Part 13

If you’re new to this serial, you can find part 1 right HERE


Phantom had the worst hangover ever, and he was ready to strangle that fucking woman. Reaper, he hoped he would never have to hear her name again, but unfortunately, Death still expected them to have her locked down when he arrived.

“Anything?” he barked when Wolf came inside, looking like a thundercloud.

“Jackson says he didn’t see her or help her.” Wolf had blood on his hands, and Phantom knew Wolf had made sure to show just how disappointed he was with Jackson. Not that Phantom really blamed him. Reaper had taken down the whole club with a fucking pasta dish.

The door banged open, and Bullet came in, looking just as pissed as Wolf. “A woman fitting Reaper’s description and carrying two saddlebags got on the bus heading for Orleans thirty minutes ago.”

“Well, what the hell are we waiting for. Let’s go get her.”

“Should we call any chapters on the route? Maybe they can intercept.”

“And risk this getting back to Death? No, we keep this one in-house.”

The grounds were buzzing with energy, and it didn’t take long before they were riding out. They put the town behind them quickly and ate up the road as fast as possible. Luckily, the bus she had taken was a slow one, with many stops, so there was a chance they could reach it pretty fast. Unfortunately, it also meant she could get off basically everywhere.

When they finally spotted the bus, Phantom felt relief flood his body. They swarmed around the bus, and he signaled the driver to pull over. The guy looked scared as hell, and a few minutes later, Phantom was knocking on the bus’s door to be let in.

“I’m not here to harm anyone,” he yelled just in case someone was packing. He didn’t much fancy being shot tonight. “I’m just looking for a woman who was seen taking this bus.” He stepped inside and knew that Wolf and Bullet were right behind him. Wolf followed him down the bus while Bullet stayed with the driver, ensuring the man didn’t call it in.

“I am going to spank your ass when we get home,” he hissed at Reaper, who sat on the back seat, looking like she was bored out of her mind.

“You put one hand on me, and I’ll do more than drug you.” She didn’t fight when he grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. Wolf grabbed her bags, and as soon as they were outside, the bus was gone. He didn’t try to talk, too angry to form any words. Instead, he got on his bike and pulled her behind him before setting off. She grabbed his jacket, and even as angry as he was, he couldn’t help but notice how nice it felt having her behind him.

The rumble of the bike helped soothe his anger. When they pulled into the grounds again, he was pretty sure he could actually talk without yelling. He parked and dragged her inside the house and down to the basement. This was a conversation best had without the brothers looking on. He pushed her to the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. Wolf entered and closed and locked the door behind him.

“Why the fuck did you run?” Wolf asked from the door, crossing his arms over his massive chest.

“That’s not your fucking business.” Reaper tried to stand, but Phantom pushed her down on the bed again, using his size to tower over her.

“I’m pretty sure it is my business, so spill.”

“I’m not telling you shit, so bring your worst. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” She almost yelled the last, and Phantom ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Wolf had told him about what she had revealed. About being held captive for a year. He didn’t even want to think about what had happened to her that year, and the fact that she had only been sixteen had to have messed with her head big time. She had to be one hell of a survivor.

With a deep sigh, he pulled on all his patience, what little he had, and leaned against the wall. “Look, if you won’t tell me why you tried to run, fine, but I’m not risking everything I’ve built here because you think you can just do what the hell you want. I told you what would happen if you didn’t follow the rules.”

“Listen up, asshole. I didn’t ask for you to keep me here. I came to get my bike fixed. It was you two that caused all of this. You could just have given me a no and sent me on my way, but no, you had to pull out your weapons and wave them around like thirteen-year-olds waving their dicks to impress a girl. Then you hit me, locked me up, and then meddled in stuff that you should have kept your nose out off. Now you’re in trouble and for some reason blaming me, and still, you expect me to just sit on my ass like a good little girl and do what I’m told? Well, fuck you. Someone tried to keep me as his pet before, and he paid a high fucking price for that.” When she was done, she was shaking with anger, and Phantom was hard as rock. Fuck she was hot when angry.

Published by Tea Spangsberg

Tea is an Author who claims to be a Viking, but in reality she would suck at it as she get terribly seasick.

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