REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC, page 15
“I swear to God, Cecilia.”
“I’m the one with your cock in my mouth, baby. Be nice.” I licked him again and I swear he grew bigger in my hands.
“It’ll be okay. I promise. Shit, Cecilia!”
I slipped him into my mouth, sliding him down to my throat until my muscles closed down on him. Sliding him back out, I jerked him off and his hips began to move against my hand.
“Are we in danger?”
“You will be, ugh!” He groaned I slid him back in and choked on him.
“Am I, now?” I purred licking his cock.
“Fuck!” I squealed as he lifted me up and slid me onto the front seat. Spreading my legs his hand came down on me, my pussy lips loving the attention.
“More,” I moaned, and he growled.
“You’re so fucking dirty!”
“Mmmm, yes,” I moaned as he slid back in. His anger rocketing us up into sexual bliss. His thrusts were powerful, one leg on his shoulder, the other up on the dashboard as he drilled himself into me-my punishment at his fingertips. But I loved every second of it and screamed as the orgasm flung me back. He grunted along with me at his release, the muscles on his body rippling from the force of it.
Growling he leaned over me covering me in kisses and rubbing his beard on my neck and breasts. I cupped his face and forced him to look up at me.
“Just tell me. Are we safe?”
He cocked his head to the side and sighed. “You’ll always be safe with me.”
I smiled. “Good.”
I shoved him off me and scooted up into the passenger seat. “Let’s go. I’m hungry and Cookie’s making my favorite.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “You’re somethin’ else.”
“But you love me anyway.”
I gave him a side glance and he finally let out a laugh. It was a lighthearted moment, but I could tell in the depth of him something was worrying him and knowing Poe may be in danger made me worry alongside him. I only hoped out Poet would come home soon.
Second Epilogue
Ryan
One month later…
We hadn’t heard from Poe in nearly a month. Not a phone call, a fucking post card, a signal that he was fucking alive. Jameson wasn’t answering his messages either. Both had gone radio silent. The red metal shipping crate that had come in last night had my name strewn on it, with lettering that stated CONFIDENTIAL. I stared at the box and looked at Ash who was standing on the opposite end of it.
Digger frowned. “What do you think it is?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, but I don’t know anyone in Hong Kong other than Poe.”
Ash shook his head, his eyes met mine and I could sense the fear in them. I think we all did, afraid to look inside.
“You wanna open it, Prez?” Ash asked me, watching me carefully.
“Might as well.”
I stepped up to the metal crate and opened the lock that was attached to the sidebar. I had a fucking bad feeling about this. The shipment that we were in charge of had gotten to its destination about three weeks ago. A million dollars had been deposited into our account and Digger had quickly invested it. Only problem was, we were missing one of our own.
I went to slide the sidebar over when Shotgun placed a hand on my shoulder. “Let me do it, Prez.”
I paused a moment, dread coursing through my veins. He slid the sidebar to the far right, the metal clanking, and slowly he opened the crate. It was pitch black inside. We couldn’t even see our own hand in front of our face. That same whisper came from within, followed by a rough cough.
“Who’s there?” I signaled for a light and Ash slapped a flashlight onto my hand. Flashing it into the empty box it landed on a body that was slumped over in the corner. The cough emanated in the confines of the space and another whisper that we couldn’t make out.
Pulling out my gun I leveled it out in front of me. Carefully, I entered the crate, Ash to my right, Shotgun at my left, their guns raised and ready to fire. The figure shifted and attempted to sit up, when he did I noticed the tattoo that ran along his right arm. He was full of skulls and the poetic words of Rimbaud were scribbled along his forearm.
A thousand dreams within me softly burn…
I’d seen those words before, thousands of times, and I rushed over to the body. “Ryan,” he whispered thinly as he wheezed out a breath.
“Fuck! Call 9-1-1!”
Ash pointed the flashlight at his face, a face marred in bruises and coated in dried up blood. He smelled of urine and days of not showering. Looking around we noticed he’d at least had bottles of water, the only thing we could find.
“Who did this to you, Brother?”
He whispered in my ear and with horror in my heart I looked at Ash. The simple word he’d whispered signified so much more. And in that instant, I forgot who I wanted to become, and the Reaper came crawling back.
Run.
Acknowledgments
The Death Row Shooters truly challenged me, and during the time that I wrote it I received so much support from you, my fans. So I’d like to take this moment and dedicate this book to my readers who are passionate about my broken, gritty, gorgeous alphas, and who have taken their precious time to get lost in my words. Thank you.
To my ride or die girl, my amazing PA, Kristin Youngblood. I seriously can’t do half this craziness without your support and your friendship. Thank you for pushing me and for being that shoulder to lean on. You’re my rock. I love you.
To my girls, Zillah Raven and Zulfa Cupido, you girls are my my strength. I love you ladies. Thank you for all the hard the work that you do for your authors. I truly am so grateful to have you in my life. My ARC Team as well, who is always on point and just enjoys what I write. Thank you.
Last but not least, to my author friends who are always there for me. From J. Lynn Lombard who helped me at the very last minute, to my bestie Nikki Landis who I go to with all my doubts and craziness, I’m so glad to have you in my life lovely. Chris Genovese who always supports me and is an amazing friend, and Jax Hart who drives me crazy, but you know I can’t do this without you babe. You guys are amazing and I’m so grateful for each of you.
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So, with that said, stay tuned for more to come on the Death Row Shooters- The Poet is next and he has a helluva story to tell you.
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