REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC, page 13
Pre-cum flowed between us as I continued to pump into her. She whimpered in my ear and I lifted her in the air- my cock still sliding in and out of her as I lifted her up and down on it. Slamming us both up against the wall, I dug in deeper. My body completely trapping hers as our bodies gyrated against one another. Her sweet little pussy clinging to me as rippled purrs escaped those pouty lips. Ripping the rest of her tank off, I engulfed a tit in my mouth, biting down on it to leave my mark.
I slowed down just enough to allow her to feel how good my cock stretched her, how every inch sank in deeper and deeper, claiming her. I rolled my hips against her in such a heated embrace, her legs shook and she bit her lip trying to keep from crying out her pleasure.
“Cum for me, Cecilia. Claim my cock like you have my heart.”
“Ryan!” She screamed as the orgasm tore through her, taking her precious breath away.
I roared out my pent-up lust for her as my body tensed and loads of hot cum coated the walls of her womb.
18
Cecilia
I screamed as the door flew off its hinges bringing me down to the floor. The smoke from the blast lifting up pieces of the floorboard into the air. I was shocked for a moment, my whole body shaking, and then I heard it, the recoil of the shotgun. Heavy footsteps moved into the apartment and I froze.
“Get up, linda.”
That voice was like acid running through my veins. I knew that voice well. It belonged to Carlos La Plaga Trejo. One of the most cynical criminal minds I’d ever come across and the man who had nearly ruined me as a child.
“Muevete!” He shouted, poking me in the ribs with the barrel of the gun.
I moved slowly, forcing myself to stand up. My legs nearly gave out on me while I stood in the middle of the floor, finding myself alone and helpless. His laughter grated on my nerves causing me to shudder involuntarily.
He stood before me, his scar prominent against his upper lip and cheek. His black hair was greasy, and it fell in long strands along his shoulders.
Raising the barrel of the gun he pinned the base of it under his armpit, pointing it at me. I turned my face and clenched my eyes shut. The metal piece slid across my breasts and I flinched as it flicked my nipple.
“You look all grown up, Cecilia. I bet those titties feel even better now, all round and swollen. Coño, you look good enough to bounce on my cock. I bet you can take this cock now, can’t you?”
“You’re disgusting,” I grunted and coughed as he poked me hard in the ribs.
“Respeto!” He grabbed my t-shirt and dragged me up to him.
“Apparently your manners died along with your father.”
I grimaced as he pressed his nose against my cheek and inhaled. “You smell... expensive.”
“And you smell rancid,” I hissed as he yanked my hair back. He pressed the barrel up against my chin.
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about!”
“Puta mentirosa!” His grip tightened on my hair and the pain ricocheted down my neck, but I didn’t give him the pleasure of showing it.
“When I find him, I’m going to serve him your pretty little heart on a silver platter.”
“Make it gold, my man has expensive tastes.”
My sarcasm was going to get me killed. At least this time it only earned me a smack across the side of my face that sent me reeling back. He grabbed my t-shirt and hauled me back.
“You are testing my limits, niña.”
“And you’re wasting my time,” I spat out only to receive another smack, this one splitting my lip in two. The taste of copper coated my tongue and I laughed. I laughed because there was nothing else to do. Six years in hiding to return to this.
“You defend him even after what he did to you? After what he did to your father?”
“He was not my father.” I glared at the man I hated more than life itself. Mario Cepeda was a man who only knew how to destroy, Carlos Trejo was just like him.
Wiping the blood off my lip, I glowered at him with so much hatred held in my heart. “He is going to murder you.”
He lifted me up and gripped my chin, squeezing until I flinched from the pain. He smiled at me, that vicious scar looking rough and raw on his face. I closed my eyes for a second, not wanting to look at him.
I will return your lover to you, cut up in tiny little pieces and feed him to my dogs. That is when I’ll come back for you, niña. And when I do, I will have you on your knees with my cock so far up that beautiful ass of yours, begging me, like the good whore you are.”
“Never!”
“Eh-eh,” he squeezed my chin harder. “You will beg for me. You will scream for me. All while I remind you who La Plaga really is.”
I could feel my blood pressure drop and my legs were going to give out on me. Suddenly, the roar of the motorcycles alerted us that the Death Row Shooters were on their way back. They’d told me not to leave, told me to stay put while they did a quick job, but I was never prepared for this.
“Hmmm, I think your boyfriend is coming home.”
He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to kneel before him. He rubbed his crotch against my cheek and I clenched my eyes shut. If he wanted to rape me, he could easily do it.
Leaning down, he yanked my head back so his face was only an inch from mine. “I’m going to own you, Cecilia Cepeda. I’m going to make you into my little slave and slide my cock so deep into you, you will forget he ever existed.”
“Fuck you,” I spat blood in his face and grimaced as he licked it off his lip.
“You taste sweet, baby. I can’t wait to spit on that tight cunt and make it nice and wet. But first, I need to make sure your boyfriend pays for what he did.”
“Not before he cuts your dick off for touching the President of the Death Row Shooter’s Ol’ Lady.” I was oddly proud to hold that title, but it didn’t faze La Plaga.
“That stupid bitch doesn’t scare me! Get up!”
He dragged me up and I struggled against him as I realized he wanted to take me with him. I bit, I scratched, I screamed, and suddenly he swung at me sending me flying down to the floor. The roar of the bikes got closer. If I could just stall him. He lifted me up and just in spite, he bit down on my split lip. I cried out in agony while his hand gripped my core, squeezing.
“I am going to take what is owed to me.”
I smirked. “You’ll have to get through a clubhouse full of Death Row Shooters before you get to me.”
He roared in anger and I saw the handle of the rifle come at me, it hit me on my temple and I crumbled to the floor. My vision blurred and all I could make out was the outline of his boots by my head. My eyes struggled to remain open as I heard the shouts heading my way. In my stupor I felt hands lifting me up and I slipped away into darkness.
19
Ryan
Ryan
Opening the club door, I froze. All I could see were his legs strewn across the floor. Opening the door wider, my body ran cold. Ash rushed past me and knelt by Mikey’s side. His hands fluttered over his body.
“Is he dead?”
He stared back at me, anger blazing in his dark eyes. Mikey’s limp form lay before him, a knife piercing his heart.
“Cecilia!” I roared running into the building only to find Zephyr strewn on the floor clutching his leg and moaning.
“Zeph!” I ran towards the new prospect, a young kid of twenty-one.
He gripped my jacket, his green eyes staring back at me in fear. “He took her. Walked right out with her. I tried to take him down. I tried.”
I patted his shoulder and looking back I signaled for Shotgun to take him. I made my way to the third floor and stopped short. He’d blasted the door and as I stepped over the pieces, I saw drops of blood on the floor. Clenching my fists, I swore, I was going to kill the motherfucker. I sensed Ash behind me.
“What is it?”
“He wants a meeting with you,” Ash shoved a piece of paper at me. Scrawled on the front was a message in poorly written handwriting.
Midnight at the docks.
I sighed and thought for a moment. My head was spinning with Cecilia in the forefront of everything. I needed to get her back, needed to know she was safe. I hated this feeling of having my hands tied. I was always in control.
Poe had left this morning with the damn shipment and Digger took Crow to help Walker Thorn, the President of the Devil’s Syndicate, with a package delivery. It was a debt we needed to pay, and I wasn’t about owing shit to anyone.
“I’m assuming he wants me to show up alone?”
“We’ll be there with you no matter what.”
“Call La Mancha. Set something up. I’m not letting this fucker go.”
“Can’t do that, Prez. We don’t have the backup.”
“We have no other options.”
“We have the Hellbound Lovers.”
I froze at the mention of their name. I knew that if I called them, they would come, at a price, and the price was too high for me at the moment.
“No Hellbound Lovers. I don’t want them crawling all over this, it’s our business and we’ll handle it.
“But you’re going to trust the Mexican Mafia to have your back before he kills you.”
“What other choice do I have? Besides, La Mancha will be happy to hear that we’re handing him over.”
“I don’t like this.”
“You all need to stay back. No matter what happens he needs to believe he’s winning. Let his guard down before we bring in La Sombra.”
“What if the Hellbound Lovers start to question us?”
“Make up some shit!” I shouted at him, sick of his questions. Ash sighed, his eyes shooting to the ground.
“They’re going to ask questions.”
“I don’t give a shit what you say just don’t tell them what’s going down!”
“I don’t agree. I don’t think it’s a good idea to go in without backup. He may not come alone, the deceitful piece of shit.”
I charged at him, gripping his jacket. “You either have my back or you don’t! Either way, fucking handle it!”
Ash was my brother and I treated him as if he were blood, but he was on my last nerve today. “Just do as your told, Brother.”
He nodded and went on his way, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. Not only was Cecilia on my mind, my sweet girl who’d been battered in all this. But Poe was also on my mind. The fucker had agreed to go by himself to Hong Kong. Sure, Jameson was over there, but that fucker left his own brothers high and dry to go hide in an unknown country. How fucking trustworthy could he be?
I had one brother on a fucking boat headed to God knows where, another two taking a package carrying the fuck knows what to New York, and my VP who at the moment seemed to be against everything I had to fucking say. And my girl, who was caught up in this because of me. Things just couldn’t get any worse.
* * *
I arrived at the docks half past midnight. Ash, Shotgun and Jayce were already there. Ash had texted me only twenty minutes before I left to let me know they had eyes everywhere. The plan was simple. Stall. Make him think he had the upper hand and when his guard was down, that’s when we’d make our move. Problem was, this fucker was off his hinges, and he could snap at any moment.
I carefully made my way towards the loading dock, searching the grounds as I went. The huge stadium lights we’d just put in, lit up part of the dock, but casted shadows in its surrounding areas. My phone vibrated and when I looked down, my body went on edge.
“He’s here.”
I walked cautiously behind the warehouses and towards the waterfront. Making my way around a crate I stopped short. There he was, standing in the center of the platform, my Cecilia in his hands. He snarled when he saw me, that evil glint in his eye letting me know what his plans were. I’d seen that look before right before he pulled the trigger.
“Welcome, Reaper,” my name dripped sarcastically from his mouth. He fucking hated it, and the fact that it bothered him to that point, made me quite satisfied.
“I thought we’d buried you not too long ago?”
He chuckled. “You think I’d come back wearing that fucking patch. No soy tan pendejo.”
“So, who was the kid?”
“Devil’s Syndicate must still be looking for that kid. A prospect, I heard. Money talks so I paid the kid to ride on my bike wearing my jacket. You fuckers are brutal, the punk was only seventeen.”
“Motherfucker.”
“Walker Thorn buried his own and didn’t even notice it. I have to say I got lucky. Your man has good aim.” His eyes looked up at the towers. “I’m surprised you came alone, Reaper. You’ve got balls.”
He yanked at Cecilia and made his way down the ramp with her. Her eyes met mine, tears glistened in their depths while a rag covered her mouth. Her hands were tied up in front of her and blood ran down her temple. She was hurt, the fucker had hurt her. She struggled against him and he stopped, gritting his teeth. He yanked her head back and whispered into her ear, his eyes on me.
“Are you ready to watch me end the Reaper’s life, mi nina. I guess in this case I’ll become the Reaper!” His sarcastic laugh made my blood boil and I remained quiet and stoic, staring at him beneath a dark glare.
I kept my gun at my back, itching to slide it out and pull the trigger. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this. This is between you and I.”
“And let her miss the show. Fireworks and all? I don’t think so.” He flung her to the floor, pointing at her, “You move, and I’ll put a bullet through your pretty head.”
She looked at him, horrified, but did as he asked. She continued to struggle with the ties but remained quiet. I looked over at her, my eyes reassuring. I was going to save her, even if I had to give my life for hers, but she was going to walk out of here alive.
“How do you want to end this, Reaper? I’ll give you a choice, your head or your chest. Up to you.”
I laughed. “You were always a vile piece of shit.”
“I am giving you the choice you didn’t give my brother.”
“And I am promising you, I’ll try my best to make a hole right next to him for you.”
He snarled, reaching back for his gun and I charged at him, tackling him to the ground just as he aimed it at me. The gun slid along the concrete a few feet away from us, and we struggled as I reached for mine. A swift punch to his right temple got him off me long enough to slide the gun out and cock it, but not long enough to keep him off. Grabbing a hold of my wrist, we fought for the gun. Tilting it forward we wrestled until he’d flipped us over, him on top, and I could see his eyes look down at me as the barrel of my own gun was now being pushed down against my chest and tilted at my chin.
Cecilia’s shrill scream made me lunge into action. It was not going to end like this, I wasn’t going to make it so easy for this asshole. I kneed him swiftly and he grunted falling forward, the gun slipped from my hands, but I managed to leap up into action. His fist met my cheek in one punch after the other. I staggered back for a minute but then regained my footing and swung back jabbing at air until I made contact with his cheek, then his nose.
His head flung back from the impact and he wriggled his nose and spit out blood. He smiled at me then, red crimson coating his teeth as he charged at me, his head butting my chest as his fists were relentless on my ribs. I grabbed him by his long wiry hair and jerking his head up, my hand came down aimed right at his nose. Blood spewed from it and he wailed, staggering back and covering his face. We both stood staring at one another, seething, worn out.
“You won’t win, Reaper. You might as well give her up to me. I’m going to take her pretty pink pussy anyway. Right before I snap her neck. I bet she’ll squeeze me real tight as I take her life away.”
“Son of a bitch!” I growled as I lunged forward, swinging back and punching him on the side of the temple with the back of my fist. Then I came down on him again and again. He grabbed at me and in our struggle, I lost my footing. He managed to drag me to the ground, kicking and punching at me, just like he had so long ago. I struggled for breath as his foot met my rib, when he went to do it again, I grabbed it and twisted, bring him down to his knees. But he was incessant, and I knew that where we stood, Shotgun had no angle to get a decent shot. Ash and Jayce were probably on their way down even though I told them to stay put.
“After I kill you I’ll have her as mi reina. Sitting on my cock, her new throne.”
“Fuck you,” I spat out as he dragged me up by my leather cut and punched me hard. I shook my head at the sting of the heavy blow. He pulled back his fist and I was so weak, my vision so blurry, I didn’t expect the next punch and it sent me reeling back.
“Hijo de puta! Muerete!”
He wailed on me one punch after the other and when I was down and couldn’t move, my face bloodied, my eye nearly shut from the swelling, that’s when the sound of the engines finally cut through the silence. La Plaga staggered back as I got up on one knee. I started to laugh, a cruel, brutal, sarcastic laugh that I knew would grate on his nerves.
“Shut your mouth!”
I laughed harder as he shouted at me to stop. But it was a laugh that came out of me naturally. He’d let his guard down, and as La Mancha’s bikes and people surrounded us, I saw the shadows move in the distance. Ash and Jayce moved in beside me, one of them helping me to my feet so I could stand.
La Mancha approached; it was the first time I’d actually seen him in person. He was covered in religious tattoos of the Virgin Mary and a cross that encompassed half his chest. The letters La Sombra were strewn against the side of his neck and in script, above his heart, the word Teresa encompassed his right pec. Two of his men surrounded La Plaga and I could hear the fear in his voice.
“Please, no. I’ll do whatever you want, but please!”
