Part 19


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


Phantom

Phantom woke to the sound of bikes, a lot of them, as they broke through the normal evening sounds in the clubhouse. He turned to the window and looked out, then swore.

“Fuck, Wolf, wake up. Death’s here already.”

Wolf jerked up from the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor. “I’ll let the brothers know and let them in. You might want to look less… well-fucked, Reaper,” Wolf said with a grin and hurried out the door.

Phantom turned to find Reaper pulling clothes from her bag, her face once more the sarcastic hard facade. Phantom quickly grabbed some clean clothes and his cut. He threw some water in his face and brushed his teeth. A shower would have to wait. Reaper didn’t seem to have that problem and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Phantom glared at the door for a few seconds, but there was nowhere for her to run.

With a last deep breath, he left the room to go meet the boss. The fact that Death had brought this many men with him set Phantom on edge. But there was nothing he could do other than keep his own brothers in line. That and pray that Reaper didn’t try to run again.

He entered the common room and found it already filled with their guests and all his brothers. Death was sitting at the bar, sipping a soda and talking with Don. Wolf was talking to a few guys from Death’s chapter they knew, but Phantom could see the hardness in the lines of Wolf’s body. His friend was ready for trouble.

Death turned in his chair and spotted him. Phantom nodded to him and headed in that direction, ignoring everyone else. Phantom was the president of his chapter and could ignore everyone except Death. No one kept Death waiting.

“Phantom,” Death greeted, and Phantom took his hand.

“Good to see you. It’s been too long.”

“Three years if memory serves,” Death said and drank some more of his soda. Phantom took the seat beside him and grabbed the beer Kid handed him.

“Yeah, sounds about right. You’re earlier than I thought.” Phantom tried hard not to sound like he complained.

“Yeah, business was done faster than planned, and since we were out this way already, it seemed a waste to head home first.”

“Of course. And our doors are always open to our brothers.” Phantom sipped his beer and gazed through the room to the door leading to their private rooms. Still no Reaper.

“Did she behave okay?” Death asked, and Phantom nodded.

“Yeah. She wasn’t too happy to stay here at first, but she mellowed out.”

“Mellowed out? Are you sure it’s the same woman we’re talking about?”

Phantom was going to answer, but Death’s attention was drawn to something else. Phantom followed his gaze and saw Reaper walking into the room. She wore her leather pants, a black t-shirt with a silver skull, her boots, and one of his knives at her hip. Her hair was drawn into a tight ponytail, and she looked ready to kill someone.

“You let her keep her knives? Brave man,” Death said, and Phantom almost told him that it was his knife. Luckily his brain had been fried by the sexy image of Reaper walking toward him. He wasn’t sure Death would appreciate that Phantom had left her alone with weapons. He licked his lips, but a hard hand on his shoulder, fingers digging deep, drew his full attention.

“Don’t even think about tapping that one. I’m warning you as a friendly gesture because you’re my brother, but if you touch her, your life is mine.” Death met his eyes, and Phantom stared into cold, cold eyes. Deep brown and so much like Reaper’s. Phantom suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“Baby girl, I finally found you,” Death said as he turned to face Reaper.

“Do not fucking call me that, father,” Reaper said.

Phantom felt like he was going to choke.

“I’ve spent years looking for you. I can god damn call you whatever I want.” Death looked at Reaper with a scowl. Phantom saw Wolf move closer, and fear clawed in the other man’s eyes. Death was known to be quick with his punishment.

“Great, you found me. You can leave now,” Reaper said.

“Jennifer Amelia Henrietta Hamilton, you are one ungrateful little bitch. Now come here and at least give your daddy a hug.” Death grabbed Reaper and pulled her into a hug. Reaper stood tense against him, and then she sagged in his hold, clutching him around his neck.

“I missed you, daddy.”

Phantom caught Wolf’s gaze and gave the man gave a tiny but frantic shake of his head. Yeah, Wolf didn’t need words to explain that one. They were fucked, and not in a good way. They had just spent a night fucking Death’s daughter.

“So, Phantom,” Death said as he pulled back from Reaper and turned to face him. “I told the chapters in the area that I was coming here, and I invited them all to join us for a party tonight. It’s not often I get the chance to go out here, and it’ll be nice to meet some of the guys again.”

Death seemed oblivious to the tension between Phantom, Wolf, and Reaper, and Phantom forced himself to focus. What the hell was he going to do?


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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