Havoc- Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

  Camila has a pair of tiny shorts on, ones that barely cover her ass. If she ever thinks she can wear these out of the bedroom, I’ll be making damn sure she knows she can’t. This hot body of hers is only for my eyes to see. I don’t want any other man ogling over her.

  Camila runs the palm of her hand over my cock, teasing me with one swift brush of her hand. I want to shake my head, and tell her I don’t do the teasing bullshit, but with her… I think she’ll get away with anything. I can’t say no to that face. My eyes are trained on her as I feel her go to my boxers, pulling my cock free. I can’t help the way my cock twitches as her fingers run over my head and down my shaft, repeating the process. I’ve imagined this for far too long. She releases my cock and I watch as she tosses those shorts off her body, peeling off her small tank top in the process.

  I move my hand to touch her clit, but she leads me to her breasts, so instead I tweak and tease her nipples. As I do, she slides herself onto me and I swear, she’s the tightest woman I’ve ever been with. She rocks her hips back and forth, bouncing on my cock like she’s listening to the beat of a song. I pull my torso up and slip her nipple into my mouth, gnawing on it between my lips, continuing to twist the other.

  Moans slip past her lips and she grabs onto my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. I shift my hips up, meeting her movements and revel in the pleasure that comes from her mouth. “Dios Mio, I never knew it could feel this good.” I think about the severity of what she’s just said to me, knowing that she must have not had good experiences in the past. But I don’t say a thing. Instead, I choose to stay in this moment.

  I release her nipple from my mouth and grab her by the back of the neck and stare deep into her eyes, making sure I have her attention. “It’ll always be this good with me, Princess. I’ll bring you pleasure you’ve never experienced before, and make you want even more of it.” I vow this to her, only wanting to bring happiness in her life. If good sex is that, then I’ll sure as hell bring it.

  “Oh,” She bites her bottom lip as the moan comes out. I feel her pussy tighten at the same time, telling me she’s fuckin’ close. Quickly, I change our positions, lifting her up and slam her against the window. Her leg is over my hip while her other touches the floor. I pound my cock inside her, feeling her wetness run over me. She tightens up, trying to squeeze the life out of my cock, but I continue on, needing to pump her full of my cum.

  I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, and can’t imagine pulling out now. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t give a fuck. I want her to feel my cum seeping out of her hot pussy all fuckin’ day. “Fuck!” I growl out, slamming my lips against hers as the head of my cock swells. I’m about to burst, feeling the pressure build up inside me.

  “Oh, oh!” She repeats, over and over again. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer against her and I see those dark eyes stare into mine. She doesn’t have to say a word, because I see it all in these eyes of hers and lose all of my control. I burst inside her, rocking my cock back and forth. It’s now that I realize that while I might not know Camila very well, I’m going to know every part of her.

  More importantly, I’m probably going to fall in love with her.

  I don’t know how I fell asleep again, but I managed to with Camila cuddled up close against me. I wake to the sounds of beeping and realize it’s the furniture being delivered. Tossing over on my opposite side, I grab my phone and check the time. It’s just past six in the morning. What the fuck is wrong with these people?! I shoot up, grab my jeans and slide them on quickly, get my boots on and charge out the door.

  Throwing my hands up in the air, just as the driver exits through his door. “What the fuck man! Do you know how early it is?”

  He raises his eyebrows, holding his clipboard and flips through a couple pages of papers. “If you want me to come back, I can, but I won’t be able to get here with this load for another week. Plus, you’ll be charged another two hundred dollars for a delivery fee.” Fuck him and his shitty attitude too. “Want me to come back?”

  I take in a deep breath and roll my eyes, “No. Bring in the living room stuff first. I have to wake my girlfriend up so you can put stuff in the bedroom.” He gives me a curt nod and I walk back in the trailer, head back to my room and see Camila putting on a pair of jean shorts that just barely cover her ass and a deep purple tank. With the way her nipples are greeting me, I know she’s not wearing a bra under there.

  “They came earlier than they said,” She tells me.

  “You think? C’mon, tell the man where you want the shit.” I grumble. I need my coffee before I become a decent person in the morning. Now that I think about it. We don’t have a fuckin’ coffee pot in this joint. Fuck! “Camila,”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can you go out and grab a coffee pot sometime today?” She nods before I finish asking the question.

  “Hello! Please put the carpet down first, and the couch will go…” I tune out of listening to her direct the furniture delivery men. I didn’t see the other guy, but boy did I get relieved when I found out I wouldn’t have to be movin’ any of this shit.

  Cobra comes out from the other end of the trailer just as the movers bring in some god awful colored couch. “What the fuck is that?” I ask out loud, letting my thoughts slip out.

  “Isn’t it perfect?! It’ll brighten the space up.” Camila says, her eyes sparkling as she says it. Jesus. I don’t want to break it to her that I hate the fuckin’ color, but she listened and got me that leather couch I wanted. Dammit.

  Cobra leans against the wall and smiles like a cat who caught the canary. “What’re you smilin’ about?” I ask him.

  “Just thinkin’ how that couch will be really nice to screw a cunt on.”

  “Fuck no. Screw your bitches on the ground where they belong.” Camila snaps at him and I see the mover’s eyes go wide, watching them hold back their laughter. I’m not too far behind them. “You don’t even have a girl here anyway,” She continues barking at him and as she keeps on, his smile grows even bigger.

  “Sweetie. Have you seen me? The bitches come runnin’ to this face.”

  Camila’s jaw drops and I burst out into laughter. Haven’t known Cobra for too long and he may be a dick, but he’s funny as fuck. I think we’ll be gettin’ along just fine.

  Chapter 14

  YOUR HEART AND MY HEART ARE VERY, VERY OLD FRIENDS. -HAFIZ

  Booger

  The couch might have shocked me this morning, but that was the least of my worries after seeing the mountain of shit Camila bought. I’m terrified to look at the balance on my credit card, but then again, I didn’t get any large purchase alerts… so it can’t be that bad.

  Camila and Kat went out with Damon and Cobra to go into town. They wanted to find a Target or something similar to get some household stuff like cutlery, baking and cooking pans, etc. We had all our furniture, but we sure don’t have the things we need to cook, clean and all of that jazz.

  It’s hot as balls out here right now, it being early fall. I can’t imagine how hot it is in the dead of summer here. Thank God we’ve come down here at this time. I sneak into the clubhouse for a little bit of good ol’ air conditioning and see Widow sitting down at one of the couches, scrolling on his phone. He’s a hard guy to get a read on but even so, I can tell he’s a bit somber right now. “You good?”

  He cackles, “I’ll be alright. Nothing’s ever kept me down long before.”

  I furrow my brows, hearing a little bit of shit about Widow and Amara before we left Montana. I don’t know everything, but I heard enough through the gossip chain. “What’s up?”

  Widow puts his phone down and leans back in his seat, “Just that, nothing. Amara and I are finished. I can’t forgive her for what she’s done.”

  “What do you mean?” There was a rumor that Amara was pregnant. I heard it back in Billings, but now I’m wondering if there’s any truth to that so called rumor.

  He runs his hand over his mouth, like he’s c
ontemplating what to say. “She aborted my kid, man. She fuckin’ aborted my kid and didn’t even tell me about it. I only found out by mistake. What kind of shit is that? I can’t even fuckin’ look at her without wanting to kill her.” I can’t blame him for that. He and Amara have been together for a while from what I know, but if that’s the case, neither of them can be afraid of commitment. I’ve found out over the years that there’s always a reason for some sort of action like this. I’m just wondering what Amara’s reason is.

  There’s nothing that I can say that will make him feel better. “I’m sorry man. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

  “You know what she fuckin’ told me? She said I already have a family, whatever the fuck that even means. I told her to explain, but she fuckin’ wouldn’t. She just stared at me like I was the devil and ran out. I don’t even know where she is right now, not that I care.” He huffs. I know he’s angry at her for what she did, but him saying he doesn’t care is complete bullshit. When you care about people, especially women, that love doesn’t just fade. While our hearts may hurt, we just act like we’re dandy on the outside and could give a rats ass about them. Sometimes I don’t think women know the true power they hold over us. “Enough about me and my bullshit. I was lookin’ for the bunker and I can’t find it.”

  “What do you mean? What bunker?” I ask, cause as far as I know we don’t have one.

  He scrunches up his nose, “You know, where we’re gonna keep our extra guns and ammo for whenever shit goes down. Our failsafe.”

  “I know what you’re saying. We just don’t have one.” “What do you mean we don’t have one!?” Widow jumps

  up from his seat and throws his hands in the air. “Are you jokin’ with me, Boog? I don’t like jokers. If you’re fuckin’ playing with me, I’ll make you look like that fucked up psycho from Batman. Don’t test me, brother.”

  “Jesus. Chill out, man. I’m saying we don’t have one cause Damon didn’t mention one to any of us.” I look over to Hawk who’s smoking a cigarette in the clubhouse. He knows damn well, he’s gonna get an earful from Kat when she comes in and smells that shit. “He mention a bunker to you?”

  He shakes his head back and forth. “See. None of us have heard about it.”

  “Kinda interesting we haven’t talked about it, considering we already aren’t welcomed around here. Shit, most of us weren’t even here and you and your girl already ran into trou-ble. We should be stocked up and prepared, not defenseless like we are now. Shit, what do we have? Maybe twenty glocks? You know those motherfucker’s are gonna be packin’ like the crazy bastards they are.”

  I pull out my phone so we can call Damon and hash this shit out, but I don’t have to as the door to the club comes open and he, Cobra and the girls waltz in. Camila comes over to me, empty handed. I give her a confused look, “Where’s the coffee pot?”

  “Everything’s already in the house. We got a few things so I can start cooking decent meals in the trailer.” I wrap my arm around her and get a good look at her smile. It’s funny how something as small as kitchenware can make her happy.

  “Where the fuck is our bunker, D?” Widow hisses at him.

  Shit, if I were him, I wouldn’t be talking to Damon like that.

  Damon cranks his head in Widow’s direction. “You wanna watch how you speak to me? What crawled up your ass and put you in this sour mood?”

  Widow opens his mouth to speak, but then slams it shut. I take it he doesn’t wanna talk about his love life problems. Especially when Amara is Damon’s sister. “Sorry. I’m just worried about these fuckin’ little gang worms causing more problems. Doesn’t seem like we’re prepared if they decide to haul ass and come against us. We need a bunker, and you know we do.”

  Damon chuckles and shakes his head, I watch as Kat makes a face and then motions to Camila for her to follow. This can’t be good.

  “It’s nice to know that you’re doing my job for me, Widow.” Damon stalks towards him, whips his knife from his holster and holds it to Widow’s neck. Hawk looks to me and I look, warning him with a silent look to not interfere. I do the same with Cobra, but if I know anything about that mother-fucker, it’s that he does whatever he damn well feels like doing. “Next time you want to disrespect me, don’t.”

  Widow snickers, “Boy, you’re sure acting like good ol’ Roman right now. I meant no disrespect, Damon. Just stating the obvious, that we need some guns and ammunition.”

  “How about next time you take it to your Prez.” Damon’s tone comes out ice cold, telling everyone in this room that he knows a lot more than what we think he does. Widow and Damon have been friends for eons, but the tension between these two is interesting.

  “If we get some excavating equipment, I’m sure Widow can figure some shit out pretty quick.” I say, causing Damon to look over in my direction. He takes the knife from Widow’s throat and approaches me.

  “I already have an idea. I just need an old school bus.” “School bus?” Hawk questions.

  Widow nods, “Yep. I’ll get an old school bus and hook it up with an electric system. That way we’ll have lighting for whenever we go down into the bunker. It’ll be a decent size, and I’ll have a ladder going down from the emergency exit at the top, that’s how we’ll get in.”

  “Are we gonna make an underground tunnel while we have the equipment?” I ask Damon,

  “Why would we?”

  “We have underground tunnels at the Reapers club-house. Incase shit ever went bad or the feds got involved, we have someplace to hide shit or get our asses outta there.”

  He shifts on one leg to the other, “It’s not a bad idea. I like it.”

  The front door to the club opens again and in walks Amara, blood red hair flowing down her back, dressed like she’s ready to kill someone. She pulls out her vape and takes a deep breath. “What the hell are you all looking at?” She purposefully keeps her eyes away from Widow, instead focusing on the rest of us.

  “We’re going to get a bunker for guns and ammo, and run an underground tunnel incase shit hits the fan.” Damon says.

  She nods her head a couple of times, “It’s a good idea.

  Better to be safe than sorry. Who are we getting more guns from, the Steele’s?”

  “Yeah. I’ll call Christian and let him know.”

  “Don’t bother. I’m texting him right now.” Amara says to her brother as she taps away on her cell phone. We all hear the text being sent and within a moment there’s another sound coming in, signifying that she’s gotten a text in return. “He’ll be hand delivering it. I’ll give him all the details on what we need. When will the bunker be ready?”

  Damon looks over to Widow at the same time Amara does. Even as an outsider, I can tell there is pain behind both of their eyes. I’m guessing the truth behind the mess they’re in will come out very shortly.

  “The sooner I get the equipment, the sooner it gets done.” Is all that Widow says to us before he walks past Amara and leaves the club, slamming the door shut on his way out.

  Chapter 15

  I CAN BE CHANGED BY WHAT HAPPENS TO ME, BUT I REFUSE TO BE REDUCED BY IT.

  -MAYA ANGELOU

  Booger

  Amara and Damon were able to get some excavation equipment pretty quick, and soon after Widow started work-ing. In a day, he had the entire hole dug and he’s still quickly away at work. We haven’t had any problems from that low life gang, but what I’ve figured out is that they’re always around, just waiting. They are snakes after all. All they’re doing is waiting for the right moment to strike. The only thing is, they won’t find one. We’ll cut their heads off before they do.

  “Whoa. Who on earth is that?” Hawk asks, pointing off into the distance. I turn my head around and see a lifted, blacked out Jeep Wrangler heading straight for us. Instinc-tively, I place my hand on my gun, ready to shoot a mother-fucker. If you ask me, it’s better if he’s bleeding when I’m asking questions. You never want to be too risky and
have the potential for someone to get hurt. That’s what Fist taught me when I was first starting out. Our main objective is to protect our families and brotherhood above all else. I’ll stick to these values until the day I die.

  The Jeep comes to a screeching halt just a mere twenty feet away and the door pops open. Out comes a middle aged, white, bald guy. He has tat’s creeping up his neck that flow into his head. “Who the fuck are you?” I snarl at the stranger.

  He smiles, pulling his designer sunglasses up on his head. “I’m here to see your boss. Word is, you’re the new key players around town.”

  I don’t let this fucker gain an inch, ‘cause he’ll try to take a mile. I just know it. I wave my gun around in the air, and point it at him directly. “My advice to you my friend, is for you to get back into that f-ugly Jeep of yours and go back to wherever it is you came from.”

  Damon and Amara both come out of the clubhouse door, almost wearing the same expression. Damon looks like he’s wondering who this dude is. While Amara looks entertained as fuck.

  “Who might you be?” She asks, walking closer to him. I still have my gun trained on him. If he so much as flinches, he’ll have a hole going through his body.

  “I’m Vinny, one of your new friends here in Vegas.”

  “Oh, you’re a friend?” Amara giggles, crossing her arms in front of her chest, she looks him up and down. “My friends always warn me of their arrival, give me a heads up. You seem to be a bit rude to just show up in the way you did. Don’t you think?”

  Damon stands still, allowing his sister to take the lead on this. It’s not like we have a normal clubhouse down here. Our club is split between two entirely different MC’s that are obvious allies. No other has ever done this before. In fact, I don’t think any other will. It’s complicated as fuck and the rules are unwritten.