Reaper_Endgame_A Bad Boy Biker Romance

by Jade Kuzma

  I heard a commotion next to me coming into the alley. It was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

  Endgame: Chapter 2

  KATRINA

  “You sure you wouldn’t rather be out with your boys tonight?”

  Blake leaned back in his seat and sighed before turning to me.

  “I have plenty of time to spend with the boys? Tonight is perfect.”

  “Perfect, hmm? You sure know how to make a lady feel special.”

  “It is though. Club business is taken care of. The boys are all out with each other. Your brother is babysitting Bella. We have tonight all to ourselves.”

  “When you put it like that…”

  Blake and I spent the evening by ourselves in the comforts of my small apartment. Most people would’ve thought it was a bore but they didn’t know what it was like being with a club member. When there wasn’t any drama, you couldn’t take it for granted. I had to enjoy every second alone with the man I was going to marry.

  “Are you nervous?” I asked.

  “Nervous? About what?”

  “The wedding.”

  “Why would I be nervous about that?”

  “I don’t know… It’s your last chance to get out of it.”

  Blake chuckled softly to himself. When he smiled, I saw how perfect his white teeth were.

  Blake wasn’t like most stereotypical club members. His blond hair was always combed perfectly. His blue eyes were striking. He looked like a model even with all of the ink on him. The muscles were nice, too. He kept just enough scruff on his chin to keep him from looking too much like a pretty boy that everybody made fun of him for.

  But more than anything else, there was his demeanor. Cocky. Confident. Arrogant. Blake fit all of those words and more. And he knew it better than anybody. He wore his pride like a badge of honor.

  “I’ve been with a lot of women before you,” he said.

  “Is that something you really want to tell me right now?”

  There’s that arrogance again.

  “Hold on. I’ve got a point to this.”

  “This’ll be interesting…”

  “I’ve been with women but none of them were like you.”

  “How’s that?”

  “I don’t know… I guess it’s just because everybody else was so willing to bend to me. They see the patch. They see the tattoos. They see the ride. They think ‘hey, he looks like fun.’”

  “Uh, hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what I was thinking when I first met you.”

  “Maybe when you first saw me but not after you got to know me. You were different. You and I… We just clicked.”

  He gave me that confident smile. If I wasn’t so used to it already, I would’ve been embarrassed about admitting how much I loved seeing it.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I told you I would be there for you. I told you I would be there for Bella. My mind hasn’t changed.”

  “I talked to Michelle. She warned me about you getting crazy at your bachelor party.”

  “Ha!” he scoffed. “Michelle’s the kind of woman who’s looking for something when shit isn’t there. When you’re the old lady of a club president, you’re always paranoid.”

  There was nothing at this point that would stop me from marrying Blake. As far as I was concerned, everything was set in stone. From the look in his eyes, I knew he felt the same way.

  Right now though… He was looking at me with an intent that told me he wanted one thing from me.

  “What’s on your mind?” I asked coyly.

  “Well…”

  He shifted his eyes to the side and looked away from me.

  “Bella’s not here right now. You don’t have to worry about waking her up…”

  “It has been awhile, hasn’t it?”

  “Yes, it has.”

  He turned his gaze back toward me. The cocky grin on his face was nowhere to be found. He was emotionless. Just an intense stare that lit a fire in my stomach.

  In the dim-lighting of my living room, the tension was only getting thicker. There was no point in bathing in the anticipation any longer.

  Blake rushed his face toward mine and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid against mine. Messy kisses echoed off the walls as we began tearing our clothes off each other.

  I pulled his shirt over his head and took just a second to admire his physique. Perfectly tan skin covered in intricate ink along his chest and arms. Blake was a work of art thanks to his brother. It made sense that they called him Needle.

  Blake didn’t let me appreciate the scene for very long. He fell to his knees and began violently tugging at my jeans. I giggled while he pulled them off of me. My giggles turned into groans as soon as he kissed the insides of my thighs. The rough scruff on his chin rubbing against my skin reminded me of what it was like with a man so rugged.

  He cupped my ass as he continued to trail his mouth up my thighs. He made his way all the way up to my thong. My panties were soaking wet at this point. They were so wet that there was some weight to them when he pulled them off of me.

  The cool night brushed against my wet folds and sent a shudder through my spine. I looked down through narrowed eyes. Blake stared back at me as he pressed his tongue right to my clit.

  “Oh… Fuck!”

  I yelled out, grateful that I didn’t have to worry about waking my daughter.

  I moved my hand down and made a mess of Blake’s blond hair. My other hand gripped the couch cushion to brace myself from the pleasure.

  The way he worked his tongue on me never got old. Soft but firm licks of my clit before working his way down to my entrance. He swallowed every drop that spilled out of me. The wet fluids on his lips were just as loud as my moans.

  My back arched so that he could push his tongue inside of me. I propped my legs up on his broad shoulders. The pleasure was mounting up inside of me so fast and Blake wasn’t giving me any respite.

  “Oh… Oh, God!”

  I cried out, my throat already dry from groaning. I was having trouble keeping up with how good I felt. My mouth just hung open with all of my stifled cries of ecstasy stuck somewhere inside of me.

  “Blake… Blake, I…”

  I grinded my hips and pushed myself down on his face. He cupped my ass with both of his hands and lifted me up in his strong grip. He tongued me furiously until I couldn’t take it.

  My muscles tightened. My breath stopped. My jaw clenched. I held everything in before exploding.

  “Ahh! Fuck!”

  I yelled out as my orgasm slammed into me. My body spasmed violently in his grip. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my stomach and surged through me. The warm feeling spread from the top of my head all the way down to my curled toes.

  Blake kept sucking and licking me through my orgasm. He drained me completely. I melted like putty in his hands when the feeling finally subsided.

  I collapsed on the couch, trying my best to recover. At the same time, I listened to the sound of him unzipping his jeans. I peeked my eyes open to look at the body I’d admired so much.

  Blake’s chest, arms, and abs were enough to get any woman to stare. But the hard length between his legs was the real prize.

  He stroked his shaft and stared at me with a cocky smirk. He was always cocky after making me come. I smiled back at him. He earned the right to smile at me like that.

  “Come here.”

  He suddenly grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him on the edge of the couch. I gasped at the sudden movement then giggled at him. Biting my index finger in anticipation, I watched as he pressed his cock to my wet entrance.

  “Oh…”

  Just his tip was enough to make me squeal.

  “…Fuck!”

  The rest of his cock was enough to make me scream.

  Blake plunged his entire length into me, burying himself to the hilt. He rested comfortably inside of me. I’d experienced him so many times before but it neve
r got old. It was like the first time all over again.

  He got on top of me and started going to work. Long, deep strokes pounded me into the couch cushions. The rhythm of our bodies colliding was joined by the chorus of my moans. Blake grunted hard with every thrust to let me know just how hard he was working.

  “You like that, babe?”

  “Oh, fuck… You know I like it…”

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “I like it…”

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

  I was having trouble focusing but I yelled out what he wanted to hear. I was at his mercy, begging for him to give it to me. He gave me all of that and more.

  Blake managed to work himself up to a sweat. Ink and muscles glistening from the dim candlelights in my living room made him look like a piece of art.

  I stared up into his eyes and saw the growing intensity. I knew that he was close.

  “Oh, fuck, babe… Come inside of me…”

  “You want me to come inside of you?”

  “Fuck, yes… Fucking come inside of me…”

  He reached down and grabbed my breasts. They’d swelled ever since I gave birth and now Blake was taking full advantage of them.

  I reached up and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders to brace myself just the same. My legs wrapped around his back with my ankles resting just above his ass.

  He rocked himself into me so fast and hard that I thought the foundation of my apartment would crumble.

  “Katrina… Babe… I’m gonna…”

  “Come inside of me…”

  He pounded me like a jackhammer before holding his breath. His whole body seized up for just a second. Then he grunted so loud that I knew the neighbors heard.

  “Fuck!”

  I stared into his eyes as he came. His teeth gritted, Blake pushed himself into me as deep as he could.

  “Yeah… Just like that… Give it to me…”

  I moaned and guided him through his orgasm. Feeling his cum wet my insides never got old. His cock throbbed and made my whole body shake just the same as his.

  Blake kept pumping his cock into me until everything had left him. He collapsed on top of me when he finished. His body was hard and sweaty. His chest and abs pressed against my skin as he took deep breaths.

  “How are you doing?” he whispered.

  “Amazing,” I sighed.

  He gave me a soft kiss on the lips to seal our moment together. Right in the middle of it, I heard the vibration of his phone in his jeans.

  “Don’t answer that,” I said.

  “I have to. I wouldn’t be getting a call if it wasn’t important.”

  “Right,” I sighed.

  Blake got off of me and moved over to his jeans. I sat up and admired his naked body while I tried to regain my composure.

  “What is it?”

  Blake looked like a man who’d just finished having sex. But as he listened to whoever it was on the other line, the expression on his face changed quickly.

  “What?” he exclaimed.

  I knew something was wrong.

  “Are you sure? Okay… I’m coming over right now…”

  He hung the phone up and looked at me. The way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.

  “Blake… What’s wrong—”

  “It’s Nate. The prospect. He’s in the hospital.”

  “What?” I said. “What happened—”

  “I don’t know. I’m gonna find out right now.”

  Endgame: Chapter 3

  BLAKE

  When I got to the hospital, the rest of the club was already there. Sully, Ghost, Petey, and Brawn were standing around the waiting room. They all had their heads down like something was obviously fucking wrong. It wasn’t the first time I ever got bad news in my life. The feeling was always the same. That fucking gnawing in your stomach like rats trying to escape.

  I clenched my jaw as I walked up to them, hoping that they weren’t gonna say some shit I didn’t wanna hear though I knew it was inevitable.

  “What’s up?” I said.

  “Garnet’s in the room right now,” Ghost said.

  A few seconds later, Garnet walked down the hall toward us. He had his hands on his hips. He was staring at the floor like he couldn’t look any one of us in the eye.

  “He’s in critical but stable condition,” Garnet said. “He lost a lot of blood. We’ll know a little more once the surgery is over. But right now, it’s anybody’s guess if he’ll make it.”

  “Shit,” I muttered. “What the fuck happened?”

  “We were all at Finn’s,” Ghost said. “We were all doing our own thing.”

  “Did any of you see him up to anything?” Garnet said.

  “I talked to him,” Sully said. “He was messing around with Stephanie.”

  “Stephanie?” I said. “Do you think—”

  “I doubt it,” Sully said. “Stephanie was inside of Finn’s when those gunshots went off. I saw her but Nate wasn’t anywhere around her.”

  “Maybe Stephanie set him up.”

  “Stephanie’s been around a long time,” Ghost said. “She’s just some slut trying to get some. Why would she have anything to do with Nate getting shot?”

  “Maybe someone put her up to it,” I said.

  There were still so many details to figure out that I just started throwing every idea out.

  “That’s a possibility,” Garnet said. “But if Stephanie is involved, she’s not alone. It’s not her we want. It’s whoever else is behind this.”

  Everybody had their heads down as they tried to figure out what was going on. It was so quiet in the waiting room. It felt like being at a fucking funeral. Considering the circumstances, it might as well have been that.

  The entrance to the waiting room opened up and Sheriff Sutton walked inside. The old man was flanked by Officer Rose.

  Ben Rose was a young guy who came to Ivory more than a year ago. He certainly looked the part. He was always so wide-eyed and bewildered, like he wasn’t sure of his surroundings. His neatly combed hair. His unwrinkled uniform. Even the way he stood there. It all made him look like some schoolboy. The kind of schoolboy who couldn’t wait to tattle on his classmates.

  “How’s the kid?” Sutton asked.

  “He’s in surgery right now,” Garnet said.

  “Damn shame,” Sutton sighed.

  “You know who did this?” I asked.

  “I might have an idea…”

  Sutton straightened up.

  “…You know we found someone else there,” he continued. “It took us awhile to identify him. His prints weren’t in our records.”

  “But once we looked up the federal database, we were able to pin him down,” Rose said.

  “Wait a second,” I said. “There was someone else there?”

  “Another body,” Sutton explained. “He was identified as a Wei Ling. The name sound familiar to any of you?”

  Sutton eyeballed each and every one of us. But none of us were gonna break. The name was unfamiliar. Shit, even if we did know him, we wouldn’t have said anything.

  “That’s him,” I said. “That’s the man who shot Nate.”

  “It’s possible,” Sutton said. “We found Nate’s gun at the scene, too. He discharged a few shots. Autopsies take a long time. A few weeks. But the bullets in Wei’s body look like they’re from Nate’s piece.”

  “Wei shot Nate,” Petey said. “Then Nate shot Wei in response. He was just trying to protect himself.”

  “That makes sense,” Ghost said. “Nate’s not the kind of man who would shoot someone without good reason.”

  “Maybe he had a good reason,” Rose said.

  The tension started building in the small waiting room.

  It was no secret what the club was up to. Sutton knew better than anybody that we were involved with some shit. He may have been old but he wasn’t blind.

  “Look,” Sutton said. “I don
’t know what happened. This is an ongoing investigation. You guys like to do things your way. This is one of your boys that got shot. I can’t stop you from trying to get to the bottom of this. But Ben and I have a job to do. So don’t get in my way. If you know anything—”

  “We don’t know anything,” Garnet said. “We’re still trying to piece this puzzle together the same as you.”

  Sutton stared at Garnet. There was a skeptical look in the sheriff’s eyes but there was nothing he could do at this point. Everybody was trying to get to the bottom of what happened.

  “I’m sorry about what happened to that boy,” Sutton said.

  “We’re all sorry,” Ghost said.

  “I’ll do what I can to help. And… I’ll stop by the clubhouse to let you know if anything comes up.”

  Sutton bowed his head to us and turned around to leave. Rose gave us all one last look before joining the man that he worked for.

  The tension in the waiting room disappeared. We all looked at one another. If there was another step for us to take, it wasn’t clear.

  “Now what?” I said.

  “We can’t do much for Nate,” Ghost said. “It’s up to the doctors now.”

  “That still doesn’t mean we can’t get to the bottom of this,” Brawn said. “We gotta start somewhere.”

  “Wei Ling,” Sully said. “Does that name sound familiar to any of you?”

  I shook my head but there was something about the name that made me stop to consider it.

  Wei Ling…

  “He’s Chinese,” I said.

  “Chinese…” Ghost whispered.

  “What the fuck is a Triad doing by himself in Ivory? And what’s Nate doing shooting at him?”

  “Defending himself. I doubt the kid would be dumb enough to just shoot a man for no reason.”

  “That’s not it though,” Garnet said. “The bigger problem is why is there a Triad hanging around Finn’s? Once they drop off their product, they’re gone.”

  I sighed in frustration and scratched the sighed of my head.

  “This is big,” Ghost said. “A Black Reaper got shot and a Triad gangster is dead.”

  “No shit,” I said. “There’s something going on.”

  “Well, what the fuck are we gonna do?” Sully said. “Two men were in that alley. One of them is dead and the other is laid up. We’re not gonna get any answers.”