The Reaper Prince

Chapter Thirteen

   It took me a week to muster up the courage and tell Jackson about my past. I could feel my body trembling as I walked toward the Chapel door in the clubhouse, where Jax was sitting with Clay. Knock knock. "Come in." Clay shouted causing me to jump. Upon entering I found it wasn't just Clay and Jax but Wayne, the town sheriff, was also sitting with them. "I'm sorry. I'll just come back later." I said but as I turned to leave Jax spoke. "Max wait." He then turned to Clay. "She was hurt in the past by another club. I think we should hear what happened." He said in a low tone to the club president, who stayed silent before speaking in my direction. "Come on in sweetheart, sit down." As I took my seat Wayne got up to leave. "I'll talk to you tonight, old man." Clay said with a grin as Wayne left the room, shutting the door behind him. "Alright doll. Tell us your story." Jax said in a calming manner. After taking a deep breath I began to tell my story, hopefully for the last time. "I've been on my own since I was thirteen years old, I had came home one day from school to find both my parents had overdosed. It only took them a couple days to find me. The Ghost Riders were a small but powerful club that basically ran my hometown. Rumor has it they were a mafia style motorcycle club and if you crossed them they would brand you with a ghost." The scar on my ribs started to burn as if the brand was still there. "They kept me as payment for what my parents had owed them. At first I was simply a janitor but once they saw me tear a car down in practically no time, they let me work off what they were owed. It wasn't until I tried to leave did they decide to mark me. So no man would touch me." I stood from my chair, raising my shirt to reveal my scar to both men. "And it would have worked, had I not found Jackson." I could tell that Clay was in shock as he just sat in silence, staring at the table in front of him. My hands shook as I lowered my shirt before exiting the clubhouse.

   As the work day was coming to a close I noticed Gemma was still at the shop, which was odd since the past few months she hardly comes in. Watching Abel on a daily basis can become a handful at times, especially when he begs to see me at work. "Gem, you and Abel can head to the house if you want. I'm just going to finish up here and I'll be right behind you." I gently suggested as I continued to put the days paperwork away. "Thank you sweetheart. I told Jax you were a keeper." She replied after kissing my cheek. "You be careful driving. It can be dangerous on those dark roads." Gemma said while heading out the door with Abel in one arm and the baby bag in the other. Once her car was off the lot and out of sight I finished up my paperwork and found myself sitting in the garage. Inhaling the sweet aroma of different scents that you could only find in a mechanics garage. It was like my security blanket and a part of me never wanted to leave.

         I was about half a mile away from the shop when I noticed a dark van pull up behind be. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time until I reached the dark half of the ride home and saw that they were still behind me. Then suddenly they began to honk their horn and flash their lights. Attempting to flag me down for some reason. It could be an emergency, you better make sure everything is alright. My conscious got a hold of me and I pulled my car over. This young blonde girl jumped out of the car, screaming "Help! Help! My baby's choking!" My heart began to pound out of my chest at the thought of a poor baby being in danger. I ran to the open sliding door and found the carseat across the van. Upon inspection I found a baby doll strapped into the seat, that's when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went black.