Reaper's Ride: Graven Bastards MC (31 Days of Trick or Treat: Biker & Mobster), page 9
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Table of Contents:
Author’s Note
Common Terms
Reaper Métier
Playlist
Chapter 1 Snooki
Chapter 2 Pagan
Chapter 3 Snooki
Chapter 4 Pagan
Chapter 5 Lainey
Chapter 6 Pagan
Chapter 7 Pagan
Chapter 8 Lainey
Chapter 9 Pagan
Chapter 10 Lainey
GBMC Tonopah, NV Chapter
GBMC Las Vegas, NV Chapter
About the Author
Author’s Note
Reaper’s Ride is about club girl Snooki in the Graven Bastards MC, Tonopah, NV Chapter. Readers have asked if she would get a book, and I’m happy to include her story in this novella, part of 31 Days of Trick or Treat: Bikers and Mobsters.
This is a Halloween-themed story and introduces the newest Reaper to join the Tonopah GBMC.
If you’re curious about Snooki, she’s been mentioned in multiple books, but you can begin with Ridin’ for Hell. The series is best enjoyed when read in order, but since this is a crossover book, it can be read as a standalone. Devil’s Ride is about the president, Grim, and provides the background about how the chapter became Reapers. To start the series, I suggest both Ridin’ for Hell and Devil’s Ride.
Happy reading!
Common Terms
GBMC Graven Bastards Motorcycle Club. One-percenter outlaw MC. Founded in Tonopah, NV 1985. Founded in Las Vegas, NV 2023.
Devil’s Ride A deadly motorcycle ride into the Nevada desert and initiation into the motorcycle club.
Wraith Rider Spiritual entity and shadow warrior who shares the body of every Graven Bastard club member in the Las Vegas chapter. A kinsman to the Reaper.
Reaper Demonic entity sharing the body of every Graven Bastard club member in the Tonopah chapter. A collector of souls at time of death.
Reaping Slang, killing those marked for death.
Crossroads Bar and Clubhouse owned by the GBMC Tonopah, NV Chapter.
Pres President of the club. His orders/decisions are law.
Ol’ lady A member’s woman, protected and respected.
Brotherhood Unbreakable bond/kinship that trumps all other friendships/relationships.
One-Percenter Outlaw biker/club.
Cut Leather vest worn by club members, patches and club colors sewn on, sacred to members.
Church An official club meeting, led by the president.
Chapel The location for church meetings in the clubhouse.
Prospect Probationary member sponsored by an officer, banned from church until a full patch.
Full Patch A new member voted on and approved by the club.
Bloody Scorpions MC Rival club to the Tonopah Chapter.
Bladed Serpents MC Rival club to the Las Vegas Chapter.
Crimson Skulls MC Rival club to the Las Vegas Chapter.
Businesses
Tonopah:
Reaper’s Custom Riders & Repairs
Grim Towing, LLC
Linked
Revelations Ink
Hope’s Refuge
Millie’s Diner
Las Vegas:
Maddog Bail & Recovery, LLC
Shadow Investigative Solutions
Scarlet Siren
Reaper Métier
Grim Reaper – Aurabarer
Mammoth – Gravitor/Myokinetic
Rael – Berserker
Chrome – Elementalist
Exorcist – Soulripper
Jigsaw – Eviscerator
Wraith – Ghostwalker
Hannibal – Souleater
Patriot – Fearmonger
Chaos – Firewielder
Papa – Soulwithren
Bodie – Heartsunder
Bones – Chainbinder
Diablo – Bloodreader
Xenon – Cyclone
Toad – Renderscream
Shadow – Shadoweaver
Spook – Soulseer/Timespinner
Pagan – Spirit Sight
Zane – TBD
Playlist
Losing Control – Villain of the Story
Welcome to the Chaos (feat. Spencer Charnas) – Fame on Fire, Ice Nine Kills
The Devil Wears Lace – Steven Rodriguez
There’s Fear In Letting Go – I Prevail
Dirty Thoughts – Chloe Adams
RunRunRun – Dutch Melrose
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult
You can listen here on Spotify: Reaper’s Ride Playlist
Tonopah, NV
Pagan
I should have known I was in trouble the second I locked eyes with Snooki.
She’s a bossy brunette with thick thighs, killer blue eyes, and a smile that’s sure to slay my heart.
When I’m struck in a hit-and-run and my bike crashes, I don’t expect the feisty woman to come to my aid.
She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. With curves I can’t stop devouring and a spicy mouth to match, I’m sure I just met the woman destined to be my ol’ lady.
But Snooki isn’t looking for another mistake with a bad boy wearing leather, no matter how much I turn on the charm.
It’s time for Plan B, and I’ve got just the thing to make her change her mind.
October is ushering in spooky season, a night of wanton tricks and treats, and a clandestine meeting with a Reaper.
This Halloween, I’m determined to win Snooki’s love, even if it means I’ve got to stalk, tie her up, and play a forbidden game under a harvest moon.
Snooki
I’ve only been in love once, and since Rael found his ol’ lady, I’ve sworn it’s not my fate.
But when I meet a handsome biker and have to stick my finger in his artery to keep him alive, I feel a pull on my heart I can’t ignore.
Pagan is cocky, sarcastic, and he’s got a mouth dirtier than the Mohave Desert.
He swears I’m going to be his.
Newsflash: I don’t belong to anyone.
Pagan is sure that all he has to do is get me on the back of his Harley and give me a ride I’ll never forget.
It’s not gonna be that easy.
But when a masked man begins following and hunting me, I learn just how far my new stalker will go to ensure he claims me.
Written as part of the 31 Days of Trick or Treat Biker series, this story is a novella in the Graven Bastards MC Tonopah, NV Chapter.
Chapter 1 Snooki
“Ican’t believe you talked me into this,” I joked, stuffing more Halloween decorations into the basket of my cart. “This is obscene.”
In truth, it wasn’t. Not really, if you compared it to previous years. The Crossroads celebrated Halloween every year to the fullest extent. It was a month-long party that ended on All Hallows’ Eve with a massive celebration that reminded me of a carnival. It happened to be one of my favorite traditions. I looked forward to it every October.
Trish snickered. “Well, I’d be with you right now, but I have babies napping.”
Trish, Grim’s ol’ lady, and the club president’s wife, had become one of my closest friends. Me. A club girl who used to sleep regularly with several of the members. Most notably, Rael. That was before he met Nylah.
Was I bitter? No. I genuinely liked Nylah, and Rael adored her. They were a perfect couple. Besides, it had been years since he fell for the blonde nurse. Their little family had grown to three babies now. I hadn’t thought of him in that way for so long that it felt like ancient history now.
“True,” I replied. “I don’t have that excuse.”
I meant it as a joke, but my voice cracked.
Damnit.
“Hey, Snooki. It’ll happen to you. The right guy is going to come along
I snorted. “Right.”
“I bet it happens when you least expect it.”
I hated that phrase. It was so... I don’t know... falsely hopeful.
“Well, I’m not actively looking. Besides, Tonopah doesn’t have a lot to choose from,” I pointed out as I picked up a few boxes of purple and orange lights and placed them in the cart.
Tonopah, Nevada, was a small town in the middle of the desert—three hours from Las Vegas and four from Reno. Most people who passed through wanted to visit The Clown Motel, stargaze, or check out the haunted Mizpah Hotel. There weren’t a lot of single men moving to this old silver mining town.
“I guess you’re right,” she conceded. “I just want you to be happy, Snooki. You’re family. We all love you.”
It meant a lot to hear her say that, but she didn’t need to remind me. I already knew my place at The Crossroads and with the club. My role had changed since I stopped sleeping with the members. I’d become an employee and indispensable as a cook. It was a change I welcomed and loved.
I loved meal planning, prep, and feeding the club members as well as their families. It gave my life purpose and meaning beyond caring for the members in other pleasurable ways.
“I know. I feel the same.”
But... I was lonely. I could admit that.
Trish understood and didn’t press the subject. “What have you piled in the cart so far?”
“Lights. Giant spiders and rats. Oh, spooky candelabra that scream.”
“They scream?”
“Yep. Motion detected.”
“Oh, that’s perfect. What else?”
I went through the list, naming everything I stuffed into the cart. Trish planned to reimburse me once I brought her the receipt. “Last thing. I found a giant reaper.”
“No way,” she breathed. “How big?”
“Eight feet tall. He’s got an enormous scythe and his eyes glow red. Listen.” I pushed the button on the display and nearly jumped when the reaper’s screech filled the air, followed by sinister laughter. “What do you think?”
“I don’t care how much it is. Pick it up. We’ve got to have it.”
I didn’t point out that we already had several different reapers we used for Halloween. The club loved them. There was a reason for that, which I didn’t bring up over the phone, where anyone around us could overhear.
“I’ll get it. I still need to stop for groceries, too.”
“Take your time. You good for funds?”
It wasn’t insulting that she asked. Shopping for the club produced hefty bills. I appreciated that she wanted to know and didn’t want to put me in a position where I’d be strapped for money. “I think so.”
“If you take a pic of the receipt, I’ll send you cash right away.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Text me if you need anything else.”
“I will.”
We ended the call, and I pushed my cart to the front of the check-out lane, adding the Grim Reaper to the final purchase. As I left the store and approached the SUV I’d borrowed, I realized I didn’t think this through. The reaper was gigantic. And heavy. How the hell was I going to move this box by myself?
I decided to save the reaper for last. After unloading the shopping cart, I attempted to lift the box and grunted, nearly dropping it as the cart tried to roll away from me. In a moment of panic, I shouted a few obscenities, clutching the sides of the box and trying to use my foot to keep the cart from slamming into the back of the SUV. Just as my fingers began to slip, I heard a deep voice offering help.
“Let me get that for you, darlin’.”
My head snapped up, and I met the rugged, amused gaze of a stranger. He slid his hands around mine and over the box corners, using his body to keep the cart from slipping away.
“You can let go now.”
Um. Okay. I released the death grip I had on the box and stepped back, ducking under the thick, corded muscular arms of the stranger. Damn. Fucking arm candy.
I had a thing for veiny, muscular, inked arms. His tattoos covered every inch of his skin in black ink. I didn’t even pay attention to what they were beyond a skull and headstone because he spoke to me again and snared my attention. “Huh?”
A chuckle escaped that was half grit, half humor. “I said it’s secure now, darlin’. Need help with anything else?”
Speech? My racing heart? My fucking neglected clit? Nope. I decided not to say any of that out loud. Smart choice.
“Um, thank you. No.”
My gaze swept over him from head to toe, and I stared right back, not the least bit shy about it. No one should look that good in dark jeans, a black shirt, and a leather cut. I’d been around enough bikers to know what they called the leather vests they wore. It was sinful how the material of his jeans hugged his crotch and upper thighs.
Shit. I was staring at his bulge. Before I knew what I was doing, I was licking my lips. Smooth, Snooki.
“Darlin’, you gotta stop looking at me like that before I throw you on the back of my Harley and ride off somewhere private.”
Yes! Wait. No. Bad Snooki. Get a grip, girl.
“Sorry.” I blinked. Wow, I should have been mortified, but I was stuck on his offer. Okay. Not an offer. Just a declaration.
Can I still accept?
My vibrator was definitely not doing its job properly. We’d have to discuss this later. In depth.
A low growl erupted from the stranger’s chest as he stepped closer. “Damn, sweetheart. I just got into town, and you make me never want to leave.”
Was that my hand plastered to his chest? Palm flat against his abdominal muscles as he stared at my mouth?
What the hell was I thinking!?
I pulled my hand away and took a step back. “I’m just far too neglected,” I blurted. Shit. “Um, I mean. Uh,” I stammered.
His almond-colored eyes lifted from my mouth, and I swear I saw them darken with unnamed emotion. “I can help with that too, darlin’.”
I swear I processed what he said in less than half a heartbeat, considered it, and was ready to raise my hand like a good girl and tell him to take me hard and wild. In the dirt. On his bike. Wherever he wanted.
Shit. I need to stop reading spicy romance novels.
Of course, I replied with the only logical thing that made sense. “What’s your name?”
He grinned. This sexy as fuck biker flashed white teeth like a wolf scenting prey. “Pagan.” His head dropped as he hovered above my ear. “I’m staying at The Clown Motel. Room 108.”
My head bobbed in response. Wait. I just nodded like I agreed to some secret hookup in a haunted hotel and planned to ride him wilder than his Harley’s engine.
You’re too horny, Snooki, I told myself. It didn’t change facts.
“See ya soon, darlin’.” He kissed the pulse point beneath my ear and strode off, dropping onto the seat of the prettiest bike I had ever seen. It was dark blue and black, sleek, and the chrome sparkled in the waning afternoon sunshine.
He had parked only a few spaces away from me on the left. My thighs squeezed together as I caught his wink and the promise brimming in his eyes. He watched me before he started the engine and rode away.
That hot as fuck biker never asked my name. I couldn’t decide if that pissed me off, insulted me, or turned me on. Ugh.
“I need a good dicking,” I mumbled to myself as I shut the back of the SUV. My toys just weren’t cutting it anymore. I had needs that weren’t being met.
Was it really such a terrible idea to hook up with a sensual, handsome stranger? Someone who didn’t know me as a club girl. Who didn’t have expectations or heard rumors. Just a guy who wanted to fuck and promised pleasure.
Pagan sure looked like he could give me what I wanted.
I sighed as I drove to the market, picked up the items on the grocery list I made earlier that morning, and stuffed the bags into the full vehicle. Once again behind the wheel, I stared at the sun dropping lower to the horizon, thinking of Pagan.
He wore a cut, which meant he belonged to a club. I caught the Graven Bastards MC logo on the back as he rode away. The GBMC had clubs all over the U.S. There were quite a few nomads, too. It didn’t surprise me that Pagan rode into Tonopah, but it did make me pause and wonder why he didn’t ride to the clubhouse. Why stay in a motel?
