Reaper’s Fall Read Online Joanna Wylde (Reapers MC, #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, Drama, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Reapers MC Series by Joanna Wylde
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
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Small spaces made me think of prison.

Of course, so did talking about Pipes.

“So, he was in our block with us,” I said. “Probably about thirty years old, and with our club alliances, partnering with him seemed natural enough. He prospected when he was eighteen—Dad was a patch holder. Things started going downhill when their old president died about two years ago. Marsh was their VP at that point—he’s the president now. Seems weird that we’ve never met him at a rally or anything.”

“That’s enough to raise red flags right there,” Gage agreed. “We’re supposed to be allies, but they never come to any of our events. I knew Rance was on it, though, so I never gave it much thought. Always been a profitable partnership. In a weird way, I’m glad it came up—gave me an excuse to get away from The Line.”

“What’s up with that?” I asked, curious. Gage rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then answered.

“Guess I was bored,” he said. “Been looking for a reason to step back for a while. As fun as it sounds to be surrounded by bare ass and tits all the time, those tits are attached to a lot of fuckin’ drama. I’m burned out on it.”

I gave a laugh, because you couldn’t argue with that.

“I have a feeling that we’ll be involved here for a while,” he continued. “This situation will need watching, and I wanted a change of pace. Timing was good.”

He slowed the truck as we reached the outskirts of town. Buildings started to appear alongside the road. Not much farther to the truck stop where we planned to set up shop for the night. The bikes were trailered behind us, along with some basic furniture and shit—just enough to set up an apartment or something. We’d debated that approach initially, because showing up in a semi underloaded with motorcycles would make us stand out. But standing out wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. We needed to make contact with the club, hopefully sooner rather than later. Our cover story pegged Gage as a trucker looking for a new base of operations after an ugly divorce. I was his cousin, here to help him find a new place and get settled.

If we played it right, they’d hear about us hitting town but wouldn’t give it a second thought. Just a couple of independents—no threat to the club.

Up ahead I saw the lights of the truck stop. It wasn’t as big as I expected—more of a souped-up gas station than anything else, although I knew from their website that they had a convenience store with showers around the back. Gage slowed the big rig, pulling behind the building, where they had parking for the trucks. We rolled to a stop, then climbed out to look around.

“Not a whole lot here, is there?” I commented.

“Population is about three thousand,” he replied. “Small, but not so small that they don’t see the occasional stranger. Rance filled me in. He stops by every couple of weeks to check on Marsh.”

I nodded—Rance was smart. We could trust his intel.

“Rance thinks the best way to get in is through Marsh’s sister, Talia. Apparently she’s always bringing home some new guy. She and Marsh are close, so he puts up with it. Even lets ’em in the clubhouse, which seems wrong somehow. Perfect way to get in as a hangaround, though. Collect some good information that way.”

“No shit,” I said. “You planning to fuck her, or is that on me?”

Gage snorted.

“Get right to the point, don’t you?”

“Saves time,” I replied. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see Melanie’s name pop up with a text.

MEL: Jess dragged Taz home again this afternoon. I’m going to strangle her—turns out he’s a screamer, too . . .

I snorted, not thrilled by the fact that Taz was at her place, but at least she didn’t sound interested in him.

“What’s that?” Gage asked.

“Melanie,” I replied. “Says Taz is loud during sex.”

“Really . . . Do I want to know?”

I laughed. “Probably not. Taz hooked up with Jessica at the rodeo—wonder how Pic feels about that?”

“I think he’s given up on controlling the girls in his life,” Gage replied. “Why’s Mel texting you? I thought you weren’t gonna tap that.”

“We’re friends, I guess,” I replied, uncomfortable with the word.

“If you’re just friends, you mind if I hook up with her?”

I nearly took the bait, then I caught the shit-eating grin he was trying to hide.

“Fuck you. So what’s the plan now?”

“We’ll check things out,” he said. “See if we can establish a presence, take it from there. That work for you?”

“Sure,” I said, trying not to think how much time that’d mean away from Mel. “But I’d rather not fuck the sister if I don’t have to.”

Gage snorted. “You haven’t seen her yet.”

He grabbed his phone, swiping at it and then handing it over so I could see a picture. Damn—the girl was gorgeous. Long red hair, bright green eyes. Brilliant white smile. Oh, and it didn’t hurt that her tits were huge and halfway popped out of the tiny little American-flag bikini she wore. Allegedly covering her legs were a faded pair of Daisy Dukes. The top button was even open.


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