REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC

  REAPER

  Death Row Shooters MC

  Crimson Syn

  Contents

  Glossary of Terms

  Dear Readers

  Prologue

  1. Ryan

  2. Cecilia

  3. Ryan

  4. Ryan

  5. Ryan

  6. Ryan

  7. Cecilia

  8. Ryan

  9. Cecilia

  10. Ryan

  11. Ryan

  12. Cecilia

  13. Ryan

  14. Ryan

  15. Cecilia

  16. Cecilia

  17. Ryan

  18. Cecilia

  19. Ryan

  20. Cecilia

  First Epilogue

  Second Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Crimson Syn

  Glossary of Terms

  La Muerte:Death

  La Plaga: The Plague

  La Mancha: The Stain

  La Sombra: The Shadow

  Pendejo:Idiot

  Coño: Fuck

  Eres un traidor de mierda!: You’re a traitorous shit!

  Muevete:Move

  Linda: Pretty girl

  Puta Mentirosa: Lying bitch

  Niña: Little girl

  cabrón: fucker

  No soy tan pendejo: I’m not that much of an idiot.

  Mi Reina: My queen

  Hijo de Puta!:Son of a Bitch

  Muerete!: Die

  Dear Readers

  Hello my lovely readers!

  Thank you for joining me and for following me into the gritty world of the Death Row Shooters MC. I really wanted this storyline to interconnect with the Hellbound Lovers so be prepared to see some more of your favorite characters in this series.

  This book starts off two weeks after the occurrences of the war between the Colombian Cartel and the Hellbound Lovers MC where we first met Ryan Simon. If you followed that storyline then you know that he helped Wolf Stone when his family was in danger.

  But now Ryan is back and he wants something in return. Something he gave to Wolf a long time ago, and he wants it at all costs. Our Reaper is a broken man, a solitary soul, with only one purpose in life-to get back his Firefly.

  Thrown into a life of criminal activity. He has seen and been a part of death for such a long time, spilling blood is only a natural repercussion of survival. But this isn’t the life he wanted for himself, especially not after meeting Cecilia. She is everything he ever wanted. His light, his innocence, all wrapped up in a beautiful woman. A woman he has to give up in order to save her life.

  Sinful Reading,

  Crimson Syn

  Prologue

  Ryan

  Present Day...

  My name is Ryan Simon, known among the brotherhood as The Reaper. Why the nickname, you ask? Because I have this bad tendency of sending men to their graves. Specifically, vile evil men who hurt the ones I love. My first kill alone made me the cold calculating bastard I am today. I’m a man with powerful connections who fears no one and nothing. I am the President of the Death Row Shooters MC.

  I’m not going to spin you into a web of fairy tales and fancy dreams. My life is shit and continues to be shit. From the moment I stepped foot into that goddamn place and became a Prospect, my life turned into a nightmare. Thievery, rape, death, and bloodshed. I have to admit I learned everything I know from the evil that took me in. I found out what darkness felt like. How it consumes you. And instead of fighting it, I used it. But in the midst of all the shit that was thrown at me, I also learned what brotherhood meant. What it still means to me to this day.

  I’ve tried to change my ways, but it’s hard when this is all I’ve ever known. I’ve delved in drug trafficking, prostitution, and even money laundering. After I lost the last of my family in that goddamn shooting I knew I couldn’t lose anymore loved ones. There was only one person that mattered to me more than life itself. The only person in this world who truly knew who I was. This one special person I had sworn to protect. I didn’t even know where she was kept hidden, but I was about to find out.

  As I glared at the man sitting across from me, I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. “You know what I’m going to ask, and I know I told you never to tell me, but fuck, I need to know.”

  Wolf Stone, the President of the Hellbound Lovers MC, stared back at me, a sullen expression on his face. He paused for a long time, long enough for me to see the wheels spinning in his head. He was sharp, unforgiving, and loyal as fuck. And he knew that I had done everything in my power to keep his ass safe in the last year and it was time to pay it back.

  “There’s always a price to pay, Wolf. It’s just your turn to pay it.”

  Wolf shook his head in disgust. “You’re a motherfucker.”

  I smirked. “I won’t deny that.”

  “She’s not ready to be found, Ryan.”

  “That’s not your decision to make.”

  Wolf curled his lip and grimaced. “You goddamn know it is. She was handed over to the Hellbound Lovers which means she is our responsibility.”

  “Goddammit, Wolf! She’s mine, I want her back!”

  In my built-up anger, I hurled the highball glass I was holding. It flew across the room and shattered against the wall behind Wolf’s head, yet the fucker didn’t even flinch. We stared at each other in a long, intensely charged moment. The tension rose in the room while I glared at him, seething in anger.

  “It’s been six years, Wolf.”

  “I know how long it’s been. She’s not ready.”

  “I’m gonna play nice and ask this as a favor here. I need to see her.”

  Wolf sighed and tilted his head assessing me and my apparently desperate condition. “Let’s do this. I’ll ask her if she wants to see you. If she agrees, I’ll set up a time and place for you to meet. But if she says no…”

  “She won’t say no.”

  “But if she does…”

  I charged at Wolf and he stood up, his massive size ready for a fight. I pulled up toe to toe with him, my hands fisting at my sides. I was a big guy, by every means, but Wolf was built like a Marine. I held my own in a fight, but he could kill me with a snap of his wrist and the fucker knew it. He had a level head and I was well aware I was testing his limits.

  “If she says no I’ll go looking for her my goddamn self! And I will find her,” I was fuming; hating that Wolf was keeping what I wanted from me.

  He shook his head slowly. “If she says no, this ends here. Understood?”

  I stared back at Wolf and I felt my blood run cold. I liked him, he was a great friend, but he was an even more formidable adversary. He wasn’t one to mess with, but who ever said I gave a fuck.

  “I don’t want to get into it with you, Wolf. I just want back what belongs to me. You were supposed to hide her from her father and that fucker La Plaga. They are now dead, I made sure of it. There’s no reason for her to keep living in fear.”

  “She’s not. She’s aware of what’ happened. She’s perfectly content with her life, Ryan. She’s at peace. Why would you want to disrupt that?”

  “Because I’m her fucking peace!” I slammed my fist against my chest in anger.

  “Calm. The fuck. Down.”

  For a brief moment, just a small one, I hated Wolf Stone. I hated that he had what was mine. But what I hated even more was that he was being fucking loyal…to me! The man who handed her over. The man, who above all else, only sought out her protection.

  I tried staring him down, but it was no use. Wolf wasn’t the type to be easily threatened. He only sat back down, leaned back in the chair, folded his arms across his massive chest and waited. W
aited for me to calm down, to realize that what I was doing was completely out of character, to acknowledge that she was better off alone.

  But that wasn’t going to happen. Because I was a greedy bastard. I’d waited six long fucking years to be able to finally claim what was mine. Six long, lonely years.

  I slumped down in the seat across from his and cradled my head in my hands. “Just give her back, Wolf.”

  I heard his sigh of resignation. “I’ll ask her, but I won’t force her to see you.”

  I raised my head, my eyes meeting his stoic gaze. “If she doesn’t come willingly I will go after her. You know I’d never hurt her, but she needs to know that I’m here, that I’m waiting. That I’ve been waiting.”

  I stood up, but before he could say another word, I stormed out of his office. Stepping out into the chilled morning air, I shuddered. The door slammed shut behind me, echoing in the silence. I looked back at Ravenous, looming over me in the dark. The only light came from a single streetlamp that casted its dim yellow light in front of the entrance and shed the rest of the street in a dark ominous shadow. Where anyone else would feel threatened by the emptiness, I felt at home.

  It was nearing four in the morning and everyone had gone home for the night. I straightened my suit jacket, adjusted my black silk tie and made my way to my BMR R Nine T Pure. She was my baby and it had taken me years to finally get a bike that I wanted, completely customized to my taste and believe me, I had an expensive palette.

  What I owned, I shed my own blood and sweat for. I had put my life on the line for everything I had, as well as for who I had by my side. I didn’t need anything. Never did. I could have anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Anything...but her. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Revving up the bike I sat there for a moment, staring off into nothing, remembering the last time I’d seen her. She’d been so young, so innocent, yet exposed to so much fucked up shit. That night was the start of a long battle, a night where I gave up my soul to Wolf Stone, a night where I put my life on the line for the woman I loved. I waited enough time for her and now I want her back, and no Hellbound Lover was going to get in my way.

  1

  Ryan

  Nine Years Ago…

  I was fourteen years old when I was taken in as a Prospect for the Death Row Shooters. It wasn’t the life I had initially wanted but it was the one that was handed to me. In one night, my cousin Simon had become my legal guardian, and the only family I had left in this fucking world. Nate Schear was the President back then, and the Death Row Shooters were held in high regard and well respected. But in the last four years, shit had changed. Mario La Muerte Cepeda was now the elected President and he ran this club like he did his life, down the fucking shitter. Simon should have gotten the title as VP, but there was only one reason this fucker got chosen, and it was because he brought in the pussy. That’s how he won half the brothers over, the other half left after Nate died. A fucking shame.

  We’d been told he was drunk driving down the highway and he swerved right into a truck. Fucked up part about that shit was that we all knew it was a lie, but no one did anything about it. Nate rarely drank, and he would be the first one to tell us to be careful on that road. He’d been a good man, taken me in when I didn’t have anywhere else to go, and he offered me refuge. Him being gone only made the tension in the club worse and by the time the funeral was over, half the brothers had started a new chapter somewhere far from Sacramento.

  Being a Prospect wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies, I’d seen the worst of the worst growing up under La Muerte’s tyrannous reign. Drug trafficking, gun trafficking, money laundering, death, blood, gore, torture, you name it. Fuck, I shot my first victim during a drug deal that went wrong. It was either shoot the dealer or risk him snitching us out. I didn’t even think twice about it. I was fifteen years old.

  My first fuck was with a thirty-year-old prostitute named Savannah. She wasn’t the prettiest of the hookers that hung out at the bar, but she was the nicest. At sixteen I had no idea what the hell I was doing, and she taught me it didn’t really matter as long as I didn’t cum too early. That first time was in the back alley behind the dumpsters, the smell of rotten food and stale beer hit my nostrils as she slobbered around my teenage dick. I remember thinking I’d show them, as I stuck my cock in a woman who kept moaning daddy with a sixteen-year-old attempting to fuck her from behind. At least I didn’t cum early. Afterwards, La Muerte congratulated me for becoming a man and patted me on the back welcoming me into the brotherhood.

  I stayed because of Simon, I owed him that. Fuck, I owed him my life. See, Simon was the only one who had been there for me when my mother left this earth. I remember that night clearly, as if it were yesterday. I had gotten home late from school that day. When I walked in I saw my mother’s boyfriend, Mitch, in the kitchen. I’d hated Mitch from the start, there was something wrong with him, but there was no reasoning with my mother, so I left it alone. He grunted at me when I walked in, but I never acknowledged the asshole. I watch him grimace as my ma’ set a plate of food down in front of him. She’d looked up and smiled at me. I can still smell that scent of fresh baked cookies and dishwashing soap that always swirled around her. She kissed me hello as he began to complain about the meatloaf being too cold.

  Sighing, she told me to run upstairs and wash my hands. I was only gone a few minutes, but I wish I’d never left her side. I blame myself every fucking day for leaving her alone with him. Maybe if I would have been present, things would have been different.

  Some nights I can still hear her curdling scream. I nearly tumbled down the stairs trying to get to her, but it had been too late. She was lying in the hallway, blood pouring from her head out onto the hardwood floor. Mitch standing over her, seething in anger. His eyes met mine as I flew to her side.

  “She made me do it! You should have seen her! She fucking attacked me!”

  I ignored him and tried to shake her awake. “Momma? Momma wake up. Wake up, momma!”

  I looked up just as Mitch ran out the front door leaving it wide open, my cousin Simon in the doorway staring down at me. His eyes said it all, a murderous glare in them as he lifted me away from her. He checked her pulse and hung his head.

  “Go pack a bag, Ry, we gotta go.”

  “But what about Ma! We have to call the cops and ambulance!”

  “Just do as I say!” He yelled, shoving me towards the stairs. I looked down at my mother and watched as Simon brushed his hand along her face, closing her eyes. That’s when I knew. Momma was gone.

  As Simon tied my bag to the back of his bike, he handed me a helmet. “Where are we going?”

  “Someplace safe, now stop asking questions and get on.”

  He tapped the helmet and I gripped his leather jacket as he took me away from my home, away from everything I knew. I never saw Mitch again, nor did we speak of my mother. I heard from Poe and Ash that Simon had taken care of that son of a bitch and I didn’t have to worry about a thing. I was pretty sure he was buried six feet under in the middle of the woods somewhere. I hoped he’d cut him up in little pieces and left him for the wolves. I’m morbid that way.

  Poe Chambers was also a prospect, he’d been brought in by Simon. An underground boxer, he was left for dead on the side of the road when he decided he wasn’t going to listen to his fucking boss and he won a fight he was supposed to throw. The Mexican cartel lost a lot of money that night, and he paid for it costly, they shattered his right hand, but he had a mean left hook, so the joke was on them. Simon brought him in and Poe was forever grateful. He was older than me by a few years, quiet, but resourceful, and he was loyal as fuck. He’d been called the Poet in the boxing ring after a newspaper article had claimed that it was fucking poetic watching him bring down a man with his fists. The title stuck.

  Ashley Warden, better known round here as Ash, was Nate’s nephew and the Death Row Shooters Enforcer. God forbid you called him by his God given name, he’d probably shoot you on
the spot. The only one allowed to call him that was his mother, and she’d been dead ten years. He’d been a Fire Marshall a few years back, had gotten injured during a bad fire, the flames scarred him along the right side of his torso, and in the end, he had been the only survivor that night. He later got kicked out for getting drunk at a bar and starting a major fight. Eight men injured, one dead. It wasn’t his fault, but he’d done five years for reckless behavior. When he got out he called Nate, and he was patched in immediately, no questions asked. Ash was a ruthless bastard, but a good man to have at your back.

  Then there was Cecilia Cepedo, the light in all this fucking darkness. If there was anyone I couldn’t dare leave, it was her, my Angel, my Firefly. When La Muerte brought Cecilia to live with the Death Row Shooters we all thought he’d gone crazy, but he was dead serious. Her grandmother had recently died, her mother was a druggie who got lost on the streets, and she had nowhere to go. Mario hated her, the boys and I took her in as a little sister. But she meant more to me than that, even at my eighteen years I knew this. I felt protective of the girl. I always wanted her around and when she wasn’t, I sought her out. She was everything I wasn’t at fifteen. Sweet, pure, full of life. I didn’t want Mario to blemish her, but I knew it was only a matter of time. The disgusting piece of shit kept ogling her whenever he got the chance. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but then I caught him rubbing his cock while watching her doing her homework one afternoon. The fucker repulsed me, but when I told Simon he told me to mind my own damn business unless I wanted to eat bullet shells for dinner.