“And that’s my problem. How?”
“No, Phantom. He’s really fucking happy.”
“Who’d he kill this time?”
“No clue but you better go find out what he wants. Oh, and Patrick, Patty and the boys will be arriving later today.”
She nodded, stepping into the hallway with me, shutting her door behind her.
“Anything on the phone yet?”
“Only the calls come from a tower twenty miles from here.”
“You mean that fucker is close?”
“Yep. I’ve backtracked the number and every time, it pinged a tower just outside Purgatory. Whoever has been calling Reaper is in the vicinity.”
“Shit.”
All we needed was for Reaper to find out the fucker causing all this drama was close enough for him to get his hands on him. Reaper would stop at nothing to get that bastard if he found out. The blood bath would rain down around us like a torrential downpour. Reaper was very singular-minded when it came to protecting Remi. To get rid of any threat to her, he would move heaven and hell, eviscerating everything and everyone in his path.
If that mother fucker was stupid enough to be in the vicinity, that was on him. My only concern was keeping the others alive because death always got his man when Reaper went off his leash.
Following Phantom, we found Reaper in Church with Gideon St. James. Neither said a damn word as we walked in and sat down. Wondering what the holdup was, I was about to ask when Massacre walked in and closed the door behind him.
Still, Reaper stayed silent as he looked at his watch. I didn’t know who else he was waiting for, but when I heard a knock at the door, I got up and opened it and smiled. “Son of a bitch!”
“Hey Ghost.”
Grabbing the man, I hugged him heartily, patting him a couple times on his back before letting him go. “What the fuck are you doing here.”
“Reaper called me in.”
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Reaper smiling as he nodded. Stepping to the side, I let Patrick into church. The man looked good. Strong and ready for a fight. It had been a long time since I’d seen him and I was glad to have him back home safe but wondered why Reaper called him here. He was supposed to reacclimate to civilian life with his wife and kids.
“Take a seat, Patrick,” Reaper ordered.
Reaper rubbed his hands together, then grinned. “Okay, now that all pertinent people are here. Phantom, get out that computer you have glued to your ass and do your thing.”
“I didn’t bring it.”
That brought everyone up short as Reaper looked at our only club sister in shock. Even I had to admit it was odd to see her without it and laughed. “Seriously. I said Reaper wanted to see you. Did you think he just wanted to chew the fat?”
“Well, excuse me asshole. I’ve been kind of fucking busy. How the hell was I supposed to know Reaper would be on the level? The man has been doing his own thing lately.”
“Just go get the damn thing,” Reaper groaned, then smirked wickedly. He was up to something. I didn’t know what, but I knew to pay attention as he spoke. “Patrick, you already know Ghost and Massacre. The suit next to you is Gideon St. James. He’s a fucking spook and refuses to tell me who he works for.”
“Not a spook, dickhead.”
“The woman who just left is Phantom. A fully patched member of the Golden Skulls. The first of her kind. Don’t fuck with her. She’s deadly.”
Patrick smiled. “Got it. Leave the chick alone.”
“And don’t call her chick,” I chuckled. “Unless you want your balls ripped off.”
Phantom returned, stomping back to her seat next to Reaper, slamming her computer in front of her and snarled. “Okay, Mein Fuhrer. What do you want?”
All of us chuckled as Reaper scowled. “Don’t fuck with my joy, woman,” he said, sliding a picture face down towards her. I said nothing as she picked it up and looked at it. Had to give it to Phantom. The woman hardly ever gave anything away as she started typing fast into her computer.