Reaper

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I'm sitting here in my bar looking at for my darling... I was going to ask her to be my old lady tonight I have everything ready and I sit and drink with my best friend we are both waiting for my Girl to walk in thru the door...

I close my eyes to remember when I meet her three years ago stranded in the night, her Red hair was short back then... I Remember her standing at the side of the Road with nothing but the cloths on her back... I stop and pick her up and it took me three month's for her to agree to go out with me.. I still remember the first date and the first night we had together... 

I look at the door I told her to be here at 6 pm but it's closer to 7 now... I start to wonder what happen.. she work at the Tattoo shop at the other side of town I walk over the my office and Call her shop.. the phone keep ringing.. what the fuck's going on... I look around when I see one of the Tattoo artist from my Darling's shop walk in and she look worried and she don't give me a smile as she come up.

"I was told to leave this to you.. I'm sorry My son was sick or I would have left it earlier" she tells me and I take the paper she hold out to me.

"How is he?" I ask... Sandy is one of the Few how are not part of the Club but I see her as my sister and that son of her's nephew..

"He's better but I need to get home... She told me to take next week off from work" she tells me and walk out...

I look at the paper that I have in my hand... I look at it and I walk to my office again it's in her handwriting....


Dear Reaper...

I hate goodbye's and I'm sorry Darling it's time for me to leave now... I can't stay any longer I'm sorry... But my heart will always be with you... I'm sorry...  I took the ring you gave me Reaper... When we meet I was running way from my family... My Father to tell you the truth... My Grandfather found me and told me that he's dead... and I need to return home... since I'm he's only Heir... Please don't look for me it will only bring trouble to you and your club... This Three years I have had with you have been heaven My Reaper... But I need to get home to get my Father's thing's ready... I don't know if I will see you again... but remember I only love you...

Yours Jennie


I scream as I read the letter she left me... I growl as I see my brother's look at me.. She left me with a fucking Dear John letter... she didn't have the Balls to tell it to my face... But I knew she was a afraid of her father how was a dangerous man that I knew but I can't believe she didn't come and tell me straight to my face and I Throw the beer bottle in the wall as my friend walk in and they look at me.

"What's Wrong Jacks? " My oldest friend and my VP ask...

"She left" I growl and start throwing things around and she took the only thing I had from my mother with her.. the Rose ring...

They look at me as Sit down in the behind the raven desk and I look at the letter that I got...

"Find her" I growl and I walk out of the club and I take my bike for a ride...

It's been only five hours since I saw her last... I left for some club things... and I get back home and I walk up the drive way and as I open the door to the house and every thing of her's are gone from the only thing I have of her is the torn Photo of us... I sink to my knee.. My darling is gone.. I take the Photo and I start tape it together again...

"If it's the last thing I do I will find you"  I growl out as I look at the only photo I know We took together... She deleted me out of her life.... my darling Jennie... I will find you....


The morning after I get back to the Club telling them all what Have happen and made sure that they all are to look after my Girl... I made sure they all know That Jennie is my old Lady... I see the color drain from one of the Prospect's face and I know I miss something...  I made her my old lady the day I put my mother's Ring on her finger... but She wasn't given the Vest to wear because I didn't thing she was ready for that... I walk out of the Club and on to my bike....



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