Reaper's Banshee by Ciara St James Book Read Online And Epub File Download
Overview: Reaper:
Being the president of the Iron Punishers MC should’ve been enough for Reaper. Only the last year or so, has him feeling like something is missing. When he sees his sister and her little family, he thinks he might know what that is, someone special. That someone you can always come home to at night and who’s always there for you.
However, the way things are going, he’s doubting such a person like that exists for him. That is until he strong-arms a club brother into going to the doctor and he sees his dream princess, Snow White, in the flesh. Seeing her instantly has him deciding he has found his one, only she isn’t giving him the time of day. He works to make her see they’re meant for each other.
Cheyenne:
Cheyenne has fought hard to try and overcome her fears. The main one being her fear of bikers. She does everything she can to avoid them in her town. That is until a couple of them walk into the doctor’s office where she works and she’s knocked breathless.
While she tries to run and avoid Reaper, he’s determined not to let her get away. He’s not fighting fair. Just as she starts to relax and goes to his clubhouse to meet his club, a terrifying ghost from her past shows his psychotic face. She’s been betrayed! She’s convinced that she let her guard down and Reaper has betrayed her.
As they battle to overcome fears, dark enemies, threats, and the pain of the past, Reaper and Cheyenne learn that anything is possible if you love enough. Reaper is willing to bring out his inner devil to reap those who stand in the way of his happiness and the safety of his woman. He’s more than willing to go to war and show these evil men trying to destroy good MCs, why he earned the nickname, Reaper. God help those who try to mess with Reaper’s Banshee.
Reaper's Banshee by Ciara St James Book Read Online Chapter One
The fall air felt chilly on my face as we rode back to Bristol. The couple of hours’ drive from Dublin Falls in Tennessee to our home in Bristol, Virginia, was a nice one. The scenery was always good, and the traffic wasn’t outrageous. Maybe a little when we got around Pigeon Forge and the Dollywood exit, but other than that, it was mostly smooth sailing. I usually enjoyed the hell out of this ride—just the road, me, my bike, and my brothers.
But this time, I couldn’t get rid of the vague ache in my stomach. That sense that everything wasn’t as good and happy as it could be. I ran through the main things in our lives right now. All the businesses were doing well. In fact, they were doing more than well. They were great. We’d been making more money than we’d ever made before. Enough that we’d just bought more land surrounding our compound to expand our holdings. I didn’t want to chance anyone moving in and building close to us. I hated nosy neighbors or ones who would call the cops every damn time we made noise. We rode fucking motorcycles, of course they made noise!
Our alliances with all the Archangel’s Warriors’ chapters, along with the Pagan Souls and Ruthless Marauders were going strong. The Dublin Falls Warriors being the strongest, since my little sister, Harper, was an old lady to one of their members, Viper. That hadn’t been what I was expecting when she’d been sent there for her protection three and a half years ago. I’d tried to interfere and keep her from becoming a biker’s woman, but she and Viper had been determined to be together.
I admit, I was glad it had all worked out. He made her very happy and their son, Cayden, was the light of my life. At two and a half years old, he was smart as a whip and had us all laughing. It killed me that I didn’t get to see him as much as I’d like. There was something about him that made me feel lighter inside. I was hoping they’d make me an uncle again soon. I was kind of surprised they hadn’t already. God knew they never seemed to be able to keep their hands off each other. Not something a brother wants to see or think about, to be honest.
We’d just enjoyed another family get-together at the Dublin Falls’ club. It was so amazing to see all those hard-ass men being family men. More than half the club was settled down and either had kids or were in the process of having one. I’d watched them and marveled at the difference just a few years could bring.
Maybe that was part of my unsettled feeling. Not a single guy in my club had an old lady. Hell, not even a girlfriend they saw on a steady basis. We had fuck buddies, club bunnies, and barflies. All were women more than eager to have sex with us. So, we were hardly going without, but they weren’t the kind of women you’d want to start a long-term relationship with, even if some of them would love to be with a biker. They saw it as a status thing, something to brag about to their friends, or a way to find a meal ticket. I didn’t fucking need or want that.
But for the past year, I’d been wondering more and more what it would be like to have someone special. To be like my brother-in-law, Viper. To have an old lady and a kid to come home to at the end of the day. Someone I could tell all my worries and share my triumphs with. Someone I could protect and support and have her support me when I needed it. But at the rate I was going, that didn’t seem like it would ever happen. None of the women I’d seen around town had captured my attention, at least not for more than a night of fun. Not one I’d want to wake up beside the next morning. Maybe that meant I just wasn’t cut out to be anyone’s man or have a family of my own.
The slowing down of the roar of the bike engines behind me shook me out of those depressing thoughts. We were coming up to our compound outside of town. I was happy to see we were once again back home. As the gate opened, we rode through and parked outside the clubhouse. The guys got off their bikes, all chatting and laughing. I took my time shutting down and taking off my gloves and helmet.
As they all streamed inside, all I wanted to do was go home and lie down. I looked longingly at my house, built not that far from the clubhouse. I liked the setup the Warriors had and had changed ours a few years ago. I’d converted my house in town to a rental and had a new one built here. My various brothers were following along slowly. Maniac, my VP, had built his next, then Mayhem, our enforcer. The last two were Ink and Tinker. I expected it wouldn’t be long until Crusher, Ratchet, Lash, and Spawn had theirs built. I’d heard them talking about wanting out of the clubhouse. It could get noisy on party nights.
I gave my house one more wistful look and went into the clubhouse. No way, after riding back, would the guys leave me alone if I went to my house without at least a quick stop in here. I’d spend an hour, then I was going to call it a night. I needed to get myself out of this funk I was in quickly. I didn’t want them to figure out something was bothering me. If they did, they’d be like a little hen party of old ladies, all trying to figure out what was wrong and how they could fix it. God, protect me from that!
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It’s been another damn week of feeling like something was off. Now, to top it off, I was having to babysit Ratchet. The bullheaded jackass refused to go to the damn doctor. I know, so did most of us, but not when it was obvious as hell that he had a damn infection. The only way he was going to get rid of it was to get some antibiotics, which meant a trip to the doctor’s office. He’d been snorting and coughing all over the place for a week. Finally, last night, I told him that he was going to the doctor or else. He’d protested, but I didn’t listen. I called and got him squeezed in for this morning at ten o’clock. I’d been waiting outside his room at seven this morning when he came hauling ass out of the room.
I knew he’d try to go to work and thought if he could get out of there before I caught him, he’d be safe. Too bad for him, I wasn’t born yesterday. I latched onto his neck as soon as he’d opened the door and stepped out into the hall. He’d groaned and begged me to not make him go. For such a big man, he was a pansy when it came to going to the doctor.
“Come on, Reaper, it’s just a cold. I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the doctor. I’m feeling better already,” he pleaded as he lied. He looked worse than last night.
“Ratchet, either you walk to my truck on your own or I’ll get a few of the guys and we’ll carry you there kicking and screaming. What’s it going to be?” I gave him my best glare. I heard it made people want to do whatever I said. After less than a minute of staring at me, he backed down.
“Fine, I’ll go, but it’s a waste of time,” he grumbled as he walked out and got into my truck. I didn’t waste time getting in and taking off. He could still try and jump out of the truck. I didn’t trust him to follow me on his bike. Besides, he looked like hell. He shouldn’t be riding today, anyway.
We pulled into the parking lot at the doctor’s office not long afterward. He gave me one last pleading look. “Get the fuck out of the truck, Ratchet, before I kick your ass all the way inside the doctor’s office. It’s just a damn visit, not surgery. Jesus, get a grip,” I growled at him.
He dejectedly opened his door. “Reaper, I don’t need a doctor. I’ll be fine. Just give it a few more days.”
“No, you aren’t fine. It’s already been a week and you’re getting worse, not better. You’re going to get some antibiotics, so we can knock this out before it becomes something that lands your ass in the hospital. Understood?” I gave him my best presidential stare down.
He sighed and then nodded. “Roger that, Pres. Let’s go get this over with.” He walked inside ahead of me, looking anywhere but at the people in there. I pushed him lightly on the back, so he’d go to the front desk. An older woman was there manning it.
She looked up and gave us a bored look. “How may I help you?”
“My brother here has an appointment at ten with the doctor,” I answered as I pointed at Ratchet.
“What’s his name?”
“Killian Hardison.”
“I need his ID, his insurance card, and then he needs to fill out these papers. Bring those back up when he’s done. Someone will call you back when it’s his turn,” she said in a bored tone. I guess nothing got her blood up. At least it was better than her staring at us in fear. A lot of people acted like that when they saw us in our colors and on our bikes.
I waited as he got out his cards and handed them to her, and then took the clipboard she handed him. We took a seat in the corner and he got to work. He was mumbling under his breath about some of the questions he was being asked, but I ignored him. I looked around the room. It was about half-full of mainly young people, mostly women. Several had small children with them. They were giving both of us nervous looks. I tried to smile, but it didn’t make any difference. I gave up.
I took out my phone and started to play a game on it. I glanced up only once when Ratchet took his clipboard back to the battle-ax at the front desk. He sat back down beside me and fidgeted. It was about five minutes or so later when his name was called. He stood up and began to walk away. I took a second to shut down my app, then I stood and looked up to follow him. That’s when I saw where he was headed, or more specifically, who he was headed toward.
I stumbled for a second because standing there, watching us with a startled look on her face, was a woman I instantly wanted to taste. As I got my feet moving again, I hurried over to her. She was standing in the doorway that I assumed led to the exam rooms in the back. She was watching us coming toward her.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Standing there was my favorite Disney princess, Snow White. Now, I’d never confessed to anyone that Snow White had been the one princess I thought was beautiful, and I’d had a crush on when I was a kid. What boy would say that? But I’d always found something about her white skin, blue eyes, black hair, and those red lips fascinating. As I got older, I found out real women didn’t look like that. However, it looked like I’d been wrong because she was standing in front of me as real as could be.
I devoured her with my eyes as I got closer. She was studiously avoiding looking either of us in the eyes. She held up the clipboard in her hand. “Mr. Hardison, if you’ll come with me.” She turned to hurry into the back. Ratchet caught the door and let go when I got to him. We both took off after her. She was quite a distance ahead of us. I watched her ass in those scrubs nurses seemed to wear. Though not body hugging, they showed an ass I could watch all day. One that had me getting the beginning of a boner in the middle of the doctor’s office. She stopped and had him step up on a scale to get weighed. When that was done, she led him to an exam room. She took his blood pressure, pulse, and temp. The whole time I watched her, she made sure not to look up at me.
“You can have a seat, and the doctor will be with you shortly. It says here you’ve had a cough and congestion for a week. Anything else?” She did look up when she asked him, but she was quick to look down. I saw Ratchet trying to grin, and I knew he was about to try and flirt with her. No way was that going to happen. I stepped between them and answered for him.
“He’s been having lots of sinus trouble for the past week. Now he’s coughing all over the place. I think he might have a sinus infection and needs antibiotics, Miss…” I waited for her to tell me her name and to look at me. She kept her eyes on her paperwork as she scribbled away.
“I’ll let the doctor know. Excuse me.” She scurried to the door. She was gone before I could say anything else, but I’d seen her nametag. It read, Cheyenne. At least I had a first name. Well, look out, little Miss Cheyenne, because you’re going to be doing a lot more than talking to me, if I have my way. Ratchet chuckled.
“Damn, she sure is a timid one, Pres. I don’t think she’ll talk to us. Hell, I was hoping I could get her number and maybe we could get a drink or something.” He had a tone of interest in his voice. Shit, any man would. I turned around and gave him my death glare. He leaned back in surprise.
“You fucking ask her out or anything else, and I’ll be reaping someone’s ass. Wanna guess whose?” He held up his hands in surrender and shook his head.
“Shit! No need to go there. I had no idea you knew her. No offense, Reaper.”
“I don’t know her yet, but that’ll soon be rectified. I don’t want you or anyone else getting any ideas.”
“You think she’s gonna wanna be a bunny? I know you always try out the new ones first, but she seems too timid to be one,” he protested. Anger flared up in my gut. I whipped around and grabbed his throat, pinning him to the table.
“She’s not going to be trying out as a damn bunny! No one is going to touch her, period. She’s off-limits, Ratchet,” I growled at him.
“Okay, okay I hear ya. I didn’t mean anything by it, man. She’s beautiful and I can see that a lot of the guys would be—” He shut up when he saw my face.
“Anyone touches her, and I’ll be sending souls to the devil.”
“Crystal clear. Though I’m not sure you’re going to convince her very easily. She seemed to be nervous as hell around us. I hate when people act like they think we’re nothing but outlaws and abusers,” he said in disgust.
“Me too, but with all the other clubs out there who do stuff like they do, I can’t blame people for being nervous and distrustful.” We were interrupted from saying more when there was a knock, then the door opened. I let go of him. In came an older woman, maybe in her mid-fifties. She greeted us with a smile.
“Good morning gentlemen, I’m Dr. Simpson. I see here one of you has been having trouble with coughing and congestion. Why don’t I have a look?” She quickly got down to business. She listened to his lungs, checked his ears, throat and nose, and then asked him a couple of questions. When she was done, she took a seat at the desk and started typing on a computer she’d brought in on a wheeled cart.
“It looks like you have a sinus infection. I’m going to write you a prescription for an antibiotic and cough medicine. You need to make sure you take all the antibiotics, not just until you start to feel better,” she cautioned him. “The cough medicine has some codeine in it, so only take as directed and only when you absolutely need it. I recommend it at night before going to bed. If you don’t see a significant improvement within seven days, come back and see me. We might need to try a different antibiotic. Do you have any questions for me?”
Ratchet told her no. I kept quiet. I wanted to ask where Cheyenne went. As soon as Dr. Simpson finished typing, she told us to have a good day and opened the door. We followed her into the hall. There were other staff members around, but I didn’t see Cheyenne. Another young woman came up to escort us out to the front waiting room. I tried to beat down my disappointment. I’d wanted a chance to see and talk to Cheyenne. Just the sound of her name made my blood heat.
As the other woman showed us back to the lobby, I stopped her. Her name tag said her name was Alisse. She was attractive too, but didn’t hold a candle in my mind to Cheyenne. “Excuse me, I’d like to speak to Cheyenne for a minute. Would you go get her for me?”
She frowned at me and then shook her head. “She took her lunch break. Listen, let me save you some time. Cheyenne isn’t into bikers, end of story. So, if you’re hoping for a hookup or something, forget it. She’s not going to give you the time of day for that,” she warned me with a glint in her eye. She was obviously protective of her coworker. I’d bet they were friends.
“Well, Alisse, I’m not looking for a hookup, so no worries there. Tell her I want to speak to her. Here’s my number. I’ll expect her call soon.” I grabbed a piece of paper off the desk and scribbled down my name and number. I handed it to her. She didn’t take it. I pushed it down in the pocket of her scrub top. “Don’t throw that away. I don’t mean any harm. I just want to talk. My name is Reaper.”
She frowned harder but didn’t take out the piece of paper. Finally, she gave a sigh and nodded. “I’ll tell her, but you’re wasting your time, Reaper. Chey won’t have anything to do with a biker. I hope you can learn to live with disappointment.” She said the last with a twist to her lips and then she walked off. I watched her for a second, then followed Ratchet out of the office. As we got settled in my truck, I knew without a doubt I’d be seeing Cheyenne soon. Even if I had to hang out after work to catch her on her way home. Something was telling me that if I let this woman get away from me, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. Hence, doing something I’d never done in my whole life. I’d written down my number, asking a woman to call me. Not the typical, which was a woman giving me her number and asking me to call her. Talk about a mind fuck there.
On the drive over to the pharmacy to pick up his meds and then back to the compound, Ratchet kept looking at me. I knew he wanted to ask what was up, but he didn’t. He’d be running to the others and telling them what happened as soon as all of them got in tonight from work. I knew I had until maybe tomorrow or the next day to decide what I was going to tell them. Even though I was the president, we were brothers and looked out for each other. They’d want to know what was up with me. I had less than forty-eight hours to come up with those answers. The only reason I had that much time was they’d be cautious to question me. I could be somewhat of a hard-ass at times.
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