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Reaper

I stared in awe at her breasts, marveling at their softness, roundness, and flawless perfection. Swollen and dusky pink, her nipples reacted to my touch, bouncing with each excited breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.

“Prove it.” She smirked as she arched her back, offering herself to me, and my stillness broke. I lunged towards her, wrapping her in my embrace and relishing in the acts of nuzzling, licking, and gently biting, then nursing firmly and intensely, as if to engulf the entire breast. I alternated between strokes, cups, and tickles, making sure to give attention to each delectable peak when my mouth wasn’t on it. With each passing second, her groans became more pronounced, and she writhed incessantly beneath me.

With one last strong pull on her right nipple, I started kissing and licking my way down from the center of her chest to her firm belly. Swirling my tongue in her navel, I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her joyful giggle.

God, I loved hearing her laugh.

It was like a balm to my soul.

I only paused for a second before resuming my determined progress southward. I savored the taste while I traced a path down her shaved mound. Without averting my gaze, I carefully lifted her left leg, bending her knee and guiding her leg out and down, exposing her bare pussy. Trailing my fingertips along her leg, I felt a shiver run through her when my hand reached her mound with a barely there touch. She shivered and instinctively arched her back, pressing against me.

Pausing briefly, I kept my hand still while I planted kisses and licks along her right leg, evoking moans and a tight grip on the blankets as I made my way to the heart of her body. My fingers slowly parted her outer folds, and I could feel the wetness of her arousal as my touch became more intimate.

She was dripping wet, gasping, and writhing in reaction to my caresses.

She was mine.

I paused for a moment at the delicate spot behind her knee, tasting her smooth skin and then exhaling gently on it, observing goose bumps appear when my fingers delved more forcefully, deeper into her intimate area. I tenderly nibbled on her thigh while slowly inserting my finger inside her.

Her back arched again, and a quiet, throaty moan escaped her lips.

Her hips unconsciously moved against me in rhythm with my strokes.

My tongue trailed downward, inching closer until I could feel the delicate texture of her exposed pink clit as I enveloped it with my mouth. Savoring the moment, I drank deeply, enjoying the feel of it against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my fingers, adding a second one, venturing into her scorching, slick passage.

Despite her initial shock, I persisted, teasing her clit with my tongue while maintaining a rhythmic motion with my fingers. Gradually, she started to respond by moving her hips in sync with my touch. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, sucking, licking, and stroking.

I held her leg over my shoulder with my left hand, but soon moved it to caress my way up her side to her breast. She was lost entirely to sensation now, her breaths coming in sexy little gasps, her head tossing back so her hair spread across her face and onto the makeshift pillow.

God, I could watch her like this forever.

She was so, so close to her release. I could see the tension in her belly was almost unbearable, thrumming in time with my strokes while my other hand firmly pinched her nipple and my mouth pulled strongly on her clit. And that was all it took as I listened to her scream out my name while her sweet juices filled my mouth.

Breathing hard myself, I raised up on my knees.

She looked devastatingly euphoric, naked except for the blissful look upon her face. Her bare skin glowed in the moonlight, and she had never looked more desirable, eyes closed, head thrown back, her hair sexily tousled, her limbs sprawled in the aftermath of an orgasm.

I abruptly stood up, unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans. Tossing them aside, I kneeled again between her spread legs and slowly leaned over her until my face was inches from hers, my right hand rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit, lubricating it.

I placed the head at her entrance and then shoved home, roaring out myself.

Holy fuck, I would never tire of slipping into her sweltering heat.

I craved her. She was everything I wasn’t. She was what I needed. What I desired. Her scorching hot core called to me, beckoning me to ravish her.

I could feel the heat of her pussy suck me deeper into her. Letting everything go, I descended and plunged my tongue into her mouth as my control broke and I started to move inside her, each stroke eliciting a wild gasp from her kiss-swollen mouth. Before I knew it, I was plunging my full length into her, rearing back before each stroke. My only thought was to go harder and deeper, to somehow fuse us into one with the fantastic sensations produced by our lovemaking.

I needed more.

Without breaking the rhythm, I gathered up her sprawled legs and wrapped them around my waist. When she realized what I needed, she helped, pressing her heels into my back, spreading herself wider so I could go even deeper.

My mind was a haze of physical pleasure. I did not know that anything could feel so unbelievably good. Every inch of my body tingled, throbbed, cried out for more of her. Even while her body opened for me and welcomed my thrusts, I wanted more. I wanted her holding me, surrounding me, filling my soul.

I was ultimately out of control now, feasting on her breasts, quenching my burning cock in her honeyed warmth. I pounded into her, her hips rising eagerly to grind against mine, her tiny, strangled moans raising the hairs on the back of my neck while hardening my cock even further. I dragged my lips from her taut, flushed nipple and kissed my way up her neck, little bites timed to match my wild thrusts.

She arched her neck and moaned again, tightening her sheath around me, pulling me right to the brink. I finally kissed her again, plunging my tongue into her welcoming warmth just as my cock erupted, filling her clasping passage with my cum. My sudden change in rhythm pulled her over the edge as well and into another orgasm, this one so strong it made the other ones seem insignificant.

I collapsed, shaking and weak, in her arms.

She lay sprawled and stunned under my weight, still impaled on my hard, pulsing cock. She had turned my world upside down.

I could barely form a coherent thought as desire still raced through me, wanting her again and again.

I would never get my fill of her.

Gasping, she nuzzled my ear. “Max?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Get off me. You’re heavy.”

Breathless laughter erupted from me when I kissed her swollen lips, then rolled next to her, pulling her close to me.

Grabbing the bed sheets, I covered us up and lay there.

With her head on my chest, I had just turned off the light, when a buzzing sound made me groan.

“Whoever it is, tell them to call back later,” she mumbled as I reached over and grabbed my phone.

Tapping the screen, I saw a familiar number.

Connecting the call, I said, “Make it quick, Bayou. I’m kind of busy here.”

“Got a problem, boss.”

“You and Viper don’t get your ass back here fast, you’re gonna have a bigger problem. What the fuck are you two doing anyway. Taking the scenic route?”

“Visiting Shadow, but that’s not the problem. Boss, Viper and I picked up a woman on the side of the road. She knows about Remi. Fuck, man, she’s asking for Vladmir.”

Sitting up, I looked at my woman while she glared at me.

“What do you mean, she knows about Remi?”

“Her name is Anne, and she’s asking for sanctuary.”

“What is it?” Remi whispered.

Covering the phone, I told her what Bayou had told me, then said, “Baby, call Vladmir. See what he knows.”

Returning to my phone, I asked, “Who the fuck is she?”

“I don’t know, boss, but the woman is scared shitless. The second she found out that Kansas and Montana were related, the woman lost it. Demanded that the Golden Skulls protect her.”

“Max, give her what she wants.” My woman’s voice permeated the room. Looking over at her as she talked into her phone.

Shit.

“Fine. Sanctuary granted. Cuts on, brother.”

“Prez, you better get here fast. I think Kansas is granting her sanctuary, too.”

“Who the fuck is this woman?” I muttered, mainly to myself, then groaned, flipping back the sheets. “She doesn’t leave your sight. I mean it, Bayou. I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, I looked over at Remi, who sat staring at her phone.

“Vladmir said he was rushing to her now.”

“Great. Another fucking family reunion.”

The plane landed in Lawton, Oklahoma, right after nine in the morning. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made my way through the small airport to find Ghost waiting for me.

Not bothering with small talk, I asked, “What do you know?”

“Diamondbacks and the Soulless Sinners both granted the woman sanctuary.”

“How the fuck did Montana find out about her?”

Ghost chuckled. “Kansas called and ripped his big brother a new asshole. According to Shadow, Kansas isn’t happy. Also, you should know that Vladmir isn’t the only one who showed up here. Apparently, he brought Maxim and the others. I saw them getting into cars before your plane landed. We need to hurry. I’ve got bikes waiting out front.”

Not waiting, I headed for the exit.

Seeing the bikes, I reached into my bag before securing it. Throwing an item at Ghost, I ordered, “Put it on and don’t ever fucking take it off again or I will kill you myself.”

Holding the cut in his hands, Ghost growled, “Max.”

“It’s Prez,” I snarled, refusing anything less. Jumping on the bike, I didn’t give Ghost a chance to argue with me as I revved the engine and took off. I knew that fucker would sit there and stare at the damn thing for hours. I didn’t have time for that wishy-washy shit. I needed that fucker at my side again, and fast.

The ride from the airport to the Miller Farm took less than fifteen minutes, and when we pulled in behind the large country home, I cut the engine and looked around.

“I hate this fucking state.”

“Only because the last time you were here, you and Sandman were both on a killing spree. Bad memories.”

“No. It’s because that motherfucker was touching my wife.”

Ghost groaned. “Jesus Christ. Are you still butt hurt about that? The fucker is gone. You got the woman. Move on.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled, heading for the back door. “Let’s get this shit show over with.”

I was just about to open the screen door when I heard Kansas say, “Fuck. If it’s not one thing, it’s another with my family. You know something, Maxim. I left New York City because I believed I couldn’t trust my dad or big brother. This just proves I was right about my dad. It was always something with him. Nothing was ever good enough. I got love for all of you, and I’m really fucking sorry my dick of a father hurt you, ma’am, but I’m drawing the line in the proverbial sand. This shit has nothing to do with the Diamondbacks. We’re out.”

Smart move.

However, seeing as Zeke remained seated, Kansas stopped and glared. “Let’s go, Shadow.”

“Can’t do that, Prez.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because while I agree this isn’t a Diamondback matter, it affects my family.”

“Your family doesn’t have ties to the Golden Skulls anymore.”

“You sure about that?” Ghost said, standing in the doorway while he glared at Kansas.

“Holy fuck, man.” Viper smiled. “I hoped we’d get to see you before we left.”

Bayou slapped our brother on his leather cut and said, “Now that really fucking looks good on you.”

“If you fuckers are done gabbing,” I snarked and made my presence known. I didn’t have time for gossip. I wanted this shit cleared up fast. I needed to get home to my wife.

Everyone stiffened.

Maxim and Vladmir slowly stood. Shadow glanced over at Kansas, who cursed under his breath before walking back over to the table. Stepping to the side, Bayou, Viper, and Ghost all moved when I walked in, looking about the room.

“Reaper,” Maxim greeted, extending his hand.

Taking Maxim’s hand, my eyes landed on Shadow, and I smiled. “You look good, brother.”

“Feel better too.”

“Reaper,” Kansas acknowledged, and I growled.

“That fucking dick here?”

Kansas narrowed his eyes as a sly smile appeared on his face. “No. Dakota is abroad.”

“See that he stays there,” I snarked before grinning mischievously at Vladmir. “Hello, Dad.”

Vladmir growled, reaching inside his suit as two Russian men moved quickly to stop him.

Maxim groaned. “Maxwell, must you aggravate Vladmir every time you see him?”

“Yes.”

Maxim scoffed, taking his seat. “Vladmir, you have my sympathies. You may shoot him anytime you feel like it.”

Vladmir smiled happily.

Pulling a chair out from the table, I flipped it around and sat.

“Yo, dickhead,” I said, looking at Viper, who was standing behind the scared woman. “Call your fucking cousin. He’s worried.”

“Why? He need another snake in his room?” Viper chuckled.

I sneered. “I’m tired of hearing him bitch about you, like some whiney pussy bitch.” Turning to look at the woman, I asked, “So, is this the woman?”

The woman stiffened in her chair.

“Yes,” several men said in unison.

“Well, lady, you’ve got the major heads of several factions scrambling. Want to tell me why my wife all but demanded I grant you sanctuary?”

Looking at me, she simply said, “Because Remi’s mother, Ekaterina Elizabeth Monet, is the daughter of Charles Henry Monet and his mistress, Sophina Olenski.”

Maxim stiffened, right before he slowly stood and growled. “Sophina Olenski?”

“Yes, sir. Your father’s mistress.”

“Everyone out. Now!” Maxim seethed while the Diamondbacks got up and left.

However, I just smiled at him while Maxim sneered. “That meant you too.”

I shrugged, not giving a fuck what he thought or wanted.

“Don’t think so. If it concerns my wife, then I’m staying.”

“Reaper,” Vladmir cautioned, rubbing his forehead. “Now is not a good time to push Maxim.”

“Don’t give a fuck.” I glared, pointing at Maxim. “You think I’m afraid of the Bloodletter? This fucker owes me big time for his major fuck up concerning my wife. Which, by the way, took me fucking weeks to fix. I don’t care whose hole his dad dipped his stick into. All I care about is protecting my wife, your fucking daughter, asshole. I’m staying.”

Sitting there as I listened to the woman tell her story was eventful to say the least. And here I thought the Golden Skulls had a torrid past. Leave it to the fucking Russians to knock it out of the park.

Had to give it to the Russians, though. They were all taking everything with a grain of salt.

Well, all but Maxim.

That motherfucker was about to lose his shit.

“Sophina Olenski.” Maxim growled.

“Your father knew what Konstantin had planned. He warned Sophina and got her and her daughter out of the country and sent them to France. There she was introduced to Charles Henry Monet. A French aristocrat with no children of his own. Your father facilitated their marriage.”

“How old was the daughter when she left Russia?” Maxim asked.

“Thirteen.”

Maxim roared, slamming his hands down on the table, “She was born a year after my sister!”

“Yes.”

I whistled, shaking my head. “So, my wife is one hundred percent Russian. Explains the temper.”

Maxim rounded on me and shouted, “That’s what you took from all that? Remi’s temper! How about the fact that your wife is my fucking niece?”

“Yeah, I was hoping you would overlook that part.” I smirked.

Maxim growled.

“Maxim,” Vladmir said, getting his boss’s attention. “You need to let Aksana finish.”

“There’s more?” Maxim shouted. “What else is there? She said plenty already.”

“I never said Ekaterina was your father’s daughter, Mr. Fedorov. All I said was Sophina had a thirteen-year-old daughter and that your father helped them escape Russia,” Aksana explained calmly. “Like I was saying, after Sophina married Charles Monet, he raised Ekaterina as his own daughter. From my understanding, the man actually loved and doted on her. Ekaterina was fourteen when her mother died in a suspicious car accident. Charles, fearing that the Bratva had found his daughter, moved them to the United States, thinking they would be safer here. Only that wasn’t the case, because it didn’t take long for your brother to find Charles and kill him when Ekaterina was nineteen, but she was already attending school in New York City, and everyone knew Ekaterina as Nina Monet.”

“Yes.”

“And I met Nina a few years later,” Vladmir muttered.

“Yes. And when Petrovitch learned Nina was in the city, he sent Sergio Pavlov to kill her.”

“Do you know anything about who Nina’s father was?” Maxim asked.

“No. I don’t even think Baranov or Petrovitch knew,” Aksana replied. “But I know why they wanted Remi. When Charles died, he left everything to Nina, which she passed down to her unborn child. Remi is worth millions. Baranov and Petrovitch wanted the money Remi was to inherit to fund their war against you, Mr. Fedorov.”

“How do I know what you said is true?” Maxim clipped.

“Because before my father forced me to marry Steele, I took something of immense value to him. This.” Aksana smiled, holding up a thumb drive. “Everything my father had on every Bratva member. Every alliance. Every deal. Every death is all on this. Konstantin Baranov was a sick son of a bitch, but he was also meticulous with his records. He saved everything, and I mean everything.”

“Is it just me or are files dropping out of the sky like rain? First Montana and his ghost file. Ace and the missing files from the Trick Pony, and now you?” I groaned. “I swear, if Sypher comes to me and says he found something too, I’m going to lose my shit.”

“It pains me to say this, boss, but I agree with Reaper.”

“Well, don’t choke on the words.” I chuckled.

Flipping me off, my father-in-law added, “This is too big of a coincidence.”

“If I may,” Aksana interrupted. “You need to look at the broader picture. Three major players recently died: Baranov, Stone, and the latest, Devlin Scott, if my information is correct.”

She was right.

Woman was smart. That was good because she was going to need to be to survive this shit.

“How do you know that Devlin Scott is dead?” Maxim asked.

“Reaper just said files are missing from the Trick Pony. Devlin Scott owns that club.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And how do you know that?”

“Because my father was a member,” she replied confidently. “You all just said information regarding each man’s dealings has come to light. You need to ask yourself, what do all those men have in common? Figure that out and then you will know what you’re facing.”

“My God,” Vladmir groaned, shaking his head. “That’s it. It has to be. Baranov, Petrovitch, Stone, and I’m betting even Steele, were all members of the Trick Pony. What do you want to bet Devlin Scott was blackmailing each one of them?”

“To what end?” Maxim asked.

“Who the fuck cares?” I clipped. “If that motherfucker has information on my club, then I fucking want to know what it is and who he was fucking blackmailing.”

The second the meeting was over, the Russian Bratva didn’t waste time leaving, taking Anne—or Aksana—with them.

As for me, well, I wasn’t leaving until I got what I came for.

Sitting on the front porch, I asked, “How long do you need before you can be back in California?”

“I still haven’t decided, Reaper.”

“The second you put that cut on, you made your decision.”

Ghost groaned and slowly shook his head.

“Won’t go through that shit again, brother. Not even for you.”

“Not asking you to. Besides, I’m reformed.”

Ghost let out a hearty laugh. “That will be the fucking day.”

“I’m serious, Balthazar. I do nothing without Remi’s okay. She knows everything. No more secrets.”

Glaring at me, my best friend sighed. “I want that tattooed on your fucking forehead.”

Grinning, I muttered, “How about my ass? That way, if I ever fuck up again, you have my permission to kick it.”

When he said nothing, I added, “I mean it, Ghost. Remi knows everything. Everyone does. War is coming, and I need you at my side where you belong.”

“What about the files Pops left?”

“Not forgetting about them, but Phantom and Sypher need more time. We have to give them that.”

“And this shit with Montana and his club?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I don’t know. Shit isn’t looking good for him. Remi wants me to challenge him for his seat. She thinks it’s the only way and what Pops wanted.”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m screwed either way. I do nothing and that fucker will continue to dig his hole deeper. I take his seat and that opens a whole slew of other problems.”

“You can’t save him if he doesn’t want to be saved. You are not responsible for what he does, Max.”

“I know that, but I can’t sit by and let what happened to us happen to him. It’s not right and you know it.”

Ghost smirked, shaking his head. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“Damn near losing everything opened my eyes. Which reminds me, I’m calling off the hunt for Thena Hartley. Remi asked me to let her live in peace.”

“She say why?”

“Only that she promised her.”

“You know if you go after the chair, Montana will fight you every step of the way, right?”

I nodded. “Yep. I do know that.”

“How did you come up with that idea?”

Looking at Ghost, I grinned. “I didn’t. Mercy did.”