Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 (20 page)


Enough,

roared Tank as his fist met
the side of Whistler

s face. An uppercut took
Whistler to the ground as Tank jumped on him. His fist flew one after the other
as he unleashed his fury onto his father. A sharp whistle sounded as Colton and
Rabbit jumped in and pulled Tank off of Whistler. Tank

s
chest heaved as he let them drag him away from the carnage he just wrecked. As
they dragged him into the kitchen, I ducked to stay out of sight as the
brothers below began to disperse. Gunner and another brother grabbed Whistler
and dragged him off somewhere.

Holy shit that was intense. I cannot
even imagine what Tank was going through but from the banging around in the
kitchen I was guessing he was still pissed and rightly so. I did not walk, but
ran to Colton

s room needing advice, help, anything Logan
could offer to help bring Tank from whatever darkness he had fallen back into.
Something told me I should go to him and help him through this, but I did not
want to get rejected again. We had come so far in the last twenty-four hours
that I did not want anything to set us back.

 

Tank

 

I punched the wooden table again,
causing my knuckles to split open. The burn felt just right.


I was thinking of throwing
Cam a party tonight.

I cracked my neck as I saw Whistler

s
face in my mind

s eye as his words played
over and over in my head.

What the hell did Colton just say?


What?

I asked, turning to face
him. He stood against the sink with a beer in his hand. I had not even heard
him come in.


I was thinking of throwing
Cam a party tonight. It is her birthday today.


No shit.

I went back to slamming my
fist against the table. The solid oak withstood my onslaught.


Well, we need something to
cut the tension around here, or so help me brother I am going to kill a mother
fucker for just breathing.


Ok,

I finally conceded. All
fight left me. My chin dropped to my chest. I counted to ten in my head.
Damn.
That party idea was actually a good one. I wished I would have thought of
that. Hell, I had not even wished her a happy birthday yet today, let alone
gotten her anything.
Fan-fucking-tastic.


So does Cam know about . .
.

Colton trailed off. I knew
he would come back to it. But like the true brother he was he gave me a minute
to get my shit together before asking.


Yes,

I answered and she did. It
made me want her even more.

And she fucking gets it.


Sooooo . . . what

s
the problem?

Colton
knew me too well.


Fucking everything. She

s
doesn

t
get it.

I paced back and forth some
more.


But, I thought you said . .
.

The look of confusion on
his face would have been funny if this was not so fucked up.


Fuck what I said. She does
not get that my heart died 12 years ago tied to that fucking chair. I lost my
entire family that day.

I felt the terror of that night return.


No you didn

t
brother,

Colton assured me as he
came to stand next to me.

We are still right here.
Yes you lost members of your family, but not all of them.

His words crushed me. I
never thought of it like that before.

And
now your punk ass . . .

He elbowed me.

Has
a chance at more.


You love her man,

said Colton as he walked
towards the door.

You love her like I love
Logan, with every ounce of your dead fucking heart.

I glared at Colton. Who did
he think he was?


You

re
wrong,

I lied.


I

m
not,

replied Colton stubbornly.


We

ll
see,

I said defiantly.


Just don

t
do anything you

ll regret,

he warned.


Never do brother.

The lies just kept coming
tonight.


Yeah. Alright.

Colton was not buying what
I was selling.

Well it

s
time for Logan to forgive me so I going to go let her do that. See you in about
an hour for the party,

and with that he left the room.

I paced back and forth still filled
with an angry energy. I stalked out of the kitchen and straight to the bar
where a few of the brothers were already drinking. A few head nods acknowledged
me as Wesson stepped behind the bar. He grabbed our good friend, Jack, and
poured two shots as he made his way over to me.


He

s
out for the night,

Prez said after we finished the shot. I
dipped my chin letting him know he was heard. Wesson poured another shot as he
looked around the clubhouse.

Whistler is full of shit
and we all know it.

I downed my shot, accepting the burn of the
liquor as it warmed my gut.

He is set in the old ways
of doing things and doesn

t understand why things
need to be different.


It doesn

t
matter,

was all I said as I drank
down another shot, letting the warmth spread to the rest of my body. Arms
circled my waist from behind as perfume so thick I tasted it invaded the air
around me. I ignored the arms and the body became glued to my side as a beer was
placed in front of me. It tasted like fucking water as I downed that bottle and
another before I knew it.

I felt good. Loose. Relaxed. Fluid. My
eyes felt heavy but in a good way. My body was slow to react but I was
surrounded by brothers so I knew it was okay. I discovered a little while ago
that the arms belonged to Tricia. She was still hanging off of me like a
monkey, but fuck, it didn

t matter.

The party was going strong. Oh yeah. We
were having a party for . . . for . . . fuck . . . it didn

t
matter.

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

 

Campbell

 

Logan and I barely got in two sentences
before Colt walked into his room. One look from him and I knew he was there to
make up with Logan. I made a quick get-away back to Tank

s
room with the news of a party tonight in my honor. I should be excited but
instead I was just worried about Tank.

After
forty-five minutes later Logan joined me looking like a sex goddess . . . a
showered sex goddess.
Thank God!
I did not need to smell Colt on her.

I was in the process of laying out all
the clothes when Logan came in carrying a wrapped present.


Gimme. Gimme.

I chanted as I jumped up
and down.


Hold on,

Logan said, putting the
present behind her back.

We need to talk about
something serious first, then the fun.

All jumping stopped.

Ok.
Lay it on me.


So Colt, Tank, and a few
other brothers did get da . . . Baxter from the Hellhounds. They also found a
woman there severely beaten.


Oh my god.

My mouth opened in shock.


I know. Knox is with her
now. He hasn

t left her side since finding her there. She
can

t
even open her eyes and Colt said she is really bad off. It

s
horrible. I just think about what could have happened to us and it makes me
feel awful.

Logan

s
eyes teared up as she shook her head back and forth. I hated Crazy Z and the
Hellhounds even more for the role they continued to play in our lives.


Ok,

sighed Logan.

Back
to Baxter. So Colt said that they need justice from Baxter.

Logan air quoted justice.

I
have no idea what that means and Colt won

t
tell me. They had church while we were up here.

Logan

s
mention of them having church made Whistler and Tank

s
blow-up make sense. Tank and Colt must have voted out of line from other
members of the club.

The Soul Reapers have
agreed to pay off the Hellhounds.


I thought they already did
that when they bought you.


Well I don

t
know if they just paid for me or paid off the debt. There was too much chaos
happening that night for me to remember. I have played it over and over in my
head,

reasoned Logan.


So the Soul Reapers paying
off the Hellhounds is good right?

I asked.


I have no idea. Colt doesn

t
think the Hellhounds will ever let Baxter live even if the debt is paid. He
thinks more extreme action is needed.


Like what?

None of this sounded good.


Well . . .

Her voice trailed off.


They are going to kill him?

I could not believe Colt or
Tank could do something like that, and then I thought about Whistler and how
easy it would be for him to pull the trigger.


I don

t
think so. Colt just said that the Hellhounds have to believe he is dead in
order for this to be over and to stop the war. But he won

t
say anything beyond that.


So Wesson thinks this will
stop the war? Do they really think Crazy Z will stop?

We all knew this was more
about Logan and less about a war between the clubs.


I think it will stop a
full-fledged war. Do I think the Hellhounds will just go quietly into the
night? Probably not, but maybe it will be enough of a peace that we can get out
of lockdown. But who knows? Maybe money will appease Zander.


Speaking of the devil, have
you heard from him again?

I inquired.


Hell no. Colt smashed my
phone into a million and one pieces. He promised me a new one tomorrow.


Is it bad that I don

t
feel a thing, good or bad, about Baxter?

That was not totally true;
I felt guilty that I was not more affected.


You can

t
make yourself feel something that isn

t
there,

she sighed.

My
heart hurts when I think about him not being out there somewhere.

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