REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC Page 3

  “I’m leaving.” He grabbed my hand and without another word he started walking towards Simon’s bike that was parked up on the side. I didn't even look back. In that moment there was not one soul on this earth who could separate me from him. I knew the consequences were going to be harsh, but I was willing to take them as long as I could be with him. I could handle anything as long as he stayed by my side.

  3

  Ryan

  Six Years Ago…

  We took the winding roads up to Lake Tahoe, a good two-hour ride. The sun was just setting as I eased the bike down a trail and parked it under the red oaks. Taking her hand in mine, we walked down to the water’s edge enjoying the silence. Skunk Harbor was quiet tonight, and we were hidden away in our own attempt at freedom. I never thought I’d never have this moment with her, and for some reason I felt as if though I needed to make it last for both our sakes. I leaned back on a log that stood by the waterfront and pulled her against me, my cock nestled against her belly, her head on my chest.

  Was this it?

  Was this going to be the night?

  I wasn’t prepared for this. I thought I was, but I won’t lie, I was freaking out. This was Cecilia, my precious girl, the possibility of having her was just unbelievable to me. The thought fluttered into my mind and realization hit.

  Why would she ever want with someone like me?

  I stopped stroking her back and stared down at my hands. Hands that were rough and overworked, hands that had already taken the lives of others. I wasn’t worthy of her and I knew it.

  “Ryan?” She looked at me then, those pretty blues shining in the failing sunlight. I couldn’t do this to her. Not me.

  “Let’s go,” I grabbed her hand and started walking towards the bike.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking you home.”

  “You brought me here for that?” She jerked her hand away and stopped.

  I slowly turned to her. “What are you talking about? What else did you want to happen here? Let’s go.”

  “Ryan,” she whispered my name and I clenched my fists tightly. I knew what she wanted. My name falling from her lips said it all.

  “I can’t touch you, Firefly. If I do there’s no turning back.”

  I felt her hand on my shoulder just before she stepped up to me, searching my face while I avoided her eyes. Cupping my cheeks, she forced me to look at her. “I want this with you. Now, give me what I want,” she pouted, and I nearly laughed.

  “You’re a brat,” I growled and dragged her up against the nearest tree.

  “I want to be yours, Ryan.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do here, baby.”

  She smiled up at me then, those big innocent eyes held their secrets, and the next words that slipped off her tongue made my cock pulse. “I want to feel your hands on me, Ryan. Touch me. Please,” she whimpered that last word and by God I couldn’t help myself. That was it for me. Her admission was what brought me to my knees.

  The kiss roused every inch of my body, a breath of lust travelled through us as I tasted her sweet vanilla scent on my tongue. Her moans were laced with sweet little exhales of more. I whirled us around, my mouth on her neck as I practically carried her towards the tree line. Taking my leather off I lay her down on the sandy ground.

  I hovered over her, her golden hair spread out around her, her lips swollen and pink from my kisses. She squirmed slightly under my scrutiny and I liked that I did that to her, that I made her slightly uncomfortable. When she bit her lip, I imagined her mouth wrapped around my cock and I felt it leak in my jeans. Her tits shook gently as she moved around beneath me, and I groped one, slowly fondling the nipple, fascinated at how hard it got just from my touch. At the sight of the slight hardened peak, I leaned in and flicked it with my tongue, teasing her over her shirt.

  “I love watching you move for me. You feel so fucking good in my hands.”

  She moaned and swiveled her hips for me while I nipped her lip.

  “I’ll tell you a secret,” I murmured.

  “Tell me,” she sighed as my hands cupped and massaged her breasts.

  Leaning forward I traced the rim of her ear with my tongue. “I’m going to taste every single inch of you, Firefly.”

  Her gasp was audible as I lifted her shirt off and growled at the sight of her delicate breasts. Wrapping my hands along her soft flesh, her supple tits spilled out right into my mouth. Two perfect dew drops made to be sucked and licked. While I was tasting those delicious buds, I reached between us, undoing the button on her shorts. I couldn’t wait any longer, and in this crazy haste, I bit down hard on her tight little nipple. She moaned out loud and lifted her hips enough for my fingers to slip through the opening and down to her silky panty covered core.

  I groaned against her. “You like it rough, baby?”

  She shook her head, her lips parted in ecstasy. “I don’t know how to like it, Ryan. I’ve never done it before. I just know I like how you’re doing it.”

  I paused for a moment. I didn’t even think about the repercussions of this. She was a virgin. Of course, she was. Just knowing that I’d be the first man inside of her had me thrumming in excitement. I’d lost almost everything in my life, and never had I wanted anything more than Cecilia Cepeda. For the first time in my life I was scared of this strong, beautiful woman. If she only knew-I’d never needed anyone as much as I needed her.

  I felt her fingers run through my hair, her soft touch melting my heart. “It’s okay, baby. I want you to.”

  “So easy for you isn’t it?”

  “It’s not easy at all,” her husky whisper turned into a moan as she moved beneath me, my hard cock pressing into the juncture between her thighs. “Take it out. Please.”

  “Fuck,” I reach down and in seconds I had my pants and briefs down at my knees. Sliding her shorts down her well-toned legs, I groaned at the sight of her. The feel of her pussy on the head of my dick made me shudder. I looked down and my cock jumped at the sight of my precum coating her lips, leaving traces along the golden curls.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  She clung to me, her hands running up my shoulders while her legs spread wide for me. “Do it, Ryan. I’m ready.”

  My eyes met hers and gently I inserted myself inside of her. I bit my lip as my overexcited cock slid into the tightest, wettest slit it’s ever had.

  Don’t cum, asshole.

  I clenched my eyes shut, enjoying how her pussy opened for me, allowing me to penetrate her. I felt the barrier and her whimper made me hold her tight. Her breath caught as I pushed myself inside of her, breaking her walls. She flinched, her breath hitched, and her head jerked to the side. Biting her lip she clenched her eyes shut and I knew it had stung. Her pussy throbbed around me, and I remained still, careful not to hurt her.

  I kissed her cheek and she looked up at me. “You alright?”

  She nodded and slowly I began to slide out of her, then slide back in. Gently at first, then faster as she arched her back and cried out for me. She clenched onto my dick so hard it stole my breath. Having her wrapped around me, our hips rocking against each other in a slow erotic dance, it was fucking heaven.

  I looked down between us and I could make out the sight of blood tainting my cock, it was a feral instinct to thrust into her harder, rougher. Her nails dug into my biceps and the pain felt good. Her legs spread for me, and as she relaxed, the sound of her wet juices made me respond to her.

  I reached between us and she stifled a scream while I took my time rubbing her tight little clit. Her thighs shook, telling me how good I made her feel, while I focused on her. It was better than focusing on my dick which wanted to explode. I watched as her breaths became ragged whispers of pleas I didn’t quite make out. Her fingers dug into the dirt at her sides as she arched back, those pretty breasts bouncing seductively as I fucked her. I bent my head down and gave one a little lick. Her moan was pure sin as she dragged me back down and ran her tongue along my own. Her kiss was innocently sexy, her breaths getting lost in mine. She cried out as I slammed my cock deep inside of her and the cry turned into a moan as I cradled her ass and grinded my groin against her clit. Our sex was hot and needy.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, her head flung back as I grabbed her hips and gave her what she asked for. Her pleas now loud enough for me to hear.

  “Fuck me! Please, Ryan! Shit, that feels so fucking good. Yes!”

  I smirked as my cock pulsed inside of her, I liked giving her this. Turning her into my own personal slut. “Such a dirty little mouth. I’ll put it to good use one of these days. Make it lick my cock.”

  She moaned and gasped as I dragged my cock out of her, teasing her with the tip before ramming back into her. “What? You like to think of sucking my dick.” I leaned over her, my lips on hers. “You want to taste my cream, Angel.”

  She pressed her forehead to mine and the pretty little girl bit her lip and purred. I leaked into her as she placed her feet down on the grass and lifted up to meet my thrusts. It was a frenzy I’d never forget. All I could do was stop and watch as she fucked my cock with her tight virgin pussy. So damn inexperienced in her urgency.

  I gave her a smile as I took over, my thumb circling her clit as our bodies grinded and fucked each other. I could feel her cunny wrap around my cock, the sweetest pussy I’d ever felt was about to cum all over me. With a shout, she lifted, her legs shaking while she held her breath. The flush of her cheeks matched that of her breasts, and she came hard on me. Digging at the dirt as her body lifted into mine. I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her up to her knees as my cock exploded inside of her. That aching pulse and relief of my balls emptying out into the prettiest pussy.

  “You’re fucking perfect
ion, my sweet Firefly.”

  She cried out as she felt my release, moaning in my ear while she held me tight. I stroked her back as we rocked on our knees, our hearts beating in rhythm. She turned her head and lay it on my shoulder, her warm breath on my cheek.

  “I love you, Ryan.”

  That soft whisper did shit to me. She’d just fucking claimed me, and I didn’t give a fuck because I loved her too. I’d never loved anyone so entirely. She was my person and I intended to keep her. Kissing her softly, I just held her, buried deep inside of her as I whispered sweet promises into her ear. Promises I would later realize, I wouldn’t be able to keep.

  4

  Ryan

  Six Years Ago…

  Carlos La Plaga Trejo sat to the right-hand side of La Muerte at a table in the middle of the clubhouse. Death and the Plague had found each other, and they were a murderous duo. Carlos was a childhood friend of Mario’s from Ecuador. He had been recently released from San Quentin and surprise, surprise, he landed on our doorstep. Rumor was he’d murdered his own father because he dumped his cocaine stash down the toilet. Put a bullet in his head and then waited for the cops to come get him while sitting on the couch watching TV, all while his father lay a few feet away from him. The loss had cost him millions, and when it went to trial he pleaded self-defense. He was let out for good behavior. Then again, who hasn’t committed murder or some degree of felony in the Death Row Shooters. We had every kind of malignant disease roaming the club.

  The Death Row Shooters now had a new identity, that of murderers and thieves. If you owed them money, you better pay back quick or they’d have your head, and these fuckers were brutal. The were the type to leave you to bleed, guts out, on your mother’s doorstep, so she’d find you the next morning. At times they’d even send you in parts, promising the family would be next if they didn’t pay up. As soon as they had the money, they’d bury you out back along with all the other dumb fucks that thought they could get away with it. A debt owed to the Death Row Shooters, was like owing the devil your soul, and they’d take their payment one way or another. They were a bunch of hot heads who didn’t respect life, not even their own.

  I was behind the bar tonight keeping watch. There was one rat I had in my sights. One who had his eyes set on what was mine. Everyone was aware that my Firefly had grown up to be a beautiful woman. Eighteen years old and she had filled out in all the right places. I couldn’t help but gawk at her, and glare at any fucker who even thought about her in the wrong way. Unfortunately for this one, he didn’t seem to understand she was taken. And she was, even if I hadn’t been vocal about it. Didn’t really see the need to since she was with me constantly. And just a few days ago she’d become a part of me. When she wasn’t around, I missed the fuck out of her. I promised her that night that I would always be here for her, that I’d never leave her side, and I meant every goddamn word.

  I slammed down the glass on the bar top and startled, Poe looked up at me. “What the hell are you doin’ man?”

  “What the fuck are we doing?”

  Poe raised a brow, knowing what was coming. It was the same tirade over and over again, but no one seemed to listen to me. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”

  “You know we don’t go anywhere without Simon. Unless he moves, we move, and he ain’t leavin’ this place. He built this bar up with Nate, made it his home.” Poe leaned in and slammed his finger on the bar top for emphasis as he spoke. “And no fucking delinquents are gonna take it from him.”

  “Then we need to do something. We’re living on edge here. They might hurt her,” my eyes flew to Cecilia who looked agitated as her father called her over.

  “I can’t see her like this, Brother. She should be in college, far away and out of this fucking hell hole.”

  “She’s not leavin’ without you. And you ain’t leavin’ without Simon. It’s a fucking vicious circle that keeps sucking you in.”

  He was right. I was twenty-one and old enough to take Cecilia and leave, but I couldn’t turn my back on Simon. And I had a debt that I needed to claim from La Muerte. I wouldn’t stop until I saw him six feet under, or well behind bars. I preferred to watch the maggots seep from his eyes. He would pay for the light he took that day, the innocence that he kept darkening day after day with his ugliness and vile shit. I was angry, and my fury only simmered until eventually it would explode.

  “You see the two new members these fucktards brought in?”

  Poe nodded while taking a long pull of his beer. “I saw them.”

  “One’s a fucking rapist, the other is a cold-blooded killer. What the fuck do you think they’re gonna do to that pretty girl?”

  “What I think you need to do is calm the fuck down before you get a bullet put through that thick skull of yours.”

  “Cecilia! Ven aca!” Mario called her over and she glanced at me, that pleading look in her eye again.

  I’m right here baby girl.

  I clutched the rag in my hand and kept my eyes on her as she made her way around the tables towards her father. La Plaga’s leery eyes never left her body and I had a strong urge settle in me to rip them out of his skull. He called himself her Uncle, but I was fully aware of the disgusting perversions he wanted to do to her. He wasn’t quiet about it either. Always venting that he’d take her for a ride when she least expected it. I’d clench my jaw and keep walking, but he had no clue I had a bullet engraved with his initials on it. I kept it in my pocket as a reminder that I wasn’t a good man. That I was a Death Row Shooter. That I feared nothing, especially when it came to the safety of my girl.

  As Cecilia approached their table, I was on alert. I watched as her father clutched at her apron bringing her forward while he played with the hem of her skirt. The motherfucker to his right chuckled and tugged her onto his lap, dirty hands coming around her waist. She squirmed, and I could see the panic in her eyes, but the fucker didn’t let her go. I snapped in that moment, and if it wasn’t for Ash who placed his hand on my shoulder and held me back, there was going to be a full out shootout in the Death Row Shooters clubhouse. I had a hand on my gun which I kept beneath the bar top in case of moments like these.

  “Keep it cool and steady, Turner. You don’t want to start shit you can’t finish.”

  “Oh, I’m planning to finish it.” I ground my teeth while I watched Cecilia squirm on La Plaga’s lap. The more she struggled, the more he seemed to enjoy himself. Meanwhile her father had placed his hand on her knee and was rubbing her thigh trying to soothe her.

  “So, you like big bad bikers, huh?” La Plaga licked her cheek while his hand roamed to her breast.

  “Let her go!” I yelled out grabbing my gun and pointing it right at his head.

  “Come on Turner, I just want to have a little taste of her. A good Club Officer shares with his brothers?”

  “She’s not to be shared with anyone! And you are far from being my brother.”

  “Fuck my life,” Ash exhale behind me and then I felt him at my side, gun drawn and pointed at La Muerte.

  “Let her go, Carlos. This kid ain’t playing around. Rules are rules and they’re to be followed. You got his woman in your hands there.”

  Carlos smirked. “Cecilia is mine, by blood. I can do whatever the fuck I want to her.” With that said he stuffed his hand between her legs and my finger twitched on the trigger while she gasped and struggled to get out of his grasp.

  “And I don’t follow rules,” La Plaga’s thick accent made my blood run cold. “I break every fucking rule, and when I’m done, I’ll break every single bone in your brother’s body. But right before, I’ll let him watch as I take her pretty little pussy.”

  His raised the hem of her skirt, his hand replacing La Muerte’s hand and sliding it along her white silk panties. Tears came down her cheeks as she kicked at them, but Carlos held her down.

  I placed my hand on the trigger, ready to blow his fucking head off if I had to. He wrapped himself tighter around Cecilia and my blood blazed. “I said let her go.”

  “After I give her a nice little ride on my cock.” He lifted a strand of her hair off her shoulder, running his hand down her arm. She flinched, tearing her eyes away.