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.
”