Young Pappy Death Novels & Stories

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

I furrowed my brow trying to focus on my two father's that stood before me. "Godliness, surely you jest, I'm Death and Life, um, not a God," I replied with my index finger raised accentuating my point. Rai chuckled at my antics and winked at me. I smirked at the sexy fucker and my wonderful father smacked me in the back of my head. I growled angrily and rubbed the spot. "I need to piss you off in order for you to reach your potential," he told me plainly. "You're full of shit, old man," I mumbled sourly and Rai stood. He was the Grim Reaper and my eyes traveled up his tall lucious frame. I ended at his glowing eyes and grinned at the desire I saw swirling in his orbs.

If he wants the baby dead, then what does Lilly have to do in the middle of all of this? "Who did this?" Liam asked the guy, but the young man was already slipping away, the liquid oozing down his shirt took a darker color. Liam shook him, "I said, who did this?" His voice bellowed in the hallway, slamming against the walls and returning back as an echo. "Who else do you think?" My voice didn't sound familiar to my own ears; Liam turned to me, his gaze drifting from the dead guy, "It's my dear father, who else would do something like this?"