Reaper_Endgame

by Jade Kuzma

  The mattress squeaked underneath us. The headboard banged against the wall. The slick sounds of her wet pussy tightening around my cock grew louder.

  “Come inside of me…”

  “I’m gonna fucking come…”

  “Give it to me! Fuck! Declan! Shit, I’m gonna come… You’re gonna make me come…”

  It didn’t matter what the fuck she was saying to me at this point. Just hearing her voice was enough to push me over the edge.

  “Fuck!”

  I grunted loud. My muscles tightened up. I held my breath for a second and with one final thrust, shoved myself as deep as I could into her.

  My cock pulsed and a thick throb of cum fired out of me. It just kept pulsing out, wetting her insides even more than they already were.

  “Shit! Oh, God!”

  She yelled out so loud that the entire fucking town probably heard. She dug her nails into my skin. She tightened her legs around the small of my back. But her pussy was squeezing me more than anything else.

  She drained me completely. I collapsed on top of her body. Sweating. Breathing hard. Muscles and cock sore. I was done.

  I took a few seconds to gather enough strength to roll over. My eyes closed, I listened to the sweet sound of her giggling in satisfaction.

  “You know, it might take a few more tries.”

  I turned my head and saw the grin on her face. She was so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t help but smirk back at her.

  “I’ll try as many times as it takes,” I sighed.

  Reaper: Chapter 6

  MICHELLE

  Katrina worked in a small flower shop. Just like most of the other businesses in Ivory, she ran it herself.

  She wasn’t like most women. She was smart enough to get by on her own even though she was engaged to a club member who I knew was making good money. She didn’t care about being with a patch either. That wasn’t to say that she had life figured out. But with her own business, a beautiful baby daughter, and a man to take care of her, all in the town she grew up in, there wasn’t much for her to worry about.

  It was the middle of the day when I stopped by her shop.

  “The florist,” I said. “The green thumb gets no rest.”

  She giggled softly as she arranged another bouquet of flowers.

  “I get plenty of rest,” she said, her eyes focused on the flowers before her. “I’ve got a big event coming up.”

  “Do you?”

  “Local wedding. They wanted me to come up with a nice arrangement for them. What do you think?”

  She turned the bouquet toward me. I turned my head and examined it for a moment before shrugging.

  “It looks nice,” I said. “Ivory has the nicest orchids I’ve ever seen. But you’d know better than me.”

  “Just because I’m a florist doesn’t mean I know everything. It’s the people who don’t know anything that it has to appeal to.”

  “I’m sure they’ll love it either way. I mean, has there ever been anybody who complained about an arrangement you’ve done for them?”

  “Now that you mention it… There hasn’t. I guess folks in Ivory are just too kind to say what’s on their mind.”

  “I know that’s not true.”

  We shared a laugh. Even though I’d only known Katrina for about a year or so, I was as comfortable around her as anybody else.

  She pushed the flowers aside and leaned forward across the counter.

  “What’s up?” she asked. “Something on your mind.”

  “Well…”

  I hesitated for just a second. That was enough time for her to realize that something was up.

  “Oh, this must be a juicy piece of gossip,” she said.

  “Take it easy,” I said, giggling softly. “I’m telling you because I know you’re not one to gossip.”

  “You know I don’t have anybody to talk to. Anna and Gina are the only ones I’m close to and they’re ol’ ladies just the same as you and me. You’ve got nothing to hide.”

  “I know.”

  “So…?”

  “I just wanted to say thanks.”

  “Thanks? For what?”

  “The other night… When I was holding Bella. I realized that maybe there was something missing in my life. I talked to Declan about it. And…”

  Her eyes widened. The tight-lipped smirk she had told me everything without saying a single word.

  “You’re pregnant,” she said.

  “It doesn’t happen that fast,” I said with a laugh.

  “It does. It just takes you a few weeks to realize it.”

  “Well, maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. But we’re certainly gonna try.”

  “It’s the best, isn’t it?”

  Katrina sighed. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head like her mind had gone somewhere else.

  “I remember what it was like being with Blake,” she said. “The first time, he was just tearing into me. I wasn’t planning on it but damn if I didn’t want him inside of me. We weren’t making love. He was just fucking me and it was amazing.”

  “It’s not like that now?”

  “No, it’s just as good. Blake satisfies me. He knows what to do to keep me coming back. We’re both addicted to each other. Who knows? Bella might end up with a brother or sister. But compared to other guys I’ve slept with… The sex with Blake wasn’t just better. It was different.”

  “Right…”

  Katrina’s glossy-eyed stare went away as she came back from whatever memories she was having. She looked at me with that same tight-lipped smirk. I couldn’t help but laugh at her.

  “You’re gonna be a great mom,” she said. “You’ve been babysitting the club for how many years now. What’s another son or daughter?”

  “You’ve got a point.”

  We both burst into laughter. Even though Declan was the only person I needed by my side, it was nice having someone like Katrina to talk to about it.

  “Is that why you came here?” she asked. “Just to let me know.”

  “That’s it,” I said.

  “Good. You should probably find Declan and see what he’s up to.”

  “Club business, no doubt.”

  “Club business can wait. I’m sure he can give you a few minutes of his time.”

  “After the other night, I’m not sure I can give him a few minutes.”

  “Oh, Gina will be so jealous that you came to me first.”

  Katrina giggled. I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head even though I was grinning right back at her.

  “I’ll leave you to it,” I said.

  I turned around to leave the flower shop when the door opened. It was a small shop so I was only a few steps away from the entrance.

  When I saw the man that had entered, my heart suddenly stopped in my chest.

  No… It can’t be…

  I blinked my eyes to make sure that I was seeing things right. But it was him. There wasn’t a man in the entire world that looked like him.

  I turned my head and looked away from him but it was already too late. He’d already spotted me.

  “Michelle?”

  I hadn’t heard his voice in years but it still sounded the same.

  I looked up at Katrina and she gave me a confused look.

  “Michelle, is that you?” he repeated.

  I slowly turned to face him.

  He looked the same as he did all those years ago. His head was shaved with tattoos in place of hair. His skin pale but dirty with smudges of grease like he’d just been working on his ride. One of his eyes was white. The scar along his face made the blindness in one eye that much more obvious. When he smiled, you could see his split front teeth along with the gold row on the bottom.

  The leather kutte, jeans and boots weren’t enough to make him look like some ordinary club member. Even from a mile away, he stood out.

  He only had one good eye but that was more than enough to see how psychotic he was.

  He smiled at me, his tongu
e out.

  “It is you,” he said.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Tony?”

  “Of all the luck—”

  “I asked you a fucking question.”

  He pulled his tongue back into his mouth but the smile was still on his lips.

  “I came here to pick up some flowers,” he said.

  “Not here. I mean here. In Ivory.”

  “Oh, like you don’t already know. I’m here for you.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “Listen to that mouth. That’s what I always liked about you. Not some weak woman so willing to bend over for me. You always put up a fight.”

  He put a hand to my cheek and I knocked it away.

  “Don’t fucking touch me,” I said.

  “Feisty. Just like I remember. You know…”

  He took a step back and started looking around the shop.

  “…I was here because I thought I’d pick up some flowers for you before I visited you. Since you’re already here, you can pick the flowers out for yourself. Go ahead, Michelle. Pick out anything you want.”

  I held my hand up and showed him the diamond that was practically a part of me.

  “Do yourself a favor,” I said. “Leave. Leave before you regret it.”

  “Oh, as long as you’re here, I’ll never regret it.”

  He eyeballed Katrina for a second before turning back to me.

  “I’ll see you soon, Michelle.”

  He stuck his tongue out at me as he backed out of the flower shop. I walked after him and watched as he got onto his bike. He was surrounded by four other men who were all dressed in the same leather. I kept my eyes locked on them until they disappeared in the distance.

  “Michelle?”

  Katrina had the most confused look on her face.

  “What the hell is going on? Who the hell was that?”

  “Shit…”

  I muttered to myself as I thought about it. I shook my head, not wanting to believe he was real.

  “Michelle?”

  “His name’s Anthony Cross. I knew him… A long time ago. Before I met Declan. When I left Ivory, I…”

  “Ex-boyfriend?”

  I stared at Katrina. The concern she had in her eyes wasn’t enough. If this really wasn’t a nightmare, I knew better than anybody how serious it was that Tony was here in Ivory.

  “Michelle—”

  “All right,” I said. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything. But you have to promise me one thing.”

  “What is it?”

  “You can’t tell Declan.”

  “If this guy is dangerous, Declan has to know. I know what kind of man he is. I know how much he cares about you. Declan would kill this guy for you—”

  “I know. I know he’ll put his hands on Tony.”

  I looked out into the distance, trying to shake off the image of the man who was just standing in front of me, as I muttered to myself.

  “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I have to get to Declan now. Before something happens.”

  Reaper: Chapter 7

  DECLAN

  Ghost handled most of the numbers for the club. I trusted him like a brother to know that he wouldn’t screw me or any of the other members out of what was due to them. That didn’t mean I ignored keeping tabs on all of the shit that was coming through the clubhouse. The Grindhouse made good money as a legitimate business. And I was involved directly with all of the side deals we made. Moving product for the Chinese was something I negotiated by myself.

  I sat at my desk and leaned back in my seat. Ghost went over the paperwork and counted all of the cash to make sure that everything was right.

  “Looks good to me,” he said. “Lin doesn’t seem like the kind of man who would stiff us on our deal. He knows what kind of risk we’re taking.”

  “That doesn’t mean we can trust him.”

  “I know.”

  Ghost looked up at me and smirked.

  “But everything’s all good, boss man.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. Clean all this shit up and tell the boys to come get their payments ASAP. I don’t want this money lying around. Not with the feds in town.”

  Ghost nodded and readied the bands of money for all of the other members. It was enough cash for each one of them to live comfortably for a long time.

  “This deal has been a long time coming,” I sighed. “The club is doing some real good business these days.”

  “You should be proud. You negotiated this deal.”

  “It wasn’t me. It was the patch. Lin and the Triads knew what kind of reputation the Reapers had in Ivory. I’m just going along for the ride.”

  “Fair enough. I still think it’s a good time for celebration.”

  “Celebration… In the middle of the afternoon…”

  It was hard to think about any problems I had. The money was good. The clubhouse was more than making ends meet. Every patch had their head on straight.

  And there was Michelle. Somehow, she managed to make me love her even more.

  “Right,” I said with a nod. “Let’s go celebrate.”

  I headed out of my office and back into the clubhouse. It was business as usual. Another slow afternoon with the usual patrons just trying to get away from the other shit they had to deal with in Ivory.

  Ghost made his way to the bar and poured a couple of shots.

  “Yo!”

  I looked to the side and saw Needle standing there.

  “Let’s go, Ghost!” he said. “Cards are up.”

  “Keep your dick in your pants,” Ghost said. “I’ll take your money soon enough.”

  “All talk.”

  Needle headed into the back room where the boys usually played poker.

  “All talk,” Ghost said. “Can you believe that shit? Someone like Needle telling me I’m all talk?”

  “He’s funny like that sometimes.”

  Ghost smirked at me and picked up his shot glass. I did the same and toasted my glass to his.

  “To good business,” he said.

  I held my glass up to my lips. Before the alcohol hit my tongue, the front entrance to the clubhouse suddenly boomed open. The thundering noise drew everybody’s attention.

  I watched as some punk walked in with four of his cronies. I’d been around long enough to know all of the clubs in Ivory. All of the clubs that mattered, anyway. I would’ve remembered motherfuckers like these.

  Shaved heads. Tattoos all over their heads. Most of their teeth were broken and the ones they did have were gold. These motherfuckers wouldn’t have made it in a town like Ivory. They were just screaming for attention.

  The lead man walked into the bar. I moved away from the counter and walked right up to him. The asshole obviously wasn’t here to have a cordial conversation.

  “Gentlemen,” I said. “Welcome to The Grindhouse. How can I help you?”

  The lead man took a step forward and looked me up and down. He was an ugly motherfucker. Most people would’ve been ashamed about having such a big scar across his face and being blind in one eye but he seemed to embrace it.

  He smiled a big smile and stuck his tongue out like he was a fucking lizard.

  “I’m looking for the Reapers,” he said.

  He eyeballed the patch on my chest.

  “President,” he continued. “Just the man I was looking for.”

  “Garnet. I am the President of the Black Reapers. Now… Is there something I can help you with?”

  “As a matter of fact there is—”

  “You can start with your name.”

  He pulled his tongue back into his mouth but he still had that smirk on his face. The rest of his men weren’t smiling though.

  “Tony Cross,” he said. “President of the Night Vultures.”

  The Night Vultures?

  I tried to hide the fact that I’d never heard of them but couldn’t. I raised an eyebrow and laughed softly to myself. I turned to Ghost and
he shrugged like he was just as clueless as I was.

  “Never heard of the Vultures,” I said.

  “We’re not from Ivory. We came from a long way away.”

  “A long way, huh? This must be important.”

  “It is important. It took me a long time to get here. It took me a long time to figure out what I was looking for. And now I’m here, in this rotting desert of a city.”

  At this point, the rest of the bar was silent. Needle and the other Reapers had made their way out of the back room. I could feel them all behind me. It was good to have their back but even some psychotic-looking punk like Cross wasn’t something I couldn’t handle by myself.

  “And what is it you’re looking for?” I asked bluntly.

  He laughed to himself and held his index finger up to me.

  “Is this Ivory hospitality?” he asked.

  “There is no Ivory hospitality. That’s why it’s a small town. People who come here leave real quick.”

  I knew this guy wasn’t here just to say hello. He wasn’t looking to be friends either. I started growing impatient.

  “What do you want?” I said.

  “Straight to the point,” he said. “Good. That’s the kind of man it takes to be the president of a club—”

  “What… do… you… want?”

  The front entrance to the clubhouse suddenly opened up. I looked over Cross’s shoulder and saw Michelle standing there. She had a bewildered look on her face. She was breathing so hard like she’d just run a mile to get here.

  “And here she is,” Cross said. “Right on time.”

  Michelle quickly paced forward and took her place right next to me.

  “Don’t listen to him,” she said, some panic in her voice like I’d never heard before.

  “Oh, I think you’ll wanna listen to me,” Cross said.

  “Fuck you!”

  “What the fuck is going on?” I said.

  I looked at Michelle then back at Cross. He grinned back at me, sticking his tongue out, before finally answering.

  “I’m here in Ivory for one thing,” he said.

  He slowly raised his hand up and pointed his finger at Michelle.

  “Her.”

  I looked at Michelle. The concern hadn’t left her face. Even though I felt like laughing, I knew something was up.