Havoc- Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

  “That’s good news for us,” I giggle, grabbing onto his shirt, tugging him towards me as I stammer backwards. I hit a chair at the dining room table, moving my hands to unbutton my shorts and slide them down my legs, kicking them off. I’m left bare to him in a deep purple lace thong.

  “Oh Kitty, do you want to play?”

  I answer with my throaty purr, bringing my nails up his chest, feeling his hardened muscles underneath my touch.

  “That’s what I thought,” he grumbles, pressing his hips against mine, rolling against me. He teases, the denim of his jeans hitting my clit, sending little shockwaves down my body.

  “Damon…,” I whimper, moving my hands further up his chest until they’re resting on his shoulders. All I do is stare into his eyes, looking into the abyss that drives me wild. Like a mind reader, he unzips his pants, freeing his cock and moves the lace out of his way, lining himself up at my entrance. He slides his hands around me, plopping my ass on the table as he drives into me in one thrust.

  I cry out, my pussy adjusting to his size. He fills me up, rocking himself in and out of me with force. There is no short and sweet tonight, and it’s not what I want, it isn’t what I crave. I yearn for him to be a savage, to take me the way I’ve wanted him to. Don’t be nice. Don’t be sweet. Take me like I’m his. He told me the other day that he belonged to me, well, what he doesn’t realize is that I belong to him. We belong to one another.

  “Oh fuck!” I scream as he hits my g-spot repeatedly, I dig my teeth into his shoulder, breathing against his flesh.

  “Dammit! What the fuck has gotten into you?” he hisses, almost sounding like he’s pissed, but I know he isn’t. Damon loves every second of this.

  “You have,” I mumble, bringing my teeth from his skin, watching him thrust in and out of me. When I glance back to him, his eyes burn right through me. There’s something unnatural to me about how he makes me feel. How I can feel so comfortable, so open. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

  “Such a little smartass, aren’t you?” Damon growls, bringing his hand down heavy on my ass, heat spreads through it after his hand lands on me. I hook my legs around his waist, begging to bring him closer and lean back, lifting my hips up just a tiny bit. Bingo.

  “Oh my god, oh fuck!” I moan.

  He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him, forehead to forehead, nose next to one another. Our breath is hot and heavy, hitting each other’s lips, pleasure filled sounds echoing through the house. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, the way his cock grows, wanting to fill me.

  “Please,” I beg, opening my eyes, looking to him.

  His hand shoots to my clit, rubbing hard as he pounds himself into me. Our skin slapping together is heard over our joint moans, both of our climax’s hitting at the exact same time. He has me in a lock, unable to move as I thrash against him, my body pleading for more.

  He lifts me up, off of the table, grabs my shorts and walks us down the stairwell into our room. “Damon,” I mumble, resting my head against his shoulder.

  “I know baby, I know.” He takes my shirt off, setting me down onto the bed and undresses himself. After he slides into bed next to me, his arms wrap around my body, tugging me close. A place I love to be.

  “Go to sleep, Kitten,” He whispers into my ear, and I do.

  Chapter 15

  You deserve the world, even if that means giving it to yourself. -R. H. Sin

  Kat

  “I’m a little nervous to meet them,” I admit to Damon as he slides on his jeans. The last couple days have been a wild ride and there’s no doubt in my mind that they’re going to continue to be crazy. I thought that I’d meet my little sisters last night, but it didn’t happen, I’m not sure why but I didn’t ask either.

  So much has changed in the last couple days that I wasn’t putting pressure on it. I want to meet them, I really do. I just have to acclimate to everything that’s been happening, and that’s hard. I can’t express how difficult it is to hate your life every day because you’re living in a prison, to try to smile and accept that you’re finally the one place you’ve wanted to be.

  Home.

  I’m finally home, and yet the demons that plague my mind are still fucking with me. I wonder if they’ll go away, if I’ll ever find peace and rid myself of them. I laugh, because I already know the answer to that. No matter what happens, my demons will always be in my mind, haunting me for the rest of my days. I just need to learn how to live with them.

  “Only a little bit?” he asks, bringing me back to reality and out of my own mind.

  I sit up on the bed, pulling the covers close to me as if they’ll shield me from just how uncomfortable I really am.

  “A lot-a-bit,” I mumble, looking up at him.

  “What is it?” Damon asks. He buttons the front of his jeans, turns sharply and goes into the closet of our bedroom disappearing for a moment before he comes back out, with a shirt in hand. “Do you think—" I cut him off before he even finishes, pretty confident that I know what it is he’s thinking.

  “I don’t think that they just forgot about me, if that’s what you’re insinuating,” I grumble.

  “I wouldn’t blame you for being upset if you did, baby. But they didn’t. From what I know, they were always looking for you…it’s not like your little sisters were somehow here to replace the empty hole in their hearts.”

  Wow.

  I say wow because I didn’t realize until this moment that I was subconsciously thinking that very thing, that my sisters are here to replace the loss of me. I mean, I know that they aren’t…but it kind of feels like it, in a weird way.

  “As much as I knew you were gonna deny that shit” Damon shakes his head from side to side “I also know a bit how that brain of yours works. You may say one thing, baby, but your eyes tell me a different story. I can see past that façade you put on for everyone else and you’d best realize that sooner rather than later.”

  “You’re my personal bullshit detector.” I smile, staring up at him as I say it, unable to keep my soft giggle to myself.

  He takes a few steps over to his duffel bag that sits on the dresser on the far side of the room. Before he unzips it, I know what he’s going for. The pills. Damon has somehow been keeping track and giving me a little bit here and there, honestly, I’m surprised that I’m not dead yet. I’m sure that I would have been if he didn’t know what he was doing. He knew that he had to wean me off slowly and it would make when I went through withdrawal a little bit easier. Either way it would suck, but it would suck a little bit less going this route. So, I was all for the easier way out.

  Damon comes back over to me and hands me the pill, I take it from him, pop it on my tongue and swallow. This is happening less and less, which means my body will slowly start to adjust to having the drugs even less.

  I hate Rage for many reasons, having a list practically a mile high, but when he started having me test the drugs we were running in the club…it made me hate him on a completely different level. I never knew I could hate someone so much in my life until Rage.

  “You have to meet your sisters for the first time and I’ll be seeing my father today,” Damon tells me. I don’t know too much about his father, but from the way Damon’s face looks right now…I’m not sure I want to.

  “There’s something you’re not telling me,” I say it plain as day. The thing is, I know secrets. I’m a girl with plenty of them, and Damon is looking like he has quite the closet filled with skeletons too.

  “There’s a lot I don’t tell you when it comes to my familia, Kat,” He says family with a Latino twang that I’ve never heard come out of him. Boy, was it hot.

  “What’re you waiting for? Just tell me.”

  Damon laughs. “It’s not that simple, nothing ever is when it comes to the Raines.”

  “I think I know more than you think. Your Dad is the Prez of The Brotherhood MC, he’s the guy who took about half of the brothers from the Demons a
couple decades ago, yeah?”

  He nods at me, sliding his shirt on. “You know the basics, baby. I guess it’s about time I tell you a little about me since I know practically everything about you. Yes, my father is Roman Raines, and yes, he is the Prez of The Brotherhood. Now, this isn’t public information. I’m only telling you this because you matter to me, and cause I feel terrible for not telling you everything that I knew about you when I had the chance. I need you to promise me that you won’t say anything about this outside of this bedroom. Okay?”

  I nod once, showing Damon that I understand him.

  “My father is the half-brother to Rafael Ramirez, the head of…” He starts to tell me how he is related to the leader of the Mexican Cartel. I start to tune him out, my own thoughts running rapid through my mind. Damon’s uncle is Rafael Ramirez…what in the fuck. This just doesn’t make any sense to me. Why would he be…

  “Why were you with the Demons? This doesn’t make any sense. You’re basically the cartel, and your Dad is the Prez of a notorious MC. So, why were you in the Demons?” None of this is adding up, it’s all hella confusing and I deserve answers.

  “I’m just a pawn in my father’s game, baby. I wasn’t just there because Fist and Ashley asked me to watch over you. It was because my father and uncles needed me to find out who’s been supplying Rage with the drugs for the Demons.”

  What?

  “Why would they need to find out that they’ve been selling the drugs to Rage?” I ask, completely confused. I thought it didn’t make sense before. Now it makes zero sense at all.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Rage has tested out a few other people…but he buys everything from Rafael, giving him the intel on who’s trying to swoop into his territory. Rage has been buying drugs from Rafael…so why would Rafael need to know that Rage has been buying drugs from him? He already knows…He’s the one selling the shit.”

  “That makes no sense.”

  “You’re telling me,” I scoff, furrowing my eyebrows.

  I know for a fact that Rage buys his drugs from Rafael Ramirez. They’re both in an agreement that Rage will buy drugs from the minnows as I’ve overheard Rafael call them, so that Rafael can find out who is trying to take over his area.

  Unless….

  “There’s missing information here. Why else would your uncles send you? It would be pointless to send you when they already have a business relationship established.”

  I don’t say what I’m thinking, because I am not a Raines and I don’t have the right to tell him what is going through my mind. All I can think about is how Damon’s father didn’t figure this out already.

  “What are you thinking, really?” Damon focuses his eyes on me. I look over to the other side of the room for a moment and Damon meets his eyes with my own when I look back. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “It looks to me like your uncles are testing you. The question is. Why?” Something tells me that Damon is going to find out why. I’m guessing it’s a good thing that his father will be here soon. Even after all of my time with Rage, I still don’t understand how he operates. For once, I don’t think it’s Rage…I think Rafael Ramirez must have something up his sleeve. Of course, both of their reputations precede them.

  They’re two nasty snakes, and my Mom always told me as a little girl ‘the only good snake is a dead one’.

  Chapter 16

  He chose her. For she could still color his life with her ‘broken’ crayons. -@WrittenByHim

  Damon

  I’ve been sitting in the clubhouse for well over three hours with Widow, waiting on the royal highness himself, my father. After my conversation with Kat this morning, I’m even more confused than I’ve ever been. Every small detail of our talk runs through my mind. I keep thinking that if I can just remember everything, I’ll somehow understand what the fuck is going on.

  It’s pointless, though. I won’t understand what is going on ‘cause it’s a damn clusterfuck. And honestly, I think Kat is right.

  I think my uncles are testing us, so there begs the question of why?

  “Damn, with the way you look at her all the time I figured she’s been giving it up. Guess not, though,” Widow chuckles from across the table, leaving his cigarette hanging from his mouth while he crosses his arms and leans back into his chair.

  “What are you trying to get at? I’m getting plenty,” I grumble, annoyed that he’s thinking something light is on my mind when it’s the entire reason I was with the Demons. To find out my being there was for what, to keep me pre-occupied? It pisses me off.

  “Why so serious, then?”

  “I dunno, joker. Can’t a man be serious when he finds out shit that changes everything he thought he knew?” I snap loudly. A few of the club whores turn to look over at us with my sudden outburst. I wave a hand, signaling to them that everything is fine. Like I said, I’m pissed.

  “Fuck. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  “Did you listen to a word I just said? It doesn’t even matter. Whenever my father shows up I just have to tell him everything anyway.”

  “You mean your father and Amara,” Widow says to me. I redirect my gaze to the door that leads into the club, but once I fully register what Widow just said I move my gaze and look back to him.

  “What did you just say?”

  “Your favorite little sister is coming too,” Widow smirks, chuckling at himself. He knows Amara and I don’t have the best relationship. She may be my sister, and while I love her, she’s the biggest pain in my ass.

  “If Rose was coming I wouldn’t be making this face at you.” I point to my face, showing the displeased look that I just can’t hide. I’m sure that maybe there is a small chance that Amara will be pleasant, but I refuse to get my hopes up. The only time she’s ever okay to deal with is when she’s drunk.

  I sit there for what feels like an eternity with Widow, all I can do is wonder is how Kat’s day is going. It has to be an interesting one for her as well considering she’s meeting her two sisters. Right before we both left to do our separate things that this day called for, she asked me what having sisters was like.

  I filtered myself and told her that they were a blessing. Sometimes they can be assholes, but I still love my own. I just hope I eased her worries a little bit and didn’t make her even more nervous than I know she already is. Today isn’t easy for her, and if my father wasn’t coming then I would have gone with her. Then again, maybe it’s better she went alone? I’m not sure. I’ll find out everything I need to later today.

  The door opens to the club, and at the sound of her heels hitting the wood floor I know exactly who it is. Looking up, she looks dressed to kill. Wearing leather leggings, a gray tank top way too small for her body if you asked me with those boots she called her shit kickers. Looking down to my own boots, I just think how mine are the real shit kickers here.

  She grabs the attention of every biker in the damn club, and even the whores give her nasty looks. They should, though. My sister is everything that they want to be, fueled with power and blessed with the good ol’ familia genes.

  “Da’.” She smiles, uttering my nickname as she walks her way across the floor to where Widow and I sit. She slides on Widow’s lap and gives him a kiss “Hola, Arana.”

  The way she purrs it out of her mouth makes me want to do nothing but vomit.

  “Not a fucking spider. Stop calling me that,” he growls, biting her bottom lip.

  “Oh and look who has been brushing up on his Spanish.” She smirks as she pulls away, eyes lingering over him.

  I lean my arms over the table in front of us, thinking about how to say what I need to. There’s no way to sugar coat it, so it’s best I just spit it out. “I don’t give a shit if you two are fucking. I could honestly care less. If you are, and Dad doesn’t know about it, keep it that way. I doubt he’s given his stamp of approval on this one.” I point to Widow, before I look to him. “I know very well that A
can take care of herself, but I’ll tell you now that if you break her heart I’ll be forced to break both of your knees.”

  “Stop with the dramatics, Damon. What Papa doesn’t know won’t kill him, and as far as my heart goes, there is nothing to break. I don’t have one.” Amara plays it off like she is this ice queen, and some days she sure as hell is, but she’s a Raines and we all have the biggest hearts. She’s just great at keeping hers hidden.

  “You know you’re never going to mean as much as Melody does to him, right? Why put yourself in a position to be let down? What’s going to happen when he wants Melody again?” I can’t help it; my over protective brother-ness is slipping out.

  “Whoa. Hold the fuck up. Amara is a fucking adult and can make decisions for herself. Yeah, and you’re right about Mel. She’ll always have a special place in my heart, there’s no denying that. First loves kind of do that shit to ya, but don’t you dare compare A to Mel, ever. I don’t fucking want Mel. I just want her to stay the fuck away from me,” Widow hisses out, his arm wraps around my sister, pulling her closer to him.

  “I’m only doing what you are, even if you don’t want to admit it. Don’t tell me you haven’t compared them. We both know how you are, you’re a fucking bastard.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” Widow hisses. We glare at each other like we’re about to rip each other’s throats out, and we sure as hell might. I don’t give a fuck if he’s fucking club ass, but Amara isn’t that. She’s my baby sister. He’s going to fucking hurt her, and I can see it coming.

  “Oh boys, put your dicks away. This isn’t a measuring contest. I have to go check in on Papa anyway” She gives Widow a lingering kiss, mumbling something against his lips that causes him to laugh and go ‘mmhmm’.

  “Where’s he at anyway?” I ask her as she gets up from Widow’s lap.