Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2)

by Hampton, Sophia

  This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

  Unbreakable copyright @ 2015 by Sophia Hampton. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embedded in critical articles or reviews.

  Part 2 of the Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club trilogy

  CHAPTER ONE

  Fucked. That’s the word that had been swirling through Tyson Adler’s mind for the last forty five minutes. He’d been with lots of women, but the one night stand that had turned into a two day fling had him thinking that being a one woman man might not be such a bad idea. Little did he know that the woman of his dreams, Ella Louise, was the woman sent to turn him in to the Highway Reapers, his ex-motorcycle club. She was such a sweet little thing; maybe that was the reason she completely slipped under his radar.

  He’d parked his car when he got to his secondary apartment. The only reason Ella told him the whole plan to turn him in to his ex-club members was because they had put a tracer in her sweater that she’d left at his other apartment. One never knew when you’d need a backup home, and he was never so glad that he’d put so much thought into what he’d do if he’d been found out and needed another spot to lay low for a while. He should have felt proud of himself, but instead he only felt pissed and betrayed.

  Walking up the stairs, he thought about the cute little hellion with the body of an angel and wondered what would happen to her. He could tell it was hard for her to tell him of her deception, but she’d done it. He didn’t want to think about that. What she didn’t know was how ruthless those sons of bitches she was reporting to were. Now, that they knew she’d been with him and that he’d eluded them again, it would be her blood they’d want. They always thought someone was trying to double cross them, and that was partially because they did it to others so often they felt like everyone was trying to pay them back. It wasn’t far from the truth. He put his key in the lock, and a sense of dread washed over him. Ella wasn’t safe. He knew she didn’t have anyone in the area and those jackasses she hooked up with that led her to him would know where she lived. They liked to leave no rock unturned, and he should know because that is the same job he used to have… obtaining monies due to the club by any means necessary. Any. Means. Necessary.

  “Fuck!” He yelled out to no one in particular and was torn by indecision. It wasn’t something that he was familiar with because he made plans and he stuck to them. Did it matter that the plan sucked? Not really. If he came up with it, he followed through, but he didn’t think he could live with himself if he found out that Ella had been harmed because he’d left her. She did him a solid by telling him the Reapers were waiting for him at the apartment, so he figured he should do something for her. He could work out the rest as it came up, but if he didn’t get to her before they did, there would be nothing to work out.

  Marching back down the stairs, he quickly got on his bike and then sent her a text message before taking off.

  Tyson - Where are you?

  He hoped that she hadn’t gone home or to his apartment because that was where they were waiting. They hadn’t bugged her phone or they would have just met them where they were.

  Ella - I’m still in the park. Why?

  Tyson - Just stay there and keep yourself hidden. I’m coming to get you.

  Just the thought of her still sitting where he’d left her made his stomach tighten, but he wasn’t going to get that way about her right now. He was still mad, and he didn’t know how to feel about the emotions she brought out in him. He didn’t like lies and liked liars even less, but he needed to see this through even if it was just getting her out of town and away from him.

  The drive to his apartment seemed quick and easy, but making his way back to the city took forever. It was probably because he was afraid he’d be too late to find Ella and she’d have been picked up by the not so friendly Reapers. He circled around where he’d left Ella and found her sitting on the same bench where she’d shared her tale of woe followed by the drop kick to the balls that she wasn’t what or who she said she was. The expression on her face was wary, but she still offered him a smile and he could understand why, but this wasn’t the time to doubt him. If anything she should be grateful he came back, but he understood not knowing who to trust. He could have walked away from her, made a deal with the Reapers, and then returned to deliver her to them.

  “Get on…” He didn’t have time for the happy smile or pretty words that may have sprung from those pink lips, because he was halfway kicking himself for returning to get her lying ass in the first place. She must have known how close to the breaking point he was because she dropped the smile and accepted the helmet he’d shoved at her. She looked at him as if she was torn. “What?”

  “I know you’re mad and I’m not trying to tick you off further, but I have to touch you to get on.” Ella must have been able to read the ‘fuck you’ that had been plastered to his face since she’d told him her story, and he wasn’t going to be able to clear that for a while.

  “I’m aware of that. Come on, Sunshine, I don’t have time for your bullshit. You can either get on and hold tight, or you can find yourself a way out of the shit hole you’ve dug for yourself.”

  She nodded and he tried to shrug off the awareness he felt as she swung her leg around the back of his bike and settled into the seat, sliding her softest, warmest spot against him. He could almost feel her pussy on his ass. No. That wasn’t true; that was just his imagination and wishful thinking because she had the tightest, sweetest pussy he’d had the experience of sampling. His dumb libido didn’t care that she was a lying treacherous bitch; it just wanted one more ride with her hot wetness clenching his cock. This was not what he was supposed to be thinking about – he needed to keep his mind on the current situation. He waited until she finished securing her helmet and knew she was done when she tentatively wrapped her arms around his waist.

  Taking off like a rocket, he didn’t know if he was trying to outrun the Reapers or the feelings this one lying, little lady had set off within him. All he knew is that he was happy they didn’t have to talk. At least for now, there was nothing but the buzz of his bike and noise of the wind. In no time, they were back at his second apartment, and he was starting to have second thoughts about bringing this sexy piece of trouble with him, because this was the auxiliary spot. If this one was discovered, he didn’t have another.

  He parked and waited while she jumped off before he got off and steadied the bike. The sun was setting, and he watched her standing there with her hands linked in front of her while she looked at the ground. They were going to have to talk about this when they got in the house, because she looked like he felt: awkward, unsure, and questioning what they hell they were doing. He walked up the stairs without a word knowing she would follow him, and when he reached the door and unlocked it, there was a peace that he’d not had the first time he’d attempted to enter. It just felt right that she was with him but damned if he could figure out why.

  She’d walked in behind him and stood in the middle of the floor while he moved around turning on lights and opening blinds. He ended up in the kitchen and was grateful that he’d stashed most of his cash in this place, but it wasn’t stocked up on food like his other apartment. He knew she was close to him, and he wasn’t ready to turn around and look into her beautiful eyes while she tore hi
m apart with whatever she was going to say, so he just opened up random cabinets to see what was available for tonight.

  “I’m sorry,” Ella said with a voice so broken it felt like she could slice him with it. “When I met you at that bar, I didn’t know it was you, but when you told me who you were, I was so torn. Everything I’ve said was true. I just got out of prison, and I couldn’t find a job. The Reapers stashed a substantial load of coke in my purse, and that is what got me a prison sentence, but I got out early because of good behavior and assistance from a friend I made on the inside. I never should have had anything to do with them, but it was hard making any money when I got out, and I agreed in a weak moment.”

  While she talked, he continued to look through the cabinets hoping she’d get the hint that he didn’t want to be bothered. That’s what he told himself anyway, but the real reason was he didn’t want to lose his anger. Just listening to her talk was hard enough, but if he had to look into the same eyes he gazed into while he’d had his cock in her mouth earlier that day, he didn’t think he’d be able to deny her anything. He needed to keep some distance to be objective. That was something he’d never had to work at before. How did she manage to get so deep under his skin in such a small amount of time? He wasn’t sure but he knew that made her… quite dangerous.

  He slammed the last cabinet door a bit harder than he intended because he was startled with how much he was torn between wanting to comfort her and wanting to get away from her. Before he could walk off, she slammed herself against his chest and stuck to him like fly paper. To physically remove her would have been dangerous to both of them. He’d never hit a woman, but he was so mad he was not sure what would happen if she decided to fight him when he tried to remove her. There wasn’t anything he could think of to say to help this mess, so he just stayed still, but he sure as hell hoped she wasn’t crying. No way was he going to be able to handle that shit. He knew she wouldn’t hold him hostage like this forever, and she probably had a point she was trying to make, so he thought he’d just wait her out. The sexy, sweet smell that always accompanied her was making him hard. His stupid cock didn’t know this wasn’t fucking time. It needed to remember they were pissed, but the longer she held on, the more his cock could care less.

  “I know you hate me right now, and I don’t blame you for that,” she said as she held on to him. He allowed it, but that was all he was prepared to do. “Thank you for coming to get me. I didn’t know what I was going to do next. My grandmother always said ‘sometimes you just need to sit still and let the answer come to you.’ I was unbelievably surprised when you texted me to say you were coming back. ”

  “Why didn’t you just tell them where I was?” Tyler was somewhat surprised at her lack of self-preservation, because he didn’t know if he’d have done the same for her in her same predicament.

  “I knew you didn’t have the money, and I didn’t want to think about what they would do to you.” She let him go and walked over to the table looking like she wanted to be anywhere but having this conversation. He didn’t understand her embarrassment over not wanting to see him hurt, but he recognized it. She was way too soft for this game she was playing and the people who were playing it with her. Ella was out of her league. These men didn’t do business like she did, and he hoped it wasn’t too late for her to get that message.

  “You know that now that they are going to see this as a betrayal and you the betrayer.” He didn’t know if she’d gotten that far in her thought process or if she knew how the bad man system worked, but he felt he had to put that in her mind.

  “I got the memo,” she said as she walked aimlessly around the room.

  There was nothing to eat but snack food. He didn’t want to eat or prepare anything at this point, so he took out a few menus from local restaurants, placed them on the counter, and scanned them for food choices.

  “What do you want to eat?” he asked her because she looked like she was going to create a path in the plush carpet of the living room. He sighed and wondered what the hell he was becoming. He was one of the bad men, but this scrap of a woman had turned him into a sentimental fool who was trying to please her. He should have just made the decision and gone with it. The thing was he knew she loved to eat and wanted her to have at least this for comfort. He’d think about the reason why he was affording her such wide berth later.

  She looked over at him as if she was surprised that he’d asked for her suggestion. “Can I have whatever I want?”

  “I guess.” He thought she was acting strange, but what really did he know about this woman? Ella walked toward him, and he put his attention to straightening all of the menus out so she could see what was available.

  “I want more of what I had earlier,” she said staring up at him, but he did not intend to look at her. What had they had earlier? She had some kind of club sandwich, and he had a burger that he remembered being passable, but it wasn’t the best meal he’d ever had. The choices were Mexican, Pizza, Chinese, and Thai, so he didn’t know where she thought he was going to get what she’d had earlier. This is what happened when there are too many options and—

  She undid his belt and the buttons of his jeans, and he made no move to stop or help her, because he was shocked speechless. Sliding his pants to the floor as she got to her knees before him, he thought about how easy it would be for him to fall over, so he took a few steps to place his back on the wall. Ella followed him walking toward him on her knees, and he tried not to think about how sexy she looked. She settled in front of him, but he wouldn’t look at her although his cock stood at full attention anticipating the sweet touch of her soft mouth that was soon going to be enveloping him into her warmth, but that touch never came. They stood like that for a few minutes until the silence and the questions of what was going on was more important than keeping his vigil of not looking at the woman who’d made him think love at first sight might be more than a fairytale. The crushing blow of disappointment actually hurt, but he wasn’t going to stop her from sucking him deep into her mouth.

  The minutes ticked on and on, and there was still no action below. That didn’t stop his dick of steel from throbbing and awaiting her mouth.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Ella knew she’d fucked up and she’d also known he was pissed. They had only been together for a few days, but she’d studied him well so she felt pretty knowledgeable about him. What she didn’t know was how to fix this. He’d barely looked at her since he surprised her by coming back to pick her up. He’d saved her ass, and it sounded like he knew it, but he didn’t know why he’d done it if he hated her so much he couldn’t even look at her.

  There were lots of ways she could have said she was sorry, but she figured this was one way he’d actually listen to. This had come to her as she attempted looking at the menus and knew she wanted his cock more than she wanted a meal. Here they had the standoff. Well it would be a standoff if she was standing, but she was on her knees and wanted him to look at her. He was a patient man, but the way his cock was standing proud and hard made her think she’d win this challenge.

  It was as hard for her to sit and look at his manhood without wanting to taste him and savor his flavor. She loved everything about his cock— from the thick stem, to the large meaty balls, and the fat mushroomed head that was currently sporting a nice pearl of fluid enticing her to take a long lick. Was it too much that she wanted him to look at her and recognize that she was sorry? It took longer than she thought it would for him to look at her, but she heard the hard expulsion of breath as he seemed to make up his mind.

  He looked down at her with a question in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. She liked that he was a proud man and that he had some forgiveness in his heart. This was supposed to have been easy. She was supposed to find a man who owed the Highway Reapers money and tell them where he was. Since she was fresh from prison and couldn’t get a job to save her life, she’d taken the deal from the same assholes who’d essentially helped send her to the c
link in the first place. It wasn’t smart, but people do foolish things when they’re hungry. She knew she couldn’t un-ring the bell, but she wanted to believe they could fix this.

  “Hi,” she said knowing that sounded really stupid, but she couldn’t think of anything more clever. That one little word made his face cloud over with anger, and she could see how he thought she was playing with him.

  “Are you planning to suck my cock, or are you just going to look at it?” Tyson’s words were as tight and hard as his wood, but he had looked at her. Now she was wondering why she thought him looking at her would be the magic thing that brought him out of his funk.

  He still wasn’t sunshine and roses, but she’d gotten what she’d wanted in way of eye contact, and she didn’t want to break it. Opening her mouth, she slowly advanced toward his cock, and he watched her as if she was going to do a magic trick. He could have easily taken her head in his hand and fucked her mouth hard and ruthlessly. She probably wouldn’t have even tried to stop him, but he didn’t. He just stood there watching and waiting like a panther awaiting his first opportunity to strike. She loved his eyes on her even if they weren’t warm and fuzzy looks of admiration. She didn’t break eye contact, and neither did he. That had to say something, right?

  The first taste of his cock was always the best as the smooth velvety skin of the head filled her mouth. She wanted to go slowly and tantalize him with her skill and his desire, but she was hungrier for him than she thought. Hungry for his acceptance and forgiveness. When she watched him walk away, she thought that was going to be the last time she’d ever see him, and that made her much sadder than she thought it would. Sitting on that bench, she knew that she didn’t have all of the five thousand Bruce the Reaper had given her when he asked her to find Tyson, and he’d asked for double that to pay them back if she hadn’t been able to find her mark. She also knew that they would be looking for her knowing she had been with him but not turned him in. There were a lot of things that Ella was, but stupid wasn’t one of them.