Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 (19 page)

We found Baxter pretty quickly. Knox
insisted on checking the rest of the house to make sure we did not get
ambushed. And low and behold we found an additional captive who we took with
us; a woman with reddish colored hair who had been beaten so badly she could
not even open her eyes. She whimpered in pain every time Knox took a step. He
cradled her gently, but she was so battered nothing but time would heal the
pain. Her creamy skin was littered with bruises and cigarette burns and she held
her arm to her body, which told me it was either dislocated or broken.

Knox refused to let her go even when
they got into the truck. One look from him and we all backed off as he sat in
the back with her on his lap. Although his body was still from holding her, his
multi-colored eyes raged, his jaw ticked as whatever he was feeling boiled
inside of him.

We made it to our safe house in
Petersburg and as soon as we got everyone inside, Colton
’
s
phone started ringing again and again and again.

“
Answer it before it wakes
her up,
”
growled Knox as he carried
the female into one of the bedrooms.

“
What?
”
Colton whisper shouted as
Whistler and I laid Baxter down on the couch. He was beaten pretty badly but
nothing compared to Knox
’
s girl. His eyes were
swollen, his lip busted, but he kept asking about his daughters.

Colton was quiet as we heard the voice
on the other end.
“
We have him,
”
replied Colton to whatever
was asked of him.
“
No worse for the wear,
”
was his next response.
“
What?
”
Colton yelled.
“
I
’
m
gonna kill the motherfucker. Did you stop her?
”
This one sided conversation
was killing me. I came to stand next to Colton, trying to hear more.
“
Alright,
alright. I am on my way.
”

Just breathe motherfucker. Just
breathe.

“
Talk to me brother.
”
Colton was already pacing
before he even ended the call.

“
Crazy Z called Logan. He
told her about having Baxter. He wants to trade Baxter for her and she agreed.
”

“
What the hell was she
thinking?
”
I
joined Colton in his pacing.

“
Don
’
t
let her,
”
groaned Baxter.
“
I
’
ll
go back before I let him have her.
”

“
Don
’
t
you worry,
”
Colton
promised.
“
She is not getting within 100 feet of that
sick bastard.
”

“
So tell me everything,
”
I demanded as I looked
between Baxter and Colton.

“
Z called telling Logan he
wanted to trade her for her father. That nothing would happen to him if she
agreed. He asked her to meet them at the safe house we were just at tonight. He
said that if Logan agreed to be his, he would forget what happened with her
father and let him live.
”

“
That fucker. He told her so
that she would know Baxter was alive. Shit. He said that shit because he knew
one of the two clubs was going to kill him. He just didn
’
t
want to look like the bad guy to Logan. What the hell are we going to do
Colton? Logan and Campbell were not even supposed to know we ever saw Baxter.
What the fuck now?
”
Did we help or hurt by taking Baxter?

“
Tank I swear to God if
something happens to her. I . . . I will fucking lose it. Every motherfucking
member of the Hellhounds will die. I . . . I can
’
t .
. . I just can
’
t.
”
He ran his hands back and
forth over his head.

I grabbed Colton
’
s
shoulder.
“
I know. What do you want to do?
”

“
Pop wants you, me, and
Whistler back ASAP. Knox, Gunner, Ax, and Trigger can stay here in case
anything happens.
”

“
Let
’
s
ride,
”
I said.
“
Ax
give him your keys. Bikes will get us there faster.
”
The prospect obeyed as I
walked out the door with Whistler and Colton right on my heels.

We made it back to the clubhouse in 90
minutes with Colton barely turning the bike off before he was through the front
door.

“
Logan. God damn it Logan.
Get. Down. Here.
”
I had never see Colton so pissed off.

“
I
’
m
right here,
”
she
said as she walked through the kitchen door. Logan
’
s
back was against the wall with her legs wrapped around Colton and his tongue
down her throat before anyone could say a word.

Movement at the top of the steps caught
my eye as I saw Sunshine watching her sister and Colton. I took the steps by
twos as I raced to her.
“
What were you thinking?
”
I hissed before my lips
slammed into hers with a hard kiss.

“
Cam,
”
Colton yelled from below.
“
Get
down here NOW.
”

“
Looks like it is time to
pay the piper,
”
Campbell
said pushing on my chest. Our lips were only inches from each other that I felt
her warm words brush across my face. Grunting, I grabbed her hand and dragged
her down the steps to Logan and Colton.

“
What the hell is going on?
”
Colton looked from Logan to
Campbell.

“
We figured we would make
the deal,
”
started
Campbell.

“
And then use me as bait to
get Baxter there so the Soul Reapers could end this,
”
Logan finished.

“
Oh. So you took it upon
yourself to make this happen?
”
Colton was pissed.

“
Yes.
”
Campbell
’
s
aloofness took me by surprise and evidently Colton as well because he laughed a
wicked laugh.

“
You have no fucking clue.
”
He spat out.

“
Don
’
t
talk to her like that,
”
yelled Logan, as she pushed Colton
’
s
body away from hers. Logan grabbed Campbell
’
s
hand and pulled her behind her.

“
We were out rescuing your
piece of shit father from the Hellhounds. When Z finds out that Baxter is gone,
he is going to go ape shit crazy. And when that happens who do you think he is
going to come after? YOU!
”
He said as he pointed to Logan.
“
Campbell
already told us how obsessed he was with having you and now you are just a
phone call away. FUCK!
”
Colton screamed as he kicked the kitchen
door open before storming through it.

“
Shit,
”
cried Logan as tears ran
down her cheeks.
“
How was I supposed to know?
”

“
You weren
’
t,
”
answered Wesson.
“
That
was the point.
”

“
What are you going to do
with Baxter?
”
Campbell
questioned as she took Logan in her arms. Logan curled into her and she cried
quietly.

“
That is club business.
”
Prez did not wait for any
response as he turned and walked into his office, effectively ending the
conversation.

“
Oh my god,
”
Logan cried louder as
Campbell tried to calm her. Campbell
’
s
eyes found mine, searching for the truth but I broke our connection as I
followed Colton into the kitchen.

Just breathe motherfucker. Just
breathe.

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN

Campbell

Happy fucking birthday to me!
The
silence of the clubhouse was unnerving as I half dragged, half carried Logan
towards the room she shared with Colt. She was a hot mess, sobbing for Baxter,
crying over Colton, blabbering on about what happened to us and what we could
possibly lose with one word from Wesson. I felt numb. Did I want Baxter to die?
No, but then again he made his bed a thousand times over and was finally caught
in his lies.

I lay next to Logan, running my fingers
through her hair to soothe her like she used to do to me when I was a kid.
Logan eventually cried herself to sleep. I must have fallen asleep as well
because some time later yelling woke me up from a dead sleep. I looked around
trying to get my bearings and knew that I was in Colt
’
s
room when I saw Logan still asleep next to me. Everything came rushing back to
me and I quickly crept out of the room to see what was going on. I stayed along
the wall, doing my best to stay out of eyesight as I came to rest at the top of
the stairs. What I saw had my breath stalling in my lungs. All the brothers
stood in a circle with Tank and his father in the middle. Both had their shirts
off as they circled back and forth around one another.

“
You piece of shit,
”
yelled Whistler as he swung
at Tank, who easily stepped out of the way. Whistler staggered as he brought a
bottle to his lips taking a healthy swig.
“
I
can
’
t
fucking believe you, picking gash over brothers. You
’
re
as fucking worthless as the day they died,
”
slurred Whistler.
“
I
thought you would eventually man up but it looks like you will always be that
fucking cry baby I found tied to a fucking chair. But now instead of a chair,
you are tied to a fucking pussy.
”

“
Picking pussy over brothers
and now ours hands are fucking tied because you and lover boy over there,
”
he slurred as he pointed to
Colton,
“
voted
with your dicks instead of doing what was right by the club. Those pussies you
wear upstairs means more to you then the cut on your back.
”

“
You don
’
t
know what the fuck you are talking about old man.
”
They circled again. Tank
’
s
eyes were black as night.

“
I don
’
t?
Have you told your latest pussy upstairs about what a fucking cry baby you are?
”
Tank growled in
frustration.
“
Have you cried to her yet about how you
wailed while you watched your mother and sister being raped to death? You were
worthless then and you are worthless now.
”
Whistler downed the rest of
whatever was in the bottle before throwing it at Tank, who easily batted it
away. The shattering of the bottle against the floor echoed throughout the
room.

 
“
Why
don
’
t
you shut the fuck up and go the fuck to bed. Sleep this shit off,
”
Tank roared as he became
the hunter and his old man the prey. I flinched at the emotionless expression
on Tank
’
s
face. It was as if he was devoid of any humanity. The same look he carried the
first night I met him.

“
Bed.
”
What the fuck?
Could
Whistler not stop?
“
Of
course you would recommend pussy to me. Since you seem knee deep in it with
that fresh gash upstairs. Maybe she will open those legs as easily for me as
she did for you.
”
His grin was evil as he egged Tank on.
“
She
was a fucking bitch in heat, panting after you whenever you were in the fucking
room. She finally let you slip inside? Get a taste of the cream she serving?
”