MC Goddess~ On Hold

Chapter 4

Reaper stood there, his face white with shock while his eyes stung. He understood why the woman, Annika, had been so angry before. She had been tortured multiple times overseas, the last place she thought she would see it again was in her own father's backyard. Groaning, he made his way to the bar, where a Prospect had taken over Striker's job. Annika had been correct, Striker had been the thief, and was enjoying his accommodations in the cells, dangling from chains. Reaper couldn't help but wonder how Annika had known but put it down to her skills from the army. He doubted she would have a problem with their treatment of the traitor, not that she had a choice. But then again, she was the Prez's daughter, so she would naturally be seen but being a female, would be expected to stay silent. Something, however told him that the gender stereotypic ways of the club were going to change soon.

They had almost changed twenty-five years before. Reaper had only been five or so, when Jaxon's life and lives of the club started to change for the better and it was at the hands of the ol' lady of the Prez. The beautiful Scandinavian woman, named Sunniva had Jaxon wrapped around her finger, but she was one of the good ones. Treated her man right, had quickly became the mother of all in the club. If he went along the lines of her native country, Reaper was sure Sunniva would have been known as the Allmother, or at least he guessed she would be seen as that. He didn't know much about Norse mythology, but what he did know was the wife of Odin was the Queen of all Asgard and was known as the Allmother, as she protected all.

Staring at his beer, Reaper found himself thinking about the Prez's face when they had gotten the news of Sunniva's disappearance. The whole club had been worried about the man, he had after all lost his other half; more than just that- the couple had been expecting a child. The Devil's Dragons went on a rampage after that; backing up their leader as he sought out those who had taken his wife from him. There were months where all Reaper saw was blood and dead bodies. They had taken out all of the club's enemies, some that they had been skirting around for years; not wanting to disrupt the peace; they all died.

It was during this time that he and his friend, Grimm, had made their first kills. They had been put in charge of protecting the children of the doctor at the time. The children were three-year triplets; barely able to walk let alone run away. Grimm and Reaper had been bored out of their skulls, being only eight or so. One of the club's enemies; The Norsemen had thought that it was an offence for one of the Renegades to have been with someone, who they believed belonged with them. So, while the club was out dealing with another low-life club, the once Norwegian club had sent their shit-kickers to ransack the club house. The five men had to have been the lowest of all life-forms as they saw killing children an act of righteousness. Grimm and Reaper had hidden the three children and fought the men. Two children under the age of ten fighting and killing five twenty-year-old men; what a joke. But joke none-the-less, the two boys had succeeded and were found hugging the triplets, covered in their foes' blood.

Some would say that their childhoods died that day, others- who lived the same lifestyle they did would detest stating that it was the day that their lives started for good, the day that they received their street-names; their status of manhood. In Reaper's mind, it was the day they became part of the club. Sure, it had been expected of them to become part of Devil's Dragons family; but it was on that day that he personally felt as if he had a right to be there at the club, rather than being nothing more than an extension of his father.