Mindi’s Promise (Reapers Rejects MC – Origin Stories #0.5) Read Online Elizabeth Knox

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reapers Rejects MC - Origin Stories Series by Elizabeth Knox

Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

After being beaten and broken for far too long, I left the only place I called home—Salt Lake City, Utah. But the city wasn’t the only thing I left behind. I left my abusive ex-boyfriend, and in turn I started a new life. One where I could breathe and finally stand in the sun. One where I wasn’t having a dark cloud hanging over me.
I ended up settling down in a small, rural town. I didn’t want to be in some place too populated because I left Salt Lake City in a hurry. I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay in this small town for long, so I got a weekly rental at a local motel and found a job at a restaurant.
I should’ve known things wouldn’t stay calm for long. A lot of people passed through this area on the regular, but I’d never seen bikers until the Reapers Rejects MC rolled through. I didn’t know their names, but I came to find out their names rather quickly. Especially, Fist.
His eyes were captivating, but his demeanor is what called me to him. I had no business getting into anything with another man so soon, but Fist wouldn’t take no for an answer.

We went out on one of our usual runs, and that’s when I saw her. I didn’t know her name, but I knew she was a voluptuous blonde-haired beauty. I later discovered the vixen’s name was Mindi. I knew then and there I wanted her. I didn’t expect anything to stick with her, but the next time I came back she was there.
I became enamored with Mindi and everything that she was. I even ended up taking her back home to Billings. I’d never done that with another woman and I knew I wasn’t letting her go anywhere. I was always told ‘when you know, you know’ and I finally knew what that meant.
If only things could’ve been so simple.




The only way I’m going to find peace is if I leave. As much as I hate admitting it to myself, I know it’s true. My life didn’t always use to be this hectic, but over the last few weeks, things have changed drastically.

What was once my safe haven of a home has now turned into a dangerous cyclone of chaos. My boyfriend, Tyler, has been acting unlike himself. He’s irritable, restless, and has been paranoid. He keeps telling me that people are out to get him, and I know this isn’t like him.

For a while, I was concerned. I tried to figure out what was going on, and then I found a baggy filled with white powder. It looked almost like powdered sugar, but it was in the drawer where he kept his tools. I wouldn’t ever put powdered sugar in a baggy, nor would I put it in that drawer. I have an entire Tupperware system for my baking needs.

I never had any experiences with cocaine, but I heard what it did from people on the streets. In a matter of minutes, I knew exactly what was going on. If Tyler wasn’t using cocaine as his drug of choice, then he was using something else. I had already made it up in my mind. It didn’t help that I was finding evidence around the house we were sharing together. A house that I’d now be leaving today. All I have to do is finish getting my shit ready and then throw it in the trunk of my car.

Leaving him isn’t easy. I’ve loved Tyler for years, and I do still love him—but I’m not in love with him. I can’t even recognize the man I sleep next to. He’s turned into someone else. Something else.

I head upstairs to the bedroom I share with Tyler and go into the closet. I have two suitcases in there, and I have to fill them to the brim. I need to get whatever’s important to me and leave whatever else behind. Tossing them on the bed, I go back into the closet and look for my shoebox with my heels. I have an envelope in there under the shoes that should have about two-thousand dollars in it. It should give me a little bit of a buffer while I travel and figure things out. I don’t even know where I’m going yet, but I don’t want to be in Utah anymore. If I really think about it, I haven’t been happy in a long time.

I pull the lid off the box, and my heels are there, but the envelope of cash isn’t—and I know I haven’t done anything with that money. My heart sinks into my stomach, and I stay slumped on the floor for a few moments. The door being slammed downstairs causes me to jolt up. I take my heels from the box and grab a couple of my shirts that’re hanging in the closet. I walk out of the closet and put them in one of my bags, then go back into the closet. The stuff I just grabbed is more of summer attire, so I grab some cardigans, my rain jacket, and a heavier winter-style coat. By the time I’m out of the closet and am shoving them in the bag, Tyler’s walking into the bedroom.