by Jade Kuzma
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
CHAR:
A Bad Boy Biker Romance
(BLACK REAPERS MOTORCYCLE CLUB BOOK 4)
by JADE KUZMA
Copyright © 2018 Jade Kuzma.
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All persons appearing on the cover are models and being used for illustrative purposes only.
CHAR: A BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE
(BLACK REAPERS MOTORCYCLE CLUB SERIES)
First edition. March 21, 2018
Copyright © 2018 Jade Kuzma.
Written by Jade Kuzma.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Thank you!
The Black Reapers
Chapter 1
CHARLES
Late Friday nights meant everybody was out on the town trying to get their weekends started. You didn’t have to bother going to any of the bars or clubs to find some music to dance to because there were assholes already blasting it on their car stereos. Disrespectful punks who made everybody else listen to what they were listening to.
I kept my head down and drove away from the part of the city where everybody was. The music grew distant. The traffic started to die down. As everybody around me disappeared, my head started to clear. The rumble of the engine underneath me replaced any annoying music I might have been forced to listen to just a moment ago.
The sky was clear and the moon was full. There was a chill in the air. I was too focused to be distracted by the weather or any assholes that might pop up around me.
I pulled up to the curb and double-checked the address on my phone. I looked up and barely noticed the small tavern in front of me. There wasn’t a neon sign flashing. There weren’t any spotlights shining on it. Hell, even the windows looked dirty as shit, so I could barely see inside.
It was perfect.
I looked up and down the street and there were a few homeless men and women sleeping on the sidewalks. While one part of town had all of the people just looking to party and enjoy their weekends, this was the place where everybody wanted to forget about who they were.
There was an elderly man slumped up against the side of the building. His clothes were dirty. So was his face. Just a quick glance at the rags he covered himself with was enough to tell me he had it rough.
He barely had the strength to tilt his head up and smile at me. Some of his teeth were missing and the ones he still had weren’t in good shape.
“Hey, friend,” he greeted me. “You think you can help me out?”
It was hard to believe how someone like him could still find a way to smile but he did. I couldn’t help but smirk.
“What do you need?”
“We’re right next to a bar. I was thinking about getting myself a drink.”
“You look like you could use something to eat.”
“That, too. But a beer would help me forget about how hungry I am.”
I chuckled at his honesty. I dug into my pockets and pulled out a few bills for him. Then I crouched down and stuffed them into his hand.
“That’s all I got,” I said.
“That’s more than I could ask for,” he replied. “Thank you, friend.”
While the homeless man thumbed through his cash, I looked up at the bar in front of me.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.
“I’m afraid I’m not capable of much these days.”
“This’ll only be a second. I promise.”
I zipped down my leather kutte and peeled it off.
“You think you can hold this for me?”
“What do you want me to do with something like this?”
“Just hold it. I’ll be right back to pick it up in a second.”
He held my leather vest up and examined it.
“This is pretty nice,” he said. “I think I can fetch something good for it. But…”
He looked up at me and grinned.
“…I think I can hold onto it for you for a bit.”
“Thanks.”
The last thing I wanted to do was draw any more attention to myself. Any club affiliation I had would have only raised eyebrows. Knowing what I was getting into, I couldn’t take any chances.
I stepped into the bar and saw that it was exactly the kind of place I was looking for. It smelled of cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke. The lights were so low I could barely make out any faces. The speakers on the jukebox were blown up. The television hanging at the corner of the ceiling was fuzzy.
There were a bunch of lowlifes sitting around, wallowing in their beers. The conversations weren’t lively. There was no dancing or flirting. It was just a bunch of men and women trying to drink so they could get away from whatever shit they had going on in their lives.
I headed to the bar and the bartender eyeballed me.
He widened his eyes and shrugged, waiting for me to place an order. I didn’t say a word and he was already giving me shit.
“Gimme a beer,” I said.
The asshole bartender begrudgingly poured a beer and placed it down in front of me. I was too busy scouting the place to pay much attention to his attitude though.
Where is this motherfucker?
I sipped on my beer and kept looking around. The guy I was looking for had to show up eventually. It was only a matter of time.
“Need some company?”
I turned to the side and saw the man standing next to me.
He was some young punk. His dark hair slicked back and a goatee
around his lips, he looked like the kind of motherfucker who drove a car more expensive than the place he lived.
“I don’t need any company,” I said.
“Sure, you do. You’re Marcus, ain’t you?”
He smiled at me. Even in the darkness of the bar, his arrogance was clear.
“Who are you?” I said.
“Jamie sent me.”
“Where the fuck is Jamie?”
“Jamie’s… busy at the moment. My name’s Fred. I’m taking his place.”
Fred… Right…
I sighed and looked around to see if there was anybody else with my new friend. There were a couple of guys roaming the bar but they did a shitty job of looking inconspicuous. I had two sets of eyes on me along with Fred’s.
“You got the money?” Fred asked.
I ignored him and took another gulp of beer. I kept staring off into the distance. From the corner of my eye, I saw Fred with his eyes locked on me, that confident grin still on his lips.
“I said… Do you got the money?”
“Where the fuck is Jamie?”
“I told you,” he said. “Jamie’s busy.”
There was a bit of impatience in his voice. That shit didn’t matter to me though. I had all night.
“I’m supposed to meet Jamie,” I said.
“And Jamie is sending me in his place. What’s wrong? You deaf? You got a thick skull, motherfucker?”
He tapped my temple with his index finger. I would’ve snapped his finger in two but I didn’t want to make a scene. Not yet anyway.
“You expect me to believe Jamie sent you because you say so?” I said. “Why would I do something like that?”
“Because how else would I know who the fuck Jamie is? Did you think about that?”
“How do I know you didn’t kill Jamie? Why would I trust a man like that? Maybe you’re a fucking pig.”
I looked Fred up and down. He was wearing a plain dress-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. He looked like the kinda guy who would associate with Jamie. But I still had to get him to play my game.
“This shit stinks,” I said as I shook my head. “I don’t like this at all.”
“You think I’m a cop?” he said.
“Maybe you are.”
“Is that right?”
He licked the smile off his lips and stood up straight. He moved right in front of me as I continued to lean up against the bar. He was trying to look as intimidating as he could.
It wasn’t working.
“Listen, asshole,” he said. “I’m not a cop.”
“Prove it.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small switchblade. He pointed it at me and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
“It’s too dark in this place. I could stab you 50 times and nobody would notice until you bled to death. And from the looks of the bartender, I don’t think he’d give a shit if somebody died in here.”
I innocently put my hands up near my chest, my eyes locked on him. I had to keep playing his game even though he was still playing mine.
“You can either make the deal with me,” he said. “Or I can carve you up and you can make the deal with Jamie. Right before you die. What do you say, Marcus?”
I exhaled a deep breath through my nose and nodded.
“All right, Fred. We can make the deal. Just let me finish my beer—”
“Shut the fuck up. Go outside right now before I turn you into a pincushion.”
“All right, all right…”
I kept my hands up as I turned around and walked out of the bar. Fred moved right behind me.
“Into the alley.”
I turned around and noticed the two assholes he’d brought along with him were there with us. The three men walked right behind me as we headed into the dark alley right next to the bar.
I could barely make all of them out. The only light came from the moon and a streetlight in the distance.
Fred kept his toothpick pointed at me as he motioned with his other hand.
“Let me see the money,” he said.
I reached into my pocket and he cut me off.
“Ah, ah! Slowly…”
I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. I sighed as I pulled out the wad of cash I had. Fred snatched it from my fingers and tossed it to one of his men to count.
His two bodyguards didn’t look much like bodyguards. Leather jackets. Blue jeans. Shaved heads. They were barely any bigger than Fred, and he was built like a matchstick. I guess they were intimidating enough because there were three of them.
“It’s right,” the man said after he counted my money.
“Good,” Fred said, his eyes still locked on me. “Now give Marcus over here what he paid for.”
The other man began reaching into his jacket. He pulled out a small pouch and held it up to me.
“This shit is pure,” Fred said. “The rawest heroin on the market. You’ll love it.”
I looked at the small bag of drugs and smirked.
I couldn’t help but start chuckling softly to myself.
The other three men looked confused at one another before beginning to laugh right along with me.
“Yeah, that’s the stuff you’re looking for,” Fred said. “You know I won’t let you down.”
“You got this stuff from Jamie?” I said.
“From the man himself.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, still chuckling. “You can keep it.”
“Keep it?”
They all stopped laughing suddenly.
“I don’t want the drugs,” I said. “Maybe you can help me with something else.”
“Listen, asshole. If you want something else, take a fucking hike. You already gave us the money. Just take the weight and split or leave with nothing at all.”
He had the switchblade still pointed at me. I eyeballed the two men standing next to him as they stared right back at me. Both of them clenched their fists hard enough to make their knuckles crack.
“Take the drugs and walk away,” Fred said.
He turned the knife just enough for the moonlight to shine off the blade.
I couldn’t wait another moment.
Before they could react, I snatched Fred’s wrist and twisted it. He yelped like a little girl as I swiped the blade from his hand. In one swift motion, I stuck the knife through his palm.
Fred continued to scream as the two men converged on me.
They didn’t have a clue what they were doing. A couple of punches were easy to get away from. I ducked out of the way and slammed my fist into the side of the head of one man. He fell to the ground unconscious.
The other man tried to wrap his arms around my waist and tackle me. He struggled to try to get me to the ground. It was the perfect opportunity for me to slam my elbows into the back of his head.
He slumped to the floor with the other asshole who tried to take me down.
I sighed a deep breath as I slowly walked back toward Fred, who was struggling with his hand.
“You should probably get to a doctor,” I said.
“Fuck you!”
He pointed the bloody blade at me. It didn’t take much effort to grab his wrist and twist it to make him drop it. He kept squealing as I pinned him up against the wall.
“What do you want?” he said. “You want your money back? Go ahead! Take it! You can have the drugs, too!”
“I don’t want the drugs. I don’t want the money.”
“W-what do you want?”
“Where’s Jamie?”
He didn’t say anything. He just looked away from me, gasping as he tried to maintain his composure.
“Where’s Jamie?” I repeated.
I twisted his wrist even more to the point that I could snap his elbow if I wanted to.
“I-I can’t tell you,” he said. “He’ll kill me.”
“And what the fuck do you think I’m gonna do to you?”
I looked down into his eyes. He stared up at m
e pleadingly, his lip quivering.
“Where’s Jamie—”
“Ivory. He went to a town called Ivory. Okay?”
I let the asshole go. Fred kept grimacing in pain as he stared at his hand.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Shit… Don’t tell Jamie, all right? Don’t tell him it was me.”
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to worry about Jamie for much longer. You should probably get to a hospital now.”
“R-right…”
Just before he started running out of the alley, I grabbed him by the collar.
“Gimme your money,” I said.
“W-what?
“Gimme all your money. I know a dealer like you must have a lot of cash on him.”
He nodded and frantically pulled the wad of money from his jacket.
“That’s all of it. I-I swear.”
I pushed him aside and he raced out of the alley. I searched the two downed men in front of me for what I could find. More cash. More drugs.
I burned all of the drugs with my matches then headed out of the alley.
The homeless man was still leaning up against the bar with my kutte resting comfortably in his lap.
“Thank you,” I said. “For your trouble.”
I dropped the wad of bills I found into his lap as I picked up my vest. As I put the vest on, the homeless guy counted his money.
“Where did you—”
“Don’t worry about it. Get yourself that beer you wanted. Maybe some food, too.”
“This here is enough to feed the whole block for weeks.”
“You can do that, too, if you want.”
He looked up from his seat and smiled.
“Char,” he said as he read the patch on my vest. “You a Black Reaper, Char?”
“I am.”
“I heard about the Reapers. There aren’t any in this town but I’ve heard of ‘em. I think it’d be a hell of a story to tell people that I shared a beer with one.”
“Thanks,” I sighed. “But I can’t stay here.”
I got onto my bike and revved the engine.
“Got some business to take care of, hmm?” he said.
“That’s right. Serious business.”
“Where you headed?”
“Ivory.”
