancy-ass fucking car. Where the hell is James? I thought he was coming to collect us.”
“He’s been called out on business.”
This is a fucking joke. First he demands we move into his pretentious mansion—blackmails me into it when he knows it’s the last place in the world I want to live—and then the motherfucker can’t even be bothered to turn up himself. He’s probably too good for this place. No wonder he looked down his nose at us all those years ago and turned his back as fast as he could.
“He will be home later to greet you.”
I stare at him, no emotion on my face and a storm brewing in my eyes.
“If you could just get in and—”
“Un-fucking-likely. We can make our own way.”
I told James as much when he instigated this whole thing in the first place, but he insisted. Probably because he doesn’t want my brothers’ rust bucket sitting in his fancy driveway and bringing the tone of the area down.
“I really don’t think—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think, Jeeves.”
All the blood that was left in his face from when he first stepped out of the car drains away, and he swallows nervously.
“D-do you want to f-follow me then?”
“Marvelous, Jeeves. What a fantastic plan,” I mock, mimicking his posh British accent.
The second I take a step back, he scrambles into the car as quick as he can. Fucking pussy.
“I can’t believe he sent a car,” Conner mumbles as my brothers join me, and together we watch the town car roll slowly down the dirt track.
“Really?” I balk. “James isn’t our savior, Con. You think he’d even be taking us in if it weren’t for the court deciding I’m no good…” I swallow the rest of the words. Of course, no one would trust me with my brothers. Apparently, the fact that I’ve raised both of them since we were just kids doesn’t matter.
My chest tightens.
“It’ll be okay, Ace.” My brother squeezes my shoulder. “A fresh start could be just what we need.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I shrug him off. “We should probably get going.” There’s nothing left for us here.
Conner gives me a weak smile before following Cole to their car. It’s an ancient Ford they somehow manage to keep running despite the fact that it should have been scrapped at least ten years ago. Cole doesn’t even spare our trailer a backward glance as he climbs inside and guns the engine. I’ll need to keep my eye on him; he’s always been a quiet kid, but lately he’s been even more brooding.
They follow Jeeves’ lead before I throw my leg over my bike and rev the engine. The vibrations instantly help to cool me off. The anticipation that I’ll soon be flying down the coastal road helps to push my ever building anger over this fucked-up situation down a little more.