Phantom
“Fucking bastards!” I shouted, kicking my office door shut. Stomping over to my computer desk, I plopped down in my chair and wanted to scream. I could too. No one would come in here. They all knew better. It wasn’t like I was some fleeting damsel in distress. Fuck that. I was pissed. Like really ass-kicking pissed.
If Savage so much as fucking harmed one hair on her head, he won’t need to worry about Reaper killing him because I would do it before anyone could blink.
It was a shit plan.
The only one who was going to get hurt was Jessica. She was a sweet girl. I liked her. She was nice to me. Easy to talk to. Why did men have to go and make things so damn difficult? Why not just lay it all out on the line and let her make her own decision?
Given enough time, I would find everything out. Besides, it wasn’t just me looking into all this shit. The kid was working hard and so was Matrix, even if I didn’t know where that goth fucker ran off too. Which was another thing I needed to update Reaper on.
Matrix wasn’t in Colorado anymore…Shocker!
Did that fucker leave a message, send me a text, email, telegram? Fuck no. The goth bastard up and left, taking his kid with him. He was off the radar and so far, I hadn’t been able to locate him or get in touch with him to find out what the fuck was going on.
God that was going to piss Reaper off.
There was enough shit going on with the club already, I didn’t want to be the barer of bad news regarding Matrix, especially after this club just rescued his kid. Add in the shit going on with the Valentinetti family and the Original Seven and well, this club was up to their dicks with shit.
To make matters worse, Reaper called me out on my past again in church, with all the fucking brothers listening. I told that mother fucker one of these days one of those idiots was going to catch on and start asking questions. He needed to stop that shit.
My past was not up for a round table discussion.
Ever.
There were things in my past I never wanted to think about.
Fuck! I did shit that I wanted to forget about. Yes, Reaper knew some of it but not all. I told him the important shit. Shit that could possibly affect the club. The other stuff…he could suck my dick before I said anything.
Watching my screens, I tried to stem the rage I was feeling. It was useless. The only way to release the anger I was feeling was to fuck it out of my system. Too bad I wouldn’t touch any of these fuckers with a ten-foot pole. I loved my brothers but seeing some of the shit they dipped their dicks into was a big hell no in my book. Besides the fact they were my club brothers and I was their club sister.
That was just nasty.
I could head to town and find some stupid bastard to have fun with but that meant leaving the compound and Reaper ordered me to stay put all because of the visitor we had a few months back.
The one I killed without a second thought.
Yeah, that took some explaining but I digressed and when Reaper calmed the fuck down, he grounded my ass. Since then, I’d been holed up in the clubhouse, in my office researching, digging and doing anything Reaper needed me to do.
I didn’t really mind.
I felt at home with my computers.
They relaxed me.
Reaching for my headphones, I put them on and hit play on my I-pod. Turning up the volume, I scooted my chair closer to my keyboard and got back to work.
The information highway was a vast network of doors, windows and hidden rooms. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t find.
This was my realm.
My heaven, my playground.
I was good at what I did.
Currently I was running several background checks on the phone numbers in Kitty’s cell. I was also running a search for Bullseye, which was a waste of time in my book. Then there was the search on the remaining two Original Seven members, the Collector, Toxic, Acid, this Bianchi mother fucker, and whoever else Reaper wanted me to investigate.
My plate was full but I said nothing because I loved what I did. If I could stop just one of these fuckers from hurting another child, then it was all worth it in my book.