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Reaper

“Remi!” I shouted, walking into the house, only to find her in the kitchen. Smiling at her, I walked over and kissed her sweet lips, before saying, “Hate to do this to ya, but I’m gonna need you to hold down the fort a bit and keep an eye on Sunny.”

“Why?”

“Because shit is kicking off in Destiny and Solomon took off.”

“Crap,” my woman moaned. “I was going to tell you before you came clean with the club. I got a call. Montana’s in town.”

“Yeah. Saint told me when I called.”

“Ivy?”

I nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking. Solomon doesn’t really give a shit about the others. She is another story.”

“If she’s in trouble, he will protect her, Max. You know that.”

“And that’s why we’re heading down to help. Whatever is going on, I’ll know soon enough. Do me a favor and keep an eye on Sunny. Can’t have her lose that baby.”

My wife nodded as I kissed her forehead and headed for the door, only to hear her yell after me, “Don’t kill Montana!”

Smirking, I turned and said, “No promises, babe.”

Running from the house back to the clubhouse, I found all the brothers geared up and ready to ride as Bullseye walked over.

“Sandman is in the warehouse district of Destiny. It’s on the north side of town, right before the city limits. Hangman knows exactly where it’s at.”

“Then we follow him.”

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I sent a quick text to Luc.

Me: On our way.

Smiling, I walked out of the clubhouse, ready for some fun.

The ride from Purgatory to Destiny took a little over twenty minutes, and by the time we neared the location, we could all hear gunshots, and from the sound of it, there was still plenty of fighting going on.

Revving my bike, I took the lead, heading toward the fight. The second I got close enough, I saw that Disturbed and the Soulless Sinners were trapped. I would have expected more from Disturbed, considering they were all prior military. As for the Soulless Sinners, I expected nothing less. Only a moron would lead his men into a trap.

Balancing my bike between my legs, I reached for my guns.

I was going to fucking show Montana what a real president was supposed to be. Thesounds of thundering pipes roared toward the fight at high-speed, then, I fired wildly before jumping from my bike, rolling on the ground, only to come up crouching. Dropping my guns, I reached for my blades, slashing and cutting my way through the souls that dared come near me. My brothers all walked around the area at a leisurely pace, firing at anything that moved, not caring about the war zone we’d just ridden into.

“Ravage!” I shouted, aiming at another dead fucker, quickly putting a bullet in his forehead. “Go find Sandman!”

“On it!”

Looking around the destruction, I shook my head as Massacre happily laughed while he plugged several men with metal. His brother, Player, at his back, always. Ink took off with Jason hot on his heels, both men were walking arsenals as they made a path of blood and death along the way. Hangman sat on his bike looking bored, popping off shots at whoever came his way. I spotted Bullseye walking over to Vicious, shaking his head. He easily killed the men keeping Vicious in place when we all heard Luc shout, “Everyone, get the fuck down!”

The second the words left his mouth, green laser lights lit up the area while men fell to the ground like dominos. The second the last shot was fired, I stood and watched six men walk leisurely forward through the smoke and debris like they were out for a Sunday stroll. The man in the middle stopped before Luc, extending his hand.

“That’s two you owe me, Lucifer.”

The man happily taking his hand, as he helped him to his feet.

“It’s still one, and this shit doesn’t count. What the fuck are you doing here, Law?”

“Seems we both are looking for the same fucknut,” the man said when Ace walked over to me.

“Fancy seeing you hear, Max.”

“Go away Ace,” I groaned, and the man laughed as men in tactical gear breached the warehouse. “We need to talk.”

Looking at the man who I once considered my brother, I frowned. “About what?”

“Jackson.”

Nodding, I looked around as Bullseye walked over, giving Ace a brotherly hug and hearty slap on the back.

“Where is he?” Ace asked, looking around the area.

“Looking for Sandman.”

“Good,” Ace muttered. “Because what I’m about to say, he doesn’t need to hear. I’m gonna make this brief ‘cause information is still fluid. I need both of you to keep Jackson contained. I don’t care how you do it, but I have reason to believe that his past is about to make an appearance.”

Taking a deep breath, I glared at Ace while Dylan spoke, “What past?”

Shit.

“He doesn’t know yet?” Ace sneered, thumbing a finger at Dylan.

“It’s not my story to tell, Ace.”

“Jesus fuck, Max,” Ace seethed. “He’s here. If Jackson sees him, he will figure out the truth. This shit is all connected. Everything, and it’s all coming out faster than Danny and I can contain it. You find Jackson, sit his ass down and make him speak his truth. The faster all of you are on the same page, the easier it will be to contain him when shit goes sideways. I can only do so much.”

“What the fuck are you two talking about?”

“Ask your fucking President,” Ace clipped. “I’ve got to find Law. I will do what I can, but once the truth is out there, my hands are tied. Just protect Jackson. It’s what Dad and Pops would have wanted. Get me, Max?”

“Yeah, I get you, Ace.”

The second Ace took off toward the warehouse, Dylan rounded on me. “What the fuck is going on with Ravage?”

Looking at my brother, I admitted, “His past is about to come to light. I need you to find Jackson and get him the fuck out of here.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!” I shouted.

Dylan glared at me before walking off, pissed.

Fucking great. That’s all I needed.

Feeling pissed myself, I walked into the warehouse to find Massacre and Player talking with Vicious, who just nodded when he saw me. Not acknowledging him, my eyes locked on the fucker who was leaning against some crates talking on his phone. While I approached, two of his brothers stepped in my path.

“Reaper,” Mercy said, standing his ground, arms crossed over his chest.

“Move.”

“Can’t do that.”

Looking at the soon-to-be-dead man, I grinned. “Move, or I will move you myself.”

“Let him through, Mercy, before he kills you. You too, Payne.”

Both men stepped aside as I walked over to the bane of all my problems.

“We need to talk, fucknuts.”

Montana narrowed his eyes and smirked. “I got nothing to say to you, unless you’ve come to apologize?”

“You first.”

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Keep thinking that and it will make it easier for me to kill you.”

“Don’t threaten me, Reaper. It won’t end well for you.”

“That’s what you fucking think,” I snarked. “Tell me, douchebag, does your club know the truth?”

The fucker glared at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Like father like son.”

“I’m nothing like my father,” the man seethed, spittle spewing from his lying lips.

“Gonna give you one chance, Montana. Did you know?”

“Know what?”

Shaking my head, I growled, “Don’t play fucking dumb with me.”

“Then make fucking sense!”

Taking a really good look at the man, it didn’t take me long to realize he had absolutely no fucking idea what I was talking about. In fact, I would even bet the motherfucker was oblivious to the entire truth. Maybe that was a blessing or his fucking curse, but I refused to condemn a man if he was innocent.

Stupidity wasn’t a reason for murder in my book.

Shaking my head, I sighed. “How can you sit at the table and be so fucking blind?”

“I don’t know what fucking bug crawled up your ass, but I don’t owe you anything. I fulfilled my marker. We’re done.”

“Think that if you like, shithead, but I’m just getting started.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“For starters.” I grinned, bored with this conversation, I palmed my gun. “I still owe you for what you put my wife through.”

“I saved your wife!”

Not thinking, I aimed my gun and shot the motherfucker in the leg. The little bitch dropped to the fucking ground, grabbed his leg and whined like the cunt he was.

“KILL HIM!”

However, before any of his men could get off a shot, they all found themselves with guns pointed at their heads.

Smiling, I kneeled down and whispered, “That was for causing my wife a fucking year of pain and grief, asshole. As for what happens next, it is up to you. Think before you act, Montana, because the truth is mightier than the sword.”

“You fucking shot me!”

“It’s a little scratch.”

“I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Sure you will.” I chuckled, standing back up and walking out of the warehouse. His shouts and threats were music to my ears. Fucker may run the biggest motorcycle club in the world, but he was about to learn the truth regarding how his father amassed his legacy. I just prayed that when Montana learned the truth, he did the right thing, because if not, I would make damn sure he paid for his father’s sins.

My blood was humming.

Blood, death, and retribution always made me feel giddy. Even better when it was a fucker who got what he deserved. Not that I was done with Montana, not by a long shot. Oh, I still had plenty of plans for that asshat. I was going to make his life a living fucking hell if it was the last thing I did on this earth, but right now, all I wanted was to sink my dick into my wife.

Cutting the engine of my bike, I hopped off while Specs and Jason rushed over.

“Prospect, get my bike over to the garage.”

“Jesus, Prez,” the kid gasped. “What happened to your bike?”

“Story time later,” I said, looking at Jason. “Where is my wife?”

“Inside. The ol’ ladies heard you all pull in.”

Smiling, I nodded as Ink and Player both ran inside.

Getting ready to follow them, Bullseye stepped in front of me.

“We need to talk.”

“No,” I growled. “You need to get the fuck out of my way. We can talk later in church.”

“Max,” the man sneered.

Sighing, I looked at the man and groaned. “Not saying shit until Ravage does. Got a problem, then take it up with him. For the last motherfucking time, it’s not my story to tell.”

“And that’s the fucking problem, ‘cause he won’t say shit and you know it.”

“Once again,” I snarked, walking around the volatile assassin. “Then go pester him.”

Stepping inside the clubhouse, I spotted my woman standing next to Sunny, who was currently in the arms of Sandman. Yeah, a small part of me still had a fucking problem with those two being together if I was being honest. I wasn’t sure I would ever understand that relationship. But as long as Sandman took care of Sunny, it was golden in my book.

Looking at my wife, her face beamed with sheer happiness and radiated the most captivating smile the second she laid eyes on me.

Disregarding the need for an invitation, I took matters into my own hands. I confidently walked over to her and pulled her toward me with a sense of urgency. Without hesitation, I held her face firmly and kissed her deeply, savoring the moment like nothing else mattered in this world, because at that moment, nothing did. I didn’t give a fuck if World War III started. I would worry about that shit later, after I was done kissing my woman.

The moment my tongue slipped between her lips, her soft moan revealed everything I needed to know. With my arm securely wrapped around her, I forcefully pulled her closer, intensifying the passionate kiss.

This wasn’t just any fucking kiss.

This was me taking ownership of what belonged to me. And make no mistake, Remi was my fucking woman.

No one would ever fucking touch her and live.

Without hesitation, I swiftly seized her behind and effortlessly lifted her up, compelling her legs to coil around me. With each step I took, my brothers couldn’t contain their excitement. They hooted, whistled, and barked while I carried her upstairs and down the long hall to the president’s bedroom, where I planned to make use of that brand-new fucking bed she bought.

All motherfucking night long.

With a forceful kick, the door swung open as I confidently walked inside, then firmly kicked the door closed using the heel of my boot. With her back pressed against the wall, I began placing a series of kisses along her jawline, gradually making my way down her neck, occasionally nipping and sucking. I felt the intense pain of her nails when she clawed and dug at my back in a relentless effort to rip my shirt from my body.

“I’m not fucking stopping, so hang on tight, baby. Tonight’s gonna be fun.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she growled as she slammed her mouth back against mine, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.

Fuck me, she was going to make me cum before I could get inside her.

I swiftly removed my shirt. I couldn’t help but notice the transformation in her eyes—they seemed to melt with desire, mirroring the same intensity that I felt, prompting me to forcefully tear off her tank top, revealing her breasts embraced by a seductive black lace push-up bra. Fuck me, they were more than a mouthful, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them.

I lifted her up, her body arched, and our eyes locked in an intense gaze. Taking advantage of the moment, I dared to sink my teeth into her nipple, while the delicate lace enhanced the thrill, leading to her gasp and grip my hair with intensity. I boldly reached over with one hand, searching between us and quickly realizing that her pussy was completely soaked. When I ripped the offensive material from her body, she let out a gasp, clearly relieved to be free from its grasp.

Sensually sliding a finger between her soaked and swollen lips, I penetrated her velvety and pulsating center with a slow and deliberate motion. She rocked against my hand, her eyes closed tightly, and she let out a scream of pleasure, urging me to go deeper by adding another finger.

God, she was so fucking tight.

I needed her to cum at least once before I sank my cock into her.

“Free your tits, baby. Let me have them.”

In compliance with my request, she proceeded to pull down her bra, revealing a hardened nipple that I eagerly latched onto and sucked deeply. I used just the right amount of pressure to stimulate her clit with my thumb while she rocked her body against my fingers. However, the moment I playfully bit her nipple, my woman couldn’t contain her pleasure as an intense orgasm rocked her core, covering my hand in her juices.

Without wasting any more time, I swiftly unfastened my pants, extracted my painfully hard cock, aligned it precisely, and forcefully penetrated her tight fucking cunt. When she reached the peak of her orgasm, her pussy tightened around my dick and pulled it deeper inside her while she continued to ride the waves of pleasure.

Holy fuck, did she come alive as I took what she willingly gave me.

The sensation of her nails clawing into my back was so intense that I knew the marks she left behind would be visible on my skin for several weeks. In a moment of passionate desperation, she tightly held on to me and her tongue inadvertently slipped back into my mouth, deepening our connection. Consumed by a desperate need, I thrust into her with an intense hunger, driven by the desire to make her mine for eternity and leave my indelible mark on her.

With a single-minded focus, I plunged deep into her, my hands firmly grasping her hips, ensuring our connection as I sensed the intensifying tightness in my balls. It was becoming evident to me that my ability to persist was diminishing and that it wouldn’t be much longer until I reached my breaking point. The sensation of her legs tightening around my waist sent waves of desire through me. I could feel her body respond eagerly, her nipples became erect while the walls of her tight pussy contracted tightly around my cock, pushing us both toward the brink of ecstasy. With a final, forceful thrust, I entered her and unleashed a powerful roar, ejaculating and filling her with my seed.

In my own state of ecstasy, I leaned my head forward on her shoulder. I struggled to catch my breath, while my dick spasmed and released stream after stream into her. With each quiver and tightening of her pussy around my dick, she skillfully extracted the very last drop of cum from me.

“Holy shit, woman,” I gasped, my eyes closed while I stood there with her legs still wrapped around me, my own legs shaking from exertion. With meticulous precision, I slowly extracted myself from her, carefully stepping away as her legs gently descended to the floor and observed the sight of my ejaculate trickling down her thighs.

“Now, that’s a fucking beautiful sight.”

“You better not have gotten me pregnant.”

I growled, picking her up and placing her on my bed, then grinned. “But that’s the fucking plan, baby.”

Because it was. There was no fucking way I was ever going to let her go again, and if I had to keep her knocked up, then that’s what I was going to fucking do.

I was nowhere near done with her, and I planned to take advantage of this brand-new fucking bed all night long.

“Get naked, woman. Time to test out this bed.”

Remi giggled, causing my cock to take notice.

The sound of my woman’s laughter had a captivating and arousing effect on me.

Every time she laughed, I swear I could bend steel with my dick.

While I kicked off my boots and slid out of my jeans, my eyes were fixed on my woman, who slowly shed the last of her garments, revealing her naked form that resembled a captivating siren lying on the bed.

Stroking my hardened cock, I ordered, “On your knees, baby. Grab the headboard and arch that ass up toward me.”

Climbing on the bed behind her, I leaned over her and whispered in her ear as I kneaded her beautiful ass, “Don’t let go.”

I nipped the upper shell of her ear and ran my tongue briefly along it, causing her to whimper a little as I ran my hands softly over her front. I pressed myself against her back, savoring the sensuality of the moment. Commencing with a tender kiss on the nape of her neck, I gradually moved to her lips, gently caressing them before I trailed my hands down the elegant slope of her neck, tracing a path that ultimately led me to the enticing space between her breasts. Using both hands, I gently grazed over them multiple times, playfully teasing and pinching her sensitive nipples. With a smile on my face, I gently sucked on her neck at her hairline, causing her to squirm and mewl.

“Max,” she implored, her speech slurred as she stuttered and bucked her hips against me.

I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that her sensitive neck and ears were just begging to be marked. Without delay, I ran my tongue along the smooth surface of her ear and swiftly sealed my lips over it. As she squirmed in my arms, she whimpered and pressed her hips back against mine, intensifying the connection. With a mischievous grin, I used my teeth to give her ear a playful nibble, all while enjoying the sensation of squeezing her full breasts in my hands. Not only did they fit perfectly in my grip, but I also couldn’t help but admire her perky nipples that proudly protruded from her soft flesh.

The moment I pinched her nipples, Remi let out a moan and gasped loudly, her body reacting strongly to my ministrations.

After relinquishing my hold on her ear, I proceeded to caress her body with my hands while she relaxed into my embrace, her head falling back onto my shoulder and her breathing becoming deep and labored.

I longed to engrave every single aspect of her in my mind forever. My eyes feasted upon the captivating sight of her body while I looked down from above, and a soft growl escaped my lips in response to her enticing movements against my hardened cock.

Now it was my turn to buck my hips.

My cock rested against her hot, soft skin. When she moved, my cock jumped, and I growled before giving my woman’s ass a firm spank.

“You little cock tease,” I muttered as she purred in response.

With a gentle bite on her shoulder, I simultaneously pinched and flicked her nipples, eliciting another moan from her. In an intimate gesture, I firmly squeezed her breasts and leaned in to speak softly in her ear, asserting my ownership by declaring, “Remi Doherty, you are mine.”

“Yours. Forever.”

“Damn right you are,” I growled as I lined up my cock and slammed home.

Despite any urge to move, I found solace in resting my head against her shoulders and allowing her comforting presence to wrap around me like a luxurious silk garment. I smoothly ran my hands down her waist, securing a firm grip on her hips and proceeded to move with a steady rhythm inside her.

While I took my time savoring every inch of her body, her head gracefully fell back in pleasure. Mesmerized by the hypnotic sight of her curvaceous derriere, I proceeded to penetrate her vigorously, relishing the escalating volume of her pleasurable moans.

“Fuck me, harder!” she cried.

In a moment of intense pleasure, I shifted my weight to rest on my heels, inviting Remi to join me. With delicate precision, I guided her movements on top of me, savoring the erotic spectacle of her pink pussy gliding effortlessly along my hardened shaft. My thighs were covered in a smooth layer of her cream, and the sound of our fluids mixing together created such intense arousal that I was on the verge of climaxing right then and there. Sliding my hands up to cup her breasts, my woman took over as she rode me in reverse-cowgirl style. She whimpered loudly at the onslaught of stimulation when another orgasm raced forward.

I could feel her walls clenching me tight.

I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Jesus. Fuck.” I gasped as she screamed out. Her pussy gripped my dick so hard I could barely move. In a display of fervor, I clasped her hips and relentlessly thrust into her while she climaxed. With my teeth gritted, I continued to pump a few more deep thrusts until I reached my own climax, releasing my load deep inside her.

Bucking my hips into her slower and slower, I eventually came to rest, buried inside her. With a contented sigh, Remi breathed heavily and held onto the headboard with a firm grip. Slowly and cautiously, I moved my hands over hers, gently prying her fingers apart before gently easing us down onto the welcoming surface of the bed. I held her close, wrapping my arms tightly around her as we both lay on our sides, my cock still buried deep.

I kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “I love the new bed, baby.”