White Reaper Rising

by brunettefan89

Three years have passed since the Final Ride. The dead are returning, but not as zombies. Across the globe six people have been reborn. Society as a whole is grappling with this change. People asked who would be next. No one expected the next rebirth to be in Stockton prison during dinner.

4. Chapter 4

"I shouldn't answer the phone anymore." Chucky sighed as he hung up on the New York Times again. "They won't stop calling. I keep saying no comment but they won't stop!"

Filip Telford aka Chibs lit another cigarette as he leaned against the desk. "Gate stays closed unless it is one of ours or a paying customer." He gruffly ordered. "I've called the sheriff. She might be able to spare someone to keep the crowd under control."

The phone rung. Chucky grabbed it with some hesitation. "Teller-Morrow, how may I help you?"

"I can't get into the damn lot!" Tig Trager yelled into the receiver. He had been sent out to tow a Mercedes that broke down on a major highway.

"HAPPY!" Chibs yelled. "Grab Quinn and clear a fucking path for Tig!"

Two pairs of heavy footfalls exited the garage. The press had shown up before the garage opened that morning. Chibs had been lucky to make it inside before the mob began too large. He had been in shock over the news, but had the sense to keep the place on lockdown. They did not need strangers who were paid to be nosy crawling all over the garage and clubhouse. Poor Chucky had been chosen to be the PR manager.

His personal cell phone rang. He recognized the number as Althea's. "Good morning, darling."

Althea Jarry was sitting in a cruiser parked across the street. "I'm posting two units here," she told him firmly. "If I don't, one of you guys might end up killing someone."

Chibs snorted. "It would be better if you kick them out of town."

Althea chuckled. "First Amendment." Her tone changed. "Should I be concerned about what you plan to do?"

His eyed darkened. The passage of time had not sorted out his complicated feelings for Juice. The leaked photos of the scar tissue Reaper and that puppy dog face had made his heart almost explode. One of his first thoughts was to rescue him from that sterile room. "The Club has no position on this situation yet."

"I don't feel reassured," she replied dryly. "Just promise me that you won't do anything stupid like sneak into St. Thomas. Security already stopped two reporters and some guy calling himself God's Hand."

Chibs twisted his mouth. "I will bring it to the table."