All that’s left is a Ghost of you.
Part 2 : Can’t handle it, bunny ?
masterlist // series masterlist // part 1 // part 3
Pairing : biker!Simon Riley x biker!Reader
Content warning : violence, weapons, description of wounds.
Content details : bikergang!TF141, fem reader, original characters, English is not my first language, I only know so much about bikes and gangs.. lol
The sun filters through the dusty windows of the shop as you kneel beside your bike, wrench in hand. The scrape of metal on metal echoes slightly in the garage as you work to inspect the damage from yesterday’s accident. Your entire body is sore, you barely slept last night, the painkillers can only do so much.
Leyla dropped by earlier, offering help to work on your bike, which you politely declined. You’re embarrassed enough by how this happened, you don’t need other people looking at your failure from up close.
You sigh, wiping the slight sweat off of your forehead. You don’t hear him at first, but then boots on concrete echo slowly through the garage, making you turn around.
"Thought I told you to rest" Ghost steps into view, arms crossed, balaclava in place, eyes locked right on you.
“I did, I slept” you smile
He lets out a low grumble, eyes taking in your form ; the dirt on your clothes, the tool in your hand, the bike in front of you..
"Sleeping and resting aren’t the same thing, you smartass..."
You roll your eyes, before remembering,“Oh by the way there's a customer up front that wants to see you”
He narrows his eyes at the change of subject, clearly not done with the whole 'rest' conversation. But the mention of a customer distracts him.
"Customer, huh?" He quirks an eyebrow. "What for?"
He rolls his eyes, not one to particularly enjoy surprises.
"Helpful as always," he mutters, sarcasm dripping from his ton, but curiosity gets the better of him. "Guess I better see what they want then."
You're too distracted by the sight of Ghost deep in conversation with the customer, whatever is being discussed, it's got him frowning beneath that balaclava.
"Whacha looking at?" Timmy's voice cuts through your thoughts, his tone curious and innocent.
“Oh hi Timmy ! Just wondering what Ghost and the customer are discussing”
Timmy cranes his neck, trying to get a good look at the scene.
"Dunno. But it doesn't look like Ghost is happy," he says, tone slightly intrigued. "Maybe something serious?"
“He never looks happy” you chuckle
Timmy giggles in agreement, his eyes still fixed on Ghost and the customer.
"True," he says, grinning widely. "He's like a grumpy old man. All the time."
“Yep” you chuckle “hey by the way thank you for worrying about me last night”
Timmy's face lights up at your words and he gives you a bright smile. "You're welcome!" he smiles, revealing a missing baby tooth. "You looked really sad. Are you feeling better now?"
Timmy grins again, clearly glad to know you're feeling better, "cool"
Just then, the sound of a door closing catches both of your attention. Ghost steps out from the room, eyes flicking to you and Timmy before focusing on you. His expression is unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders is evident even from a distance.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" he says once he's close enough. His voice is gruff, as always, but there's a hint of something beneath it.
“Uh yes sure” you take a minute to stand up, body still super sore “whats up ?”
He watches you rise with a sharp eye, noticing the stiffness in your movements. His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t comment on it.
Instead, he lowers his voice so only you can hear. "That customer? Knows someone from the Green Devils."
His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unreadable behind the mask. "Says they heard something... about a girl on a green BMW targeting Reapers."
“oh” you cross my arms, “did you get other complaints reported ?”
He nods, the intensity in his eyes growing. "Yeah, 'Oh'," he repeats, voice rough.
"This isn't the first time we've heard about this girl," he adds, the words almost a growl. "But this is the closest she’s gotten to one of us."
“Really ? What did he know ?”
"Not much," he admits, his tone sharp. "Says her name is Jade. Big fan of causing trouble, real reckless. A thrill seeker."
He pauses, his eyes never leaving yours.
"And she's got it out for us."
"Yeah, great," he echoes, sarcasm dripping from the word.
"There's one more thing..."
You sigh “great”, already knowing this is gonna make you hate the bitch more.
"According to this guy...she's been asking questions. Specifically about you."
He nods, the intensity in his eyes unwavering.
"Yeah. Apparently she's been going around, trying to get info on you. Your routine. Your hangout spots. Hell, even your goddamn bike."
“I’ve never heard of her in my life I don’t understand”
He lets out a low grumble, the frustration in his eyes mirroring your confusion.
"Join the club," he mutters, shaking his head. "This is... odd to say the least."
His jaw clenches. "But she's clearly fixated on you. And she hasn't exactly been subtle about it."
You sigh, running your hands through your hair
“boss I promise you I’ve never met her before”
“And I trust you, I just want us to understand what she wants from you, from us.”
A beat passes as you both think, before you speak again,
His eyes narrow slightly, studying your expression. He knows that look, when you get an idea, it usually means trouble.
"Alright," he says slowly, curious. "What're you thinking?"
Ghost pauses for a moment, considering your words. The thought of setting a trap for this mystery girl is definitely tempting.
He cocks an eyebrow, his interest piqued.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" he asks, arms crossing over his chest
“We sit you down in a bar near their territory, the Hugo is a spot where they often hang around, with a girl that has the same hair color as me, park my bike outside. If she shows up, we’ll have a.. chat with her”
"You're suggesting we use you as bait," he clarifies, his tone a mix of approval and skepticism.
“I mean we might as well give her what she wants”
He can't argue with that logic. If this Jade is as fixated on you as that customer said, she'll take the bait.
He stares at you for a long beat,then lets out a sharp chuckle.
"Yeah," he mutters, shaking his head. "Reckless little shit.”
His voice drops, dark and dangerous. "Fine. We set the trap."
Later that day a good amount of the Reapers are gathered around a conference table (which Leyla found a way to install behind the shop somehow) after Ghost called for a meeting. The gang hadn’t sat down together like this in a while, so this is a good opportunity.
“Alright” Ghost clears his throat, standing up straight, arms crossed. (Dude has like two emotes don’t blame him) “Some of you might’ve heard the Green Devils have been interessed of us, especially one of their members, Kory Hughs which is known as Jade.”
The name sets a colder tone to the room, some shoulders tensing, this is clearly not her fanclub. “Recently she crossed a line. While she had been noisy and pushy with some of you, she attacked one of us.” A few surprised whispers echo across the room. “She sneaked up on Speedy and pushed her of her bike, making her crash, damaging her bike and well.. herself.” People turn to look at you, surprised, especially Gaz and Price who hadn’t been informed.
“Did you get injured ?” Price asks, his fatherly demeanor unmistakable.
“Nothing, a few days of rest won’t heal.” You smile, not wanting to worry him, he grunts in answer, knowing you ? that probably meant you were injured- bad.
“We’ve let things get too far, and today this stops. Because we have much more important things to deal with than a Green Devil ‘pick me’.”
You chuckle at that, turning to face the gang and not Ghost, “That’s why we came up with a plan”
People turn to look at you, surprised, intrigued.
“Since she’s cleary fond of me, we think we could easily trap her, make her think i’m alone, reachable, make her come to us. And when she does, well..” You shrug, chuckling, “payback’s a bitch right ?”
The table falls silent for a moment as everyone processes the plan.
There's a beat before Soap pipes up "I've got a suggestion."
He taps the table. "We should put out a fake call, say Speed’s bike is having trouble. Park it in neutral ground, easy to spot."
"Let her think she’s walking into an easy win."
Ghost leans in, his voice low and rough. "Simple. We spread the word through the usual channels, say Speddy’s bike’s down for repairs at Ricky’s."
His eyes glint with a dark kind of amusement. "And we just so happen to mention she’ll be there, alone… checking on it."
This gets a nod of everyone, a silent agreement shared.
“Alright then, to the Ricky we go.”
The garage at Ricky’s is dimly lit, the air thick with oil and anticipation.
Your bike sits out front—exposed. Vulnerable. Just like planned.
You stand near it, pretending to inspect the tire, heart pounding just a little too fast. The others are hidden, Gaz on the roof, Soap and Ghost in the back alley, Price watching from across the street.
You feel the slightest tremor pass through your hands, not fear, adrenaline.
But you kinda really hope she’ll show up alone. Taking a beating from a couple of buff bikers doesn’t sound appealing right now.
Then a sound cuts through the silence, the distant rumble of an engine.
The sound grows louder as the engine gets closer, and when it gets into view, you recognize it; A sleek, black BMW motorcycle rounds the corner, the engine growling like a hungry predator. It slows down as it nears the garage, the rider clearly scanning the area for something, or.. someone?
You force yourself to remain calm, pretending you haven’t noticed her.
The BMW rolls to a stop a few feet away, the driver cutting the engine. For a moment, nothing. Just silence.
Then, the sound of boots on concrete. Soft. Dangerous. A woman's footsteps, slowly approaching.
The footsteps approach slowly, each one like a count down. She's getting closer.
You keep your eyes fixed on the bike, every inch of your body tense. You can practically feel her gaze on you. And then, the moment you've all been waiting for : the footsteps stop right behind you.
You turn around, findind yourself face to face with Jade. You give her a tight smile.
Jade stands there, a smirk on her face, "Well," she drawls, her voice smooth "Look who we have here."
“Didnt think I’d see you again Jade”
Jade's smirk falters for just a split second, you know her name. That wasn't part of the plan.
But she recovers fast, tilting her head like a predator sizing up prey. "Cute. You did your homework."
Her eyes flick to your bike, then back to you, sharp, calculating.
"Too bad it won’t help you."
You coo “too bad” before you hit her full force into the chin, knocking her right out
Jade doesn't even see it coming, one second she's smirking, the next she's sprawled flat on the ground, knocked out cold.
Behind the garage, Soap lets out a sharp laugh. "Damn ! that was beautiful."
“She might not be out for long let’s go”
Ghost emerges from the shadows like a wraith, his boots silent on the concrete. He grabs Jade by her collar, effortless and slings her over his shoulder.
"Back alley. Now." His voice is low, urgent.
The Reapers move fast. They move through the back alley, Ghost leading with Jade unconscious over his shoulder. You and Soap flank him on either side, weapons out, watching for any trouble.
Price is the last of the group, his eyes scanning the rooftops, always vigilant.
Jade's eyes flutter open slowly, her head still groggy from the blow. The first thing she becomes aware of is the cold concrete floor against her face, the bitter taste of gravel in her mouth. She tries to push herself up, but a strong hand holds her down, pinning her in place. Her eyes dart around, taking in her surroundings.
And then, she sees the Reaper’s symbol on Soap’s vest. Fully armed and ready.
Jade's eyes widen in panic. "Wh-what the hell?!"
The Reapers stand in a rough circle around her, their guns trained on her like a pack of wolves closing in for the kill. Price stands directly above her, his gaze almost glacial in its intensity.
He crosses his arms, eyes narrowing. "You have a lot of explaining to do."
Ghost steps forward, his voice low and cold.
"Start talking, Jade. What's your game?”
You hear the faint grunt from Jade, probably trying to fight through the pain, refusing to give in.
Ghost crouches down in front of her, slow and deliberate.
"Last chance," he growls. "Talk. Or we do this the hard way."
Jade spits on the ground, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You think you're intimidating me?" She sneers, even though her voice is a bit slurred from the blow. "I'm not scared of you."
Price stabs her in the thigh, no hesitation, just precision.
Jade's entire body jolts, a cry of pain escaping her lips. Blood immediately seeps through her jeans where Price drove the blade.
"Maybe not scared," Price rumblesl, "But you're going to talk. One way or another."
Ghost watches the scene with hard eyes, but says nothing, letting Price take the lead.
Jade grits her teeth, panting through the pain. You can see the anger in her eyes, frustration and fear mixing with it like a toxic cocktail.
"What– what do you want from me?!" she manages to spit out.
“No no, what do you want from us- from Speedy here ?”
Jade falters for a moment, her gaze darting between you and the other Reapers.
"That's...complicated," she mutters, still trying to appear defiant.
Price steps closer, eyes narrowing. "Complicated, how?"
Jade's gaze drifts away, her voice suddenly very small. "I... I was hired," she mutters.
Ghost's eyes narrow at that, his tone dropping low. "Hired. By who?"
Jade hesitates, clearly reluctant to give up her employer. But under the intense stares of the Reapers, she finally relents.
"His name...is Ivan Sokolov," she mutters, the fear and hesitation clear in her voice. "He's a... a powerful man.
The world around you disappears, heartbeat louder than any engine. Your palms are suddenly sweaty, your bike suit too tight. You take a step back, then two, your body acting on its own.
Your reaction to the name doesn't go unnoticed. The Reapers notice the way you tense up, your eyes dropping to the floor.
Price's gaze flickers to you, concern flashing in his eyes for a moment.
Meanwhile, Jade sneers, clearly sensing weakness. "You know him?"
A hard chuckle escapes you, loading your gun. “He doesn’t know me.” You snarl, before shooting her in the shoulder. “Bitch”
The gunshot rings out like thunder in the enclosed space.
Jade screams, clutching her shoulder as blood blooms across her jacket. The boys surprised by the sudden gunshot all look at you, and before they can process it, you’re already walking away.
Ghost doesn't stop you, he knows that look in your eye. That rage. That name did something to you.
And he’s not about to get between you and whatever demon just resurfaced.
But as you storm off, muttering under your breath, Ghost turns his cold gaze back to Jade, now bleeding, broken, terrified.
"Now," he says quietly. "You're going to tell me everything about Sokolov."
Jade is clearly in pain, her eyes widening in terror at the threat. But she's also terrified of Sokolov, that much is clear.
"He'll kill me," she gasps, her voice tinged with panic. "If I tell you anything, he'll kill me."
“Not if we kill you first” Price says
Jade swallows hard at Price's words, a cold sweat blooming across her forehead. She's clearly terrified now, caught between two terrifying options.
"I..." she stutters, her eyes darting between the grim faces of the Reapers. "Please.. please, you don't understand—"
“Start talking.” Price says
Jade trembles, blood dripping from her shoulder, breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
"Alright! Alright!" she gasps, desperation cracking her voice. "Sokolov ! he’s Russian. Runs half the underground trades from Liverpool to Leeds. Arms… drugs… people."
She swallows hard. "He wanted information on The Reapers, your movements, your routes." Her eyes flick to where you stormed off. "And...he specifically asked about her. The girl."
"He said...she took something from him years ago."
Silence falls like a blade.
“What kind of thing?” Ghost asks
Jade glances from Ghost to Price, her expression filled with fear. "He...he didn't say. Just that it was important, s-something valuable. Something that belonged to him."
“Leave her the fuck alone you hear me ?” Soap barks.
The quiet intensity in Soap's voice makes Jade shrink back, the color draining from her face.
"Y..Yes," she stutters, her voice a whisper. "I hear you."
“Good” he shoots her in the thigh, exactly where she was previously stabbed by Price “next time I’ll do your head.”
A strangled, pain-laced cry is torn from Jade's lips as the bullet hits her thigh. She crumples blood pooling around her legs.
The message is loud and clear : the Reapers don't tolerate threats.
Price turns back to Soap, a silent question in his eyes. "Take her phone. I want to know who she's been in contact with."
Soap quickly rifles through Jade's pockets, retrieving her phone. It's a relatively new model, with a cracked screen and several missed calls.
"Got it," he mutters, holding it up for the others to see.
Price takes the phone, scrolling through the call log. His eyes scan each name, searching for anything related to Sokolov.
“Let’s get out of here” Ghost says
The Reapers nod in agreement. This place is suddenly a lot less secure, now that they've been here this long. Plus, they're all itching to know what's up with you.
"Right," Price gravels, tucking the phone into his pocket. "Let's move out."
The Reapers begin filing out, Soap taking up the rear, keeping an eye on Jade. They're all on edge, every instinct screaming at them to get out fast.
Price falls into step beside Ghost, his voice low and gruff. "You see the look on her face when she heard that name?"
Price grunts in agreement, his eyes flicking to your retreating form. "Sokolov." he repeats, eyes narrowing. "I've heard that name before. But I can't remember where."
when they reach the Ricky’s parking, Ghost stops short.
You’re no where to be found, and neither is your bike.
And you've run straight into it.
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