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  Sydney’s Battle

  Reapers MC Second Generation Book 1

  Elizabeth Knox

  Sydney’s Battle

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Sydney’s Battle. Copyright © 2021 by Elizabeth Knox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information, contact E. Knox.

  Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Anna Gorman, Knox Publishing

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Cover Designer: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations

  Photographer: James Critchley, James Critchley Photography

  Models: Megan Jessica Taylor & Ricky Lintott

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Warning

  Reapers Rejects MC

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

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  Trigger Warning

  This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run-of-the-mill romance, and tough subjects will be discussed in this storyline. This story could include things like rape, kidnapping, abuse, domestic violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and many other potential triggers.

  Please also be advised it is not recommended to read this book as a standalone.

  Reapers Rejects MC

  Gone But Never Forgotten:

  Fist – Former Prez (Deceased)

  Cracker – Former VP (Deceased)

  Saffron – Fist’s woman, Sakura’s sister, Sydney’s mom. (Deceased)

  Billings, Montana Charter

  Zane – Prez – Ol’ Lady – Octavia

  Children: Sydney (adopted), Neo, Knox

  Blackjack – VP – Ol’ Lady – Ashley

  Children: Dex (Blackjack’s previous relationship), Noelle & Fist

  Bull – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady – Alexa

  Grim – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Natalie

  Children: Aggie, Davina, Sorcha (Nat’s Kids)

  Tex – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy

  Children: Kat

  Dracus – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy

  Children: Nova

  Bolt – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy

  Children: Jordyn

  Zorro – Full Patch — Ol’ Lady — Ruby

  Axel – Full Patch — Ol’ Lady — Rosa

  Hammer – Full Patch

  Frost – Prospect — Ol’ Lady — Cheyenne

  Chaz – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Crina

  Turmoil – Prospect

  Bama – Prospect

  Stiletto – Prospect

  Siren – Prospect

  Doom – Prospect

  Las Vegas, Nevada Charter

  Damon – Prez – Ol’ Lady – Kat

  Children: Luna

  Dixon – VP – Ol’ Lady – Indra

  Children: Jalen (Indra’s previous relationship) & Khloe

  Booger – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady – Camila

  Children: Ransom

  Widow – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Tania (A Jackal)

  Children: Zoe (Widow’s previous relationship) & Talon

  Cobra – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Izzy

  Hawk – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Raven

  Kade – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Ivy

  Children: Orion & Fate

  Mouser – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Sakura

  Ripper – Prospect

  Jolt – Prospect

  Spark – Prospect

  Poison – Prospect

  Brick – Prospect

  Doc – Prospect

  Boulder – Prospect

  Rooster – Prospect

  Chihuahua, Mexico Charter

  Amara – Prez – Ol’ Man – Dante

  Prologue

  Gears

  2 Years Ago . . .

  Sittin’ in the passenger seat beside my Prez, Boomer, I glance out through the window. Wyoming and Montana look so much alike, at least in the country. It’s open, endless fields. In this case, they’re snow-covered, but it’s the time of year for it. I’ll be countin’ down the days until I can be back on my bike, though. Ridin’ in a car isn’t the same and it never will be.

  “You’re such a fucking asshole!” The woman in the back of the SUV screeches. The entire ride, she’s been nothin’ but a pain in our asses. If we were smart, we would’ve stuck some duct tape over that mouth of hers. At least she’s given us some entertainment. My club, the Corrupt Kings MC, is handin’ this bitch back to the Reapers Rejects MC. She used to be one of their clubwhores. I don’t know all the details, but my guess is she got her panties in a twist and then decided she was gonna go spreadin’ shit she had no right spreadin’ around. We caught wind of it and snagged her, figured Zane could deal with her ass.

  We’ve been allies with the Reapers Rejects for a while now and while we’re never overly friendly, we do make a good team when the occasion arises. Bringing her back here seemed like the right thing to do.

  Boomer makes a right down the long lane that leads to the clubhouse and we stop where the club’s gate is. After a couple of moments, the gate opens up and we’re waved through. Boomer continues down the driveway until we see the clubhouse on the right and pulls up at the French doors that lead into the clubhouse. He and I proceed to exit the vehicle while we keep bitchy here in the back. It’s been snowin’, so she should be countin’ her lucky stars we’re even keepin’ the heat on for her. She’s a traitor of the club and while it’s not mine, I don’t think any traitor should be treated with respect, not after they’ve already shown what kind of person they are.

  Boomer leads the way and I follow suit, right in tow behind him. We walk into the clubhouse and a few of the guys meet us. “Hey man, long time no see,” Zorro, one of the club’s members, comes right up and greets Boomer.

  “Yeah, we haven’t been up here in a minute. Zane around? I got that bitch for him.” Boomer tells Zorro and Zorro gives him a curt nod.

  “Yeah, let me go get him.” Zorro makes his way toward the back and the door behind us opens.

  “We hangin’ out here for long, or gettin’ back to Wyoming ASAP?”

  Boomer shrugs. “I don’t want to stay, that’s for sure. This shit is too pristine for me, man, and I bet they don’t have any damn clubwhores. You seen one around?”

  I shake my head. “Nah.”

  Boomer and I walk toward the left of the clubhouse while we wait for Zane to come out and chat. Meanwhile, a couple of women come th
rough the clubhouse doors. One has jet-black hair that stops around her mid-back, and the other is a redhead, but not the natural kind. Hers is more like a fire-engine red and stops around the shoulders. Kinda reminds me of those badass cuts the alternative girls get on the tattoo magazines.

  “You gotta be shitting me,” Boomer grumbles.

  I glance at him, and his eyes are fixated on both of the women who just walked in. They walk very close to each other and the woman with black hair smiles at the other one.

  “You’ve gotta be shitting me right now . . .”

  The one with the black hair immediately stiffens. I mean, you can see it over every part of her body. I stare a little more closely at her, focusing on her facial features and know exactly who it is. It’s Cheyenne, Boomer’s sister. What is she doing here?

  The redhead wraps an arm around Cheyenne’s waist. “Everything okay?” I barely hear her, but I keep my focus on Boomer and how he looks pissed as can be.

  “Cheyenne, don’t act like you didn’t fucking hear me,” Boomer speaks up, takin’ a few steps toward his sister. His voice is strained and immediately I know he’s pissed, but I don’t get why. Sure, she’s here at the Reapers Rejects’ clubhouse, but what does that matter? There has to be something going on between the two of them, something I don’t know about.

  “Dude, remember what we talked about earlier. We weren’t gonna let shit go sideways here,” I state in a low voice. Sure, we get along with the Reapers Rejects, but we have other allies we’re much closer with. If we skirt the line too closely, this alliance could blow up in our faces and we know it.

  Cheyenne and the redhead talk amongst themselves, so while they do, I text the rest of our brothers who came here with us today and let them know we might have a problem. Boomer tends to be hotheaded most of the time, so I’m always cautious. As I click send, I realize Boomer isn’t beside me anymore and he’s right near the ladies. Shit.

  “My name is Boomer, prospect, and if you wanna stay one, you should show a little respect,” Boomer snaps at the redhead.

  “Boomer.” Cheyenne smiles brightly and attempts to speak, but Boomer cuts her off.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Cheyenne? I thought you were out in . . .” he loses his train of thought, but I doubt he even paid much attention to where she was in the first place.

  “I haven’t been there for a while now. I’ve been traveling. I took a pitstop here in Montana when I got a flat and the Reapers helped me out with it. My car should be ready tomorrow, and then I’ll be on my way.” I watch Cheyenne as she has this conversation with her brother, but I know something isn’t right. Her eyes are focused on his, as if her life depends on him accepting what she’s said. I don’t know what’s going on here.

  Boomer draws his brows together for a second, not believing it. “Why are you so close with this one?”

  “I fucked her a lot last night,” the redhead comments. “We’re keeping each other warm in the dead of winter. You know?” She’s immediately jumping to Cheyenne’s defense.

  “Chey’, how’s my little dude doing?” Bull, one of the other club members for the Reapers Rejects MC, asks as he goes up to them.

  “Little dude?” Boomer questions with raised brows. He knows something isn’t right now. He can see it plain as day he’s getting played.

  “Yeah, Chey’ here has been fostering some kittens the last couple of weeks. I’m adopting one of them.” Bull smiles and before I can blink, Boomer has his hand wrapped around his sister’s throat. Shit!

  “What the fuck you lyin’ to me for, sis? Huh? What you lyin’ for?” Boomer snarls in her face, raising his voice with every word.

  It all happens so quickly for me to process what’s going on. The redhead has her gun out, pointed at Boomer and Bull’s already slammed his fist into Boomer’s face. The impact was nasty and now blood is spilling over his lips. It reminds me of the type of shit we see during cage fights.

  “What the fuck!? This is none of your concern. It’s between my sister and me,” Boomer spits blood out onto the floor and Zane walks over from where I assume his office is. He hands a baby over to his ol’ lady and whispers something in her ear. I quickly notice how every woman and child disappears within a few moments, getting out of here before shit hits the fan.

  “Everything okay here?” Zane asks as he comes up.

  “Does it look okay?! This cunt has a gun on me, and this fucker made me bleed. You’ll pay for this, Zane. I’ll make sure of it.” Dammit. Here he goes with the threats, and he said we wouldn’t pull this shit. We weren’t supposed to get this far into any sort of heated discussion.

  “Mmm, I see. How about you give me Blossom now and you can be on your way since it’s obvious you overstayed your welcome,” Zane smirks, not even doubting why his people acted a certain way. He’ll stick up for them, time and time again. That’s a true Prez. We’ve had a couple of issues where Boomer has turned on some of our full patch brothers. As I witness what’s happening, I realize some things Boomer has said to me aren’t adding up.

  Boomer wipes his hand across his face and stands back up. “I’m changing the terms. You give me my sister, and I’ll give you Blossom. A fair trade, don’t you think?”

  Zane looks at Cheyenne, then back to Boomer. “Not going to happen. I’ll pay you for Blossom, but if you’re going to give me other backwoods ways of doing shit, you can get the fuck out of my club right now.”

  “Oh, Zane, you don’t wanna start a war with me.” Boomer shakes his head with a monstrous look in his eye. I’ve seen it many times, mostly before he’s carving his knife into our enemies.

  Zane takes a step closer to Boomer, going chest-to-chest with him. “Let me make one thing very fucking clear, Boomer. It’s me you don’t want to start a war with, not the other way around. So, take a fuckin’ breath and decide on whether your blood is going to be spilled over my new floors tonight or if you’re gonna walk away and never come near our territory again. Your sister is a Reaper’s Reject and we protect our own.”

  Boomer glares at Zane the way I’ve seen him scowl at women who’ve turned him down. He didn’t use to be like this. Shit, when we were at Sturgis this year, I overheard someone comparing Boomer to Rage. He used to be the Prez of the Demons of Hell MC, but he’s since died. It’s just fuckin’ crazy. As much as I don’t want to see the resemblance, I do, and I can’t deny it.

  “Get the fuck out of here and don’t make me say it again,” Zane warns.

  The redhead cocks back the slide on the gun pointed at Boomer. Instantly, I pull my gun from the holster just as Boomer’s being taken to the ground by Bull. Bull has his arms wrapped around Boomer’s side. The redhead grabs onto Cheyenne and gets her safely behind a couch while Boomer pulls the trigger and blood pools out around Bull.

  Fuck, fucking hell!

  Multiple gunshots are going off and the next thing I know, I’m hit. I trip over a wooden coffee table and land on my back. As much as I want to move, the pain shooting down my shoulder makes it next to impossible. Fuck, this pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It radiates down my limb and renders my arm basically useless. Though, I somehow manage to pull myself behind a piece of furniture and darkness begins to take over my vision.

  For a while, all I see is darkness, and then I spot Boomer’s face. He’s got a hold of my shirt and is clenching it in his hands. He’s gonna help me get outta here. Thank fuck. Just as I assume he’s going to wrap an arm around my side, he lets go of my shirt and pulls out his gun, pointing it right between my eyes.

  What the fuck is he doing?

  I look at him and he stares back. We’re both eyeing each other down and then gunshots ring out left and right. Boomer rushes out the door and skidding wheels can probably be heard for miles. Using the strength I have left, I glance down at the blood coming from my side. I hold my wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it’s no use. I’m a dead man. Fuck, if I’m going to die, why couldn’t Boomer just do it? Zane will pu
nish me for my Prez’s actions, and I have no doubt about it. It’ll be an eye for an eye, and he’ll think Boomer will come back for me. He won’t.

  He was going to shoot me.

  I’m as good as dead to him.

  Chapter One

  Sydney

  “Yes! That’s my girl,” I barely hear his words as I pull down my protective headphones. My father, Zane, loves to cheer me on. We’re out shooting back in some woods on our property. My dad owns hundreds of acres out here. It was left to him, my aunt Ashley, and my uncle Kade after his dad died.

  Now, my family is complicated at best. Zane wasn’t always my father, and biologically he isn’t any relation to me. When my biological mother was alive, she was a clubwhore here at the Reapers Rejects MC. She was hiding from her past and until a couple of years ago, I didn’t know the extent of it. While she was a clubwhore, she met my biological father. I never really knew him. He died when I was young in a club altercation. His name was Tank, and he was a full-patch member here. There are photos of him up on the walls of the club, but I couldn’t tell anyone a single memory I have of him.

  Now, my story gets more complicated from there. My mom shacked up with Fist, Zane’s father. He was the Prez of the club before Zane took over, and Fist was . . . god, he’s the dad I always knew. When my mom died, he made sure I stayed here. He made sure I knew he’d always be here for me, even when he was struggling with bouts of depression and barely hanging on. My aunt Ashley stepped up during that time and took good care of me. Zane did too, but everything was so complicated back then. All of our lives were a mess, and now years later, I’m here.