REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC, page 8
“Using pussy for intel. Fucked up, Brother.”
Poe shrugged. “Who’s gonna say no to nice young pussy.”
“Motherfucker!” Jayce lunged over me and grabbed at him, but Poe simply raised his hands and took a step back.
“Sorry, Brother. I don’t know what she did, but she got us some serious info. According to her, the guy worked as a middle-man, taking in shipments of art. Statues, paintings, sculptures, all cloaked so that no one would be the wiser.”
I nodded and urged him to continue. “Apparently they are here to meet their dealer.”
“Dealer?”
Ash spoke up next. “So, I did some research.” He stood and handed me a card, the name Priscilla Chantal was scrawled along the back of the card, along the front was the name KAI Art Galleria in copper letters, a number printed along the bottom.
“Looks like Miss Chantal runs a gallery in Beverly Hills. Does well for herself and as far as I can tell is the sole owner.”
“Could be a front,” I stated.
Ash shrugged. “Brandy’s a good girl. She must have sucked some decent cock for the next bit of information we got.”
I could sense Jayce tensing next to me and I narrowed my eyes on Ash. “Respect, Ash.”
He gave Jayce an arrogant smirk and continued. “Looks like the China man comes in, gets the goods from the girl, and transports them back to Hong Kong.”
“So he’s a babysitter?”
“More or less. In exchange, he gets a hefty sum of money. Money he was more than willing to invest into Brandy.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” Jayce muttered under his breath and I knew the boys were fucking with him. He was always down their throats and they seemed to be wanting some payback. Problem was, it was on my time, and their games were short lived.
“Stop fuckin’ around. Brandy was not the woman to choose for this shit. What if she would have gotten hurt? What if she would have gotten caught?”
Poe sighed. “Girl’s smart, gave him a lap dance, humped his cock a bit, gave him a kiss and left. Probably creamed his pants.” He looked up at Jayce. “No need to worry, Brother, I had my eyes on her the whole time. Fucker came back though, the following night. Wanted a little more than a lap dance and I had Crow there, kick him the fuck out.”
“So, he’s a fence, a middle man. She’s the seller,” I lifted the card and took a long look at it. “Who is the buyer?”
Poe shrugged. “We don’t know. All we know is that the buyer comes from Hong Kong.”
“So how much money are we talking about?”
“As far as I can tell,” Ash rubbed his thick beard, “a good half a mil to a mil for shipment alone. Looks like the toughest part for the dealer is finding a dock.”
“Fuck me,” I sat up, all ears now. “Make sure the Hellbound Lovers don’t get a wind of this shit.”
Poe nodded. “I’ll let Riggs know we’re moving coffee grounds or something. That way we can keep them off our radar.”
“Alright then.” I twirled the card around, sweeping my thumb across the name. “I think we need to pay a visit to Miss Chantal.”
11
Ryan
“Cecilia?” I knocked on the door before sliding it open. It was oddly dark in the bedroom making it hard to see anything.
“Cecilia?” I pushed the door wide open. The stream of light coming in from the hallway fell on her body, strewn on the ground.
“Cecilia!” I ran over to her, coming down on my knees as I lifted her into my arms. “Baby? Baby talk to me.” I brushed her hair away from her face. She was drenched in cold sweat and was shaking.
“Cecilia, for fuck’s sake!”
Her eyes fluttered open and shut, her head moving from side to side. She uttered something beneath her breath that I couldn’t make out. I leaned in closer while she repeated it nonstop.
“You left me. You left me.”
“Nooo baby, no. I didn’t leave you. I’m right here. I’m right here.” I rocked her in my arms, the hurt that was between us, threatening to destroy us both.
“You left me,” she whispered in my ear and I held her so tight.
“I will never leave you, Firefly. I will never leave you.
“You forgot me.” Her voice broke and it tore at my heart.
Memories of her locked in that damn closet came to me and I cursed myself for forgetting. I cursed myself for being so goddamn stupid. “It’s alright baby, I’m right here. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I stayed with her all night, soothing her until she stopped shaking. Staring up at the ceiling while I remembered the fear on her young face when we found her locked up that day. I felt helpless as she fell into my arms. I think I fell in love with her in those moments, I just didn’t know what the feeling was. Love was such a farfetched thought back then. But now, now I knew. I knew what this tightening in my chest, this lightheadedness that overcame me when I had her in my arms, what this desperation meant. She could deny it all she wanted to, but I knew. I knew she loved me just as much or more.
I left early the next morning after I made sure she was alright. When Ash walked into the room he nearly murdered me when I told him I’d locked her in. That memory still looming over her, still harming her.
Fuck.
I was a fucking shit bag to her. My selfish ways only hurt her. But I was scared. I was fucking frightened of losing her. The President of the Death Row Shooters had a fear. A fear that he held secret. A fear that would get us both killed if I wasn’t careful.
* * *
We rode out to the Galleria with Ash. If this Priscilla Chantal woman was a front, I didn’t want to scare her with a bunch of bikers approaching. Instead, we decided to take the truck, or what we liked to call the Cage. I wore my business suit and Ash, well Ash wore his cuts but at least his dark washed jeans looked new. He wore a white tee beneath his leather vest, tattoos lined his muscled arms hiding his scars, and he had a deadpanned look in his eye as we entered the Galleria.
“You need to relax, Ash. We’re here to buy art not shoot up the place.”
“You never know when you have to watch your back, Prez.”
He was right about that. These pristine white walls would drip with fresh red blood quite nicely. Our boots clicked on the shined hardwood floor, bright colored art aligned each sectional, and above us sculptured glass blown chandeliers hung at different angles.
“Looks like an art gallery to me,” I looked over at Ash and he just shrugged, his attention on a sculpture in the corner with a naked couple holding each other. I smirked as his hand grazed her breasts.
“Perv,” I muttered under my breath and proceeded to make my way towards the small reception area.
The place was empty, there wasn’t a soul in sight. Clearing my throat, I yelled out. “Hello! Anyone here!”
My voice echoed and suddenly the sound of heels came from beyond the sectioned walls. Ash approached my right side as we waited. The sound getting closer until a woman peeked her head around the corner. When she fully appeared, Ash tensed beside me, and I had to admit, she was a sight for sore eyes. Tall, dark hair that flowed in soft waves down her back, big bright coffee colored eyes and the prettiest face. Not as pretty as my Cecilia, but hot damn this one was gorgeous.
Her hunter green dress clung to ever fucking curve, the voluminous tits, the wide hips, the rounded perfect ass. We both stood there appreciating the fucking art.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?”
Her accent was sexy as fuck and Ash shifted next to me. The motherfucker probably had a wicked hard on, and the way she was eyeing him, I’m pretty sure he’d have her in his bed calling him Daddy before the night was over.
I slid her card on the receptionist’s high counter and I stared at her. “I’m here to talk business with the owner of this gallery.”
She took the card and smiled. I knew this card meant something because it was completely different to the white card sitting on the receptionist’s counter. “I’m the owner.”
I arched my brow in surprise and looked over at Ash who couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass. “Which means you are Miss Chantal.”
“That is correct,” she turned her head slightly, looking over at Ash who was now circling her like a fucking predator.
“Ash!” I called out and he instantly straightened up and walked over to me, a glint in his eye. “Ash here and myself have noticed some movements on my docks. Word is Kai Galleria has a bit of business going on there. I don’t know if you were aware, but those docks are private property. My property.”
I could sense in her eyes that she was fully aware, but she was a great actress. “No, I’m sorry. I have no idea what you are talking about.”
She turned to leave, but Ash was right behind her. She gasped as he wrapped his hand around her waist and slowly turned her back around to face me. I let him have his fun. I’m pretty sure his dick was jumping in excitement to be pressed against her ass as he held her there for me to speak with.
“I could easily call the feds on you, but I won’t. Not unless you decide to give me wrong information. I don’t take lightly to lies.”
She gave out a broken gasp as Ash gave his hand a little jerk, squeezing her tighter. “I suggest you tell the man the truth, honey.”
“I believe we can help each other out here, Miss Chantal. What kind of business are you running on my docks?”
“None of your business.”
“Eh, eh,” Ash whispered in her ear and the woman was literally putty in his hands. “Be nice or I’ll have to punish you later.”
Her eyes went wide, and she bit her lip, shifting slightly against him. His grunt told me she was also playing his game.
“It’s my business when you’re on my private property. So I suggest we work together instead of against each other.”
“What do you propose?”
“I heard there’s shipments being made with a certain group of men that are being paid a hefty sum. My understand is you need to pay for the docks and the transportation. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen a cent of those payments.”
“It is hard to find good men these days. Besides, I have nothing to do with how they store or transport the items, as long as they get to the right owners on time.”
“What’s in the crates?”
“Art. Hot items. Items that if I do not get to my bosses in Hong Kong they will be very upset.”
“What do these middlemen mean to you?”
“Nothing. They come from Hong Kong. From the buyer.”
“And who are your bosses?”
“I cannot tell you that. The walls have ears and eyes,” she looked up and sure enough, right above us was a camera.
I nodded. “Tell your boss that I am willing to give you full access to my docks, without calling the Feds, as long as my men and I can transport the goods.”
Her eyes shone, and her eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
“Because, Miss Chantal. I am a businessman. Ask around. I’m pretty sure your bosses know me. Ryan Simon is my name, but you can call me the Reaper.” I slid her one of my cards with the Death Row Shooters logo on the front. “We can negotiate a price and in return we’ll offer you protection. It’s up to you Miss Chantal, how you want to proceed. But I can assure you, you either work with us, or those docks are off limits. I’ll be waiting for your call.”
“You are not giving me much of a choice, Mr. Simon.”
“That’s not the way we negotiate. You’ve been using my docks, there are no choices in this deal. The only one you have is call me or wait for the feds to coming knocking at your door.”
“We don’t like to be threatened.”
“Oh that’s not a threat, honey. You wanted a choice, I gave you one.”
Winking, I turned and walked away. I could hear her moan as I stepped out the doors, God knows what Ash was doing to the poor woman. No woman could resist Ash Warden. I leaned back on the Cage until Ash came out with a big grin on his face.
“You got your kicks off?”
“Let’s just say she’ll definitely be calling you.”
I smirked and slid into the passenger seat. As we took off, a text rang through.
You can meet me at the docks tomorrow before sunrise. We’ll negotiate then.
“Looks like she took the bait.”
Ash didn’t say a word, but by the way his grip tightened on the steering wheel, I had a feeling he had a lot to do in persuading the beauty.
12
Cecilia
The music and energy from two floors below caught my attention. Ryan had rebuilt on the land that used to be the clubhouse. The first floor held the club, the bar, and private rooms that ran along the inside of the floor, hidden from sight. Ryan’s office was on the second floor looking over his club and there were six apartments that ran on opposite sides of the office. The executive members lived on the second floor. The third floor was off limits to everyone but me and Ryan. It was his private home and he owned the entire floor. From the outside it looked like any apartment complex, but inside it was huge. An entire mansion all to himself.
A balcony ran along the outside of the apartments looking down onto the dance floor. Since I’d been here, I’d never actually gone into the club, but tonight the music captured me. I wanted to see something other than the dim light in my bedroom, and after a nice long shower I felt renewed, wanting to go out.
When I came out into the hallway, the music pumping through the floorboards and the flashing lights beckoned me. The strobe lights flashed across the building, highlighting the dancefloor. I saw the girls on the stages, twirling on the poles. Couples danced on the floor while men in suits lounged around talking business or throwing their money away at the next girl that stepped onto the platform. There was a girl on the side of the platform, she had short red hair and a body to kill for. She swayed in the cage, rocking her hips side to side while Jayce, the one they called the Vindicator, stood right beneath it. The look in his eye, a challenge to any man who dared approach her. I found the sight intriguing.
“What are you doing out here?”
I startled at the sound of his voice and turned to find his eyes on my body. I’d stepped out in just a pale pink slip I’d found in one of the drawers. Ryan had thought of everything, even going to the extreme of buying me clothes and every pair of shoes you could imagine. A whole walk in closet just for me. Any woman would want that, any woman except me. I lived a simple life, and if he thought I cared about any of this, he was sorely mistaken.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I came home early,” his rumble had me biting my lip.
I hadn’t expected Ryan for another day or so. But here he was, half hidden in shadows, his dark eyes locked on me, and he looked so damn sexy in his rolled-up sleeves that exposed his muscled forearms, flexing as he shoved his golden waves back. He was wearing all black with shiny black boots. Fuck, the man was lickable even with his clothes on.
“I asked you a question.”
“I-I was just curious.”
He took the few steps towards me and pulled me away from the balcony. In his haste, he shoved me roughly up against the wall, his arms caging me in. He looked different tonight, he had a hungry gleam in his eye I hadn’t seen before.
“Curious about what, baby?”
A lock of his golden hair fell over his eye and caressed my cheek. Hanging his head I could feel his breath along my neck. I went weak for him and clung to the wall praying he wouldn’t notice.
“I just wanted to take a look. See what happens in the club.”
“And what did you see?”
“Just the girls dancing.”
“Do you dance, Firefly?” His growl made me so damn hot. I was fighting it, but he had this absolute control over me.
“Occasionally,” I sighed while running my hands along his broad chest.
“Hmmm…I can sense how wet you are, baby.” His nose brushed along the curve of my neck and he inhaled me.
“Your pussy smells so fucking good.”
“Stop,” I barely whispered, my word holding no strength in it whatsoever. It was more a hidden plea for him to continue.
My breath caught as his hand ran up my bare thigh, goosebumps resonating through my body. I’d only just stepped out for a second, not ever expecting to come across anyone, least of all him. He was supposed to be away, out doing a job. I had no idea he’d be back so soon.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, shaking beneath his touch.
“I can’t stay away from you,” his husky confession made me bite back a moan.
“Ryan, please.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of you begging,” I inhaled sharply as his fingers traced the seam of my panties. His electrifying blue eyes met mine, his face hidden in shadows. My lips parted as his fingers dove beneath the silk fabric, tracing the smoothness of my swollen core.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and he fell to his knees before me. There was a devilish look in his eyes as he slid his hands up my thighs, massaging the thick flesh and urging my legs apart. His hands groped my hips and cupped my ass before gripping the waistband of my panties. He teased me, snapping the waistband against my skin and smiling as I rotated my hips for him. He bit at the soft flesh at my tummy before sliding the soft material slowly down my legs. My hands clenched on either side of me, a moment of confusion clashing with reality as my panties slipped to the floor.
“Ryan,” The sound of uncertainty echoed in the empty hallway and I reached down, placing my hands over his, but there was no slowing this man down.
“Yes, Cecilia,” the heavy rumble of his voice made me tremble. That promise of pleasure lingering in the air around us. My hands covering his as they slid up my bare legs, lifting my slip until his groan informed me that he’d exposed my core.
I leaned my head back, a prayer leaving my lips at the feel of his hot breath that ran along my most private of body parts, making me wet with need. “Ryan, what are you doing to me?”
