Reaper_Endgame

by Jade Kuzma

  Jordan gave his two men a nod and they left the room. I immediately got up from my seat and wrapped one of my arms around Blake. He held me tight then looked down at his daughter.

  “Are you all right?” Blake said.

  “Of course I am,” I said. “I’m not some piece of porcelain.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  Blake smiled at his daughter and brushed her cheek softly with his index finger.

  “Maybe you should sit down,” he said.

  I looked into his eyes and immediately knew something was wrong.

  Blake had a confidence about him that never went away. It was one of the first things I noticed when I first met him. His arrogance made me fall for him in a way I didn’t want to admit.

  It wasn’t there right now. I looked for it but it wasn’t there…

  I took a seat and Blake stood right in front of me next to Jordan. The two of them looked at each other and nodded.

  “I got some info last night when I was behind bars,” Blake said.

  “What kind of info?” I asked.

  “The kind of info I need to get to the bottom of everything that’s been going down. Garnet put out an order to everybody. There’s… There’s something I need to do.”

  “And that is…?”

  “I have to take care of business. Club business.”

  Even though I was as close to Blake as I could be, I was never let in on club business. I knew that there was no point in asking. All I could do was sigh and look away.

  “It’s serious,” Blake said. “Real serious.”

  “I talked to Blake about it,” Jordan said. “We both agreed that the best place for you and Bella is to stay here.”

  “We’ve been over this before,” I sighed. “I’m not a child—”

  “Look,” Blake cut me off. “I know… I know you love me. But this is something that I have to do. Your brother is right. I can’t put you in danger. I can’t put Bella in danger.”

  I already knew what was coming. Jordan and Blake gave me a moment to gather my thoughts. Blake was about to handle his business and there was nothing I could do about it.

  I got up from my seat and looked right into Blake’s eyes. The arrogance I usually saw in him still wasn’t there. I had to help him find it.

  “Go,” I sighed. “Handle your business. And you come back, okay? Your daughter is waiting for you… I’m waiting for you.”

  Blake leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. We closed our eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine. Sharing this moment with him, I felt the confidence he usually had coming back.

  “Nothing will stop me from getting back to you,” he said. “No matter what happens. I’ll get back to you. I promise.”

  “I know you will.”

  He kissed me on the forehead then did the same to his daughter. Just before he left, Blake turned toward my brother.

  “I’d sacrifice everything for Katrina,” Blake said. “I’d sacrifice everything for Bella. I expect you to do the same.”

  Jordan got up from his seat and held his hand out. They shared a firm handshake.

  “If that’s what it takes, I won’t hesitate,” Jordan said.

  Blake looked at me and gave me a smirk. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. Then he turned around and left me alone with my brother. I sighed as I took a seat back down on the couch.

  I rocked Bella softly in my arms. Despite everything that just happened, my daughter remained silent in her sleep the whole time.

  “What do you think he’s up to?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. You know I’m not a fan of Reapers. But if it comes down to it, I’ll be there for him if I have to.”

  We’d all been through too much to throw it all away now. Whatever Blake and the rest of his club were dealing with, I knew they would get through it.

  My eyes on Bella, I whispered to my brother while he watched over me.

  “Thanks…”

  Endgame: Chapter 12

  JANE

  The light coming from my laptop was numbing. I blinked to clear my blurring vision. My screen was the only light in the darkness of my office. I was in a trance. I couldn’t break my focus. Not right now.

  A sudden knock at my door finally made me turn my head up.

  “Come in,” I sighed.

  The door opened up.

  “Jesus, Lieberman… What the fuck are you doing in here?”

  He flipped the light switch to give himself a pathway to my desk.

  “Gotcha something,” he said.

  He put a cup of coffee down on my desk.

  “Take a break already. You’ve been at it all day.”

  “A break,” I sighed. “I don’t see the harm in that…”

  I took a sip of the warm coffee.

  “Just how you like it,” he said.

  “No need for cream or sugar.”

  Cook gave me a half-smirk before taking a sip of his own coffee.

  I’d been working with Agent Cook this entire time. He’d been assigned to me and he did a good job of following orders. Most men would’ve had a problem taking orders from a female but he knew that we were in Ivory for a reason. Anything to get the job done.

  He slicked his hand over his bald head and looked out the window.

  “Nighttime in Ivory is kinda nice,” he said. “It’s so quiet. So peaceful. I’ve never been in a town like this before.”

  “You and I both know it’s not quiet or peaceful. We’re some of the few people in this town that know what’s really going on.”

  “I think everybody knows. The cops know. The clubs know. The citizens know. It’s just nobody talks about it. That’s life in Ivory.”

  He kept staring off into the distance. The way he looked, you’d think he was sad or something.

  “You’re getting a little romantic about this town,” I said.

  “Maybe. We’ve been here for a long time. Don’t tell me you haven’t grown accustomed to it.”

  “The only thing I’m accustomed to is trying to get our job done.”

  “Everything’s going well so far. You’ve done a hell of a job. You’ll earn that promotion in no time.”

  “Promotion,” I scoffed. “A promotion to me would be the chance to finally leave this shithole…”

  I took another sip of coffee and thought about all the shit I’d been through up to this point.

  “I remember when they gave me the assignment,” I said. “They told me that they had a lead on some Triads. Told me Lin’s group was in the area. I took it without hesitating.”

  “You didn’t know you were coming to Ivory?”

  “No idea. I would’ve thought twice if I had to deal with all of these damn MCs around here.”

  “You’ve done a pretty good job of dealing with them so far. It won’t be much longer until the Reapers fall. You…”

  Cook hesitated. He shifted eyes out toward the window. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity at him, wondering why he was acting so strange.

  “I what?” I said.

  “You’ve done a lot. I’ve done a lot…”

  “Don’t tell me you regret anything. You have to look at the big picture here, Cook.”

  “I know. I’m just saying. Did I really have to shoot that kid?”

  I looked into Cook’s eyes. The bastard almost looked like he was going to cry.

  “Yes,” I said. “You had to shoot him.”

  “But he was innocent.”

  “He’s not innocent. He knew what he was doing when he put the patch on. Don’t fool yourself. The Reapers are killers. The kid was armed. He’s just as capable of killing someone as any of the other club members.”

  “Right… Well, it looks like your plan is all coming together. I’m getting reports that the Triads are starting to mobilize. They’re not too happy about one of their soldiers dying.”

  I laughed at the thought of it.

  “Nobody will miss a Triad,” I said. “Pinning it on that kid
means the Reapers will have to act, too.”

  “What about the drive-by on their clubhouse?”

  “What about it? The Reapers caught them, as expected. Cunningham got the answers he was looking for. That club thinks you’re working for the Triads. Now the Chinese and the Reapers are at each other’s throats.”

  Cook nodded in understanding. I held most of my plan close to my heart. Now that it was all coming to fruition, I could let Cook in on the details. It was only a matter of time until I got to where I wanted to be.

  “Okay,” he said. “The Reapers think it was the Chinese that ordered that gang to shoot up their clubhouse, not us. The Reapers are going to war. And they’ll probably end up dead.”

  “No big loss.”

  “That doesn’t help our situation. The Reapers are just a stepping stone. If they die, we won’t be any closer to Lin. We’ll just be looking for another in with the Triads.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. We have our in right here.”

  I turned my laptop around and showed him the man on the screen.

  “Do you know who this is?” I asked.

  “Of course I do. We’ve been following the Reapers for so long, I feel like I’m related to them. Dorian Sullivan. Sully, I think they call him. He’s just another Reaper.”

  “He’s not just another Reaper. He grew up in Ivory. He was a town hero when he was in high school. Now he’s a war hero. Saved the town from an arsonist.”

  “An arsonist you encouraged…”

  “He’s a firefighter, too. But you know what the best part about Sullivan is?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Look at his record.”

  Cook narrowed his eyes at the screen and shook his head.

  “He doesn’t have a record.”

  “Exactly. Sullivan isn’t a criminal. He’s a good man. A true town hero. He’s the newest patch, too, so there’s a good chance he didn’t really know what he was getting into.”

  “I still don’t see where you’re going with this.”

  With everything coming together, there was just one more step to take. I’d need Cook’s help to take that last step.

  “You’re right,” I said. “The Triads killing the Reapers doesn’t help us finish our job. But if I can convince a Reaper, just one Reaper, to get me info on Lin, then I’ll have the answers I’m looking for.”

  “You think Sullivan will rat on his own club?”

  “If Sullivan’s lack of a record is any indication, he’ll do the right thing. The Reapers know how the Triads do business. Sullivan will give me the details on the Triads. Then Lin will be standing right in front of us.”

  Cook kept shaking his head but I knew it was only because of his own uncertainty.

  “I still don’t see how you’re going to convince him to do that,” I said.

  “I’ll offer Sullivan full protection from the Triads and any other MC that tries to get near him.”

  “But—”

  “And… It’ll save his club. Once we get our hands on the Triads, they won’t be able to touch the Reapers. Now… Put yourself in Sullivan’s shoes. If you could choose between saving your club and ratting them out or letting them go out in a blaze of glory going to war with the Triads, what would you do?”

  Cook looked down at the ground. There was nothing to consider but he seemed reluctant to admit it.

  “Being labeled a rat won’t bother someone like Sullivan. Not if it means saving his club. Getting in a shootout with the Chinese is something they can’t win. Making a deal with me is Sullivan’s only option to save his club.”

  Cook sighed and nodded to me.

  “It looks like you’ve got this all figured out,” he said.

  “Tell me something, Cook. Do you think there’s any other way for the Reapers to get out of this?”

  “…No.”

  “Worst case scenario, Sullivan doesn’t take my offer and the Reapers get wiped out. Then we move on to one of the other MCs the Chinese are dealing with. And we just keep going until one of them eventually gives us the answer we’re waiting for.”

  “Will the higher-ups be okay with that? Are you prepared to stay in Ivory that long? We’ve been here for more than a year already.”

  I looked out the window and stared out into the city. The sky was dark but there wasn’t a cloud to block all the stars shining bright.

  “I’ve already been here longer than I wanted to be,” I said. “I’m prepared to wait a little longer. But…”

  “But what?”

  “There’s no need for us to be here that long. Get a meeting with Sullivan.”

  “What?” he exclaimed.

  “Talk to Sullivan. We’ll explain the situation to him. Once he knows that the only way to save his club is to give us information on the Triads, he’ll have no choice but to lead us right to Lin.”

  “And if he refuses? I can’t imagine he’ll be too happy about being set-up like this.”

  “If he refuses, then he can die on his shield. I think some clubs say there’s honor in dying for the MC. Even that won’t matter when there’s no club left to speak of.”

  I nonchalantly took a sip of my coffee. There was no cream or sugar but damn if it didn’t taste so sweet right now.

  “There’s just one more thing, Lieberman.”

  “What’s that?”

  “The kid. He’s not dead. There’s a chance he’ll survive. He’ll know that it was me who shot him and the Triad. He’ll know that this was all just a set-up.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it. Even something like that wouldn’t mess this up.

  “…Then I guess you’d better hurry in getting that meeting with Sullivan.”

  Endgame: Chapter 13

  GINA

  I was a sucker for the club members in this town. I didn’t know what it was. The hot ass leather kuttes. The tattoos all over their skin. Maybe it was the fact that they rode around the streets with a confidence no one else in the city had. I could fall for them easily.

  But Dorian… Dorian was different. Other bikers might have been able to bend me over for one night but I would do it for a man like Dorian every night.

  He had it all. The leather. The tattoos. The tan skin. Those striking gray eyes of his. Even the way he combed his hair. Oh, and then there were the muscles. A lifetime of working on a farm and on the football field and then out on tour with the military would do that to you. Now he was saving lives as a firefighter. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

  I wanted to do everything I could to make him happy and I knew he would do the same for me.

  Seeing the frustrated look in his eyes, I also knew that I would have to be there for him tonight.

  “Stephanie doesn’t remember anything,” he said. “Just some bald guy that had a disagreement with Nate. That’s when he stepped outside and never came back.”

  “Maybe you can check the security footage to get a better look at that guy.”

  “No chance. Cops swiped that footage as soon as it happened. It wouldn’t do much anyway. Having footage of some guy having an argument with Nate wouldn’t tell us who he was. He’d just be some stranger.

  “Strangers shot up the clubhouse. The club is getting hit from all angles and we don’t know where it’s coming from.”

  Dorian sighed a deep breath and leaned back on my couch. We sat in the silence of my apartment. All of the stress I knew he was feeling made me uncomfortable.

  I reached a hand up and started massaging one of his broad shoulders.

  “You don’t have to do that,” he said.

  “Why not? Doesn’t it feel good?”

  “Now’s not the time to feel good.”

  “Dorian…”

  I slid my hand down his shoulder and over his muscled chest. My fingers felt his hard abdomen even over the fabric of his shirt. I kept moving my hand down, biting my bottom lip to hide my grin.

  Dorian peeked his eyes open and looked at me.

&n
bsp; “What are you doing?”

  “You’re stressed, babe… Why don’t you just relax?”

  He sighed a soft breath through his nose. I didn’t know what he was going through but I felt helpless knowing that I couldn’t do much to help him. The least I could do was to try and help him get his mind off things.

  I shifted my gaze down between his legs and started unbuckling his belt. He didn’t resist when I unzipped his jeans down. I tugged his jeans to his ankles then stroked his hard cock through the fabric of his underwear.

  I reached my other hand up and pressed it to his chest.

  “Just relax,” I whispered. “Let me take it from here.”

  I pushed him back into his seat. Dorian closed his eyes and rocked his head back. I turned my attention completely to the cock swelling in my palm.

  Dorian worked out every single day. Everything about him screamed it. His body was built for the kind of physical labor it took to be a firefighter. I enjoyed satisfying him more than he enjoyed it.

  I pulled his underwear down and let his cock spring free. He inhaled a sharp breath. His balls tightened up against his body.

  A few pumps revealed a drop of precum on his tip. I lowered my head down and licked his head. It pulled a sigh from his lips and a shudder from the rest of him.

  “Just relax,” I whispered onto his cock.

  I let him feel the warm breath of my mouth for a second on his head. Then I sealed my lips around it. I stuck my tongue out and licked the side of his shaft as I proceeded to lower myself down on him.

  Dorian wasn’t just long. His thick cock never failed to amaze me. I even amazed myself at being able to take it between my lips. I kept moving down until his tip hit the back of my throat. I opened wide and swallowed him. His cock throbbed against my tongue.

  One long, slow slurp was enough to get him excited. He was primed and ready for me.

  I started slow, bobbing my head up and down so that I could cover every inch of his shaft. My spit dripped down the sides of his length and gathered around the base of his cock. The messy sound of me sucking and swallowing him grew louder. A wet mouth and a pulsing cock made a sound that was unmistakable.

  Dorian got even more worked up. His hips shifted. A hand found its way into my hair. He moved in a slow, controlled rhythm, pushing his cock into my throat. I opened wide and swallowed to accommodate him.