Chaos: A Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

Chapter Twelve

  If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them. If they stand against you, defeat them.

  ~ Every Wishes

  Mouser

  On the way back to the club I kept trying to figure out what led Vinny to betray the club. As far as I knew we paid him well for everything he was providing us with. Better than well, actually. Damon handed over a pretty penny to that slimy fucker. Now it’s clear as day loyalty means nothing to him. He’d rather just have the cash.

  Cobra and I just parked our bikes and went into the clubhouse to find Damon wasn’t there. Instead he’s back in his trailer with Kat, so we walked up to his door, knocked on it and waited until he let us in.

  It’s my first time being in their house, but one thing I can say is how they have a twisted sense of style. Eclectic wouldn’t accurately describe it. There’s a mixture between day of the dead and creepy gothic shit up in here. “What do you have for me?” Damon asks, walking up to his fridge he opens it and hands us each a beer.

  Cobra and I both twist off the caps, chuck them in his trash can and I take a sip while Cobra leads the conversation. “You’re not gonna like it, Prez. This shit is . . .” Cobra starts off saying but halts midway. No matter how he tries to prepare Damon for what’s going on, it won’t do anything but piss him off. When you trust someone, even if that person isn’t in the club, but is an individual we work with— it fucks with us. Whenever you’re betrayed it’ll fuck with you, whether its business or personally.

  “Spit it out already,” Damon snarls, taking a seat on his couch. Cobra and I follow his lead planting our asses on his couch too.

  “Vinny flipped on us. Somehow he got information Sakura was with us and he sold the information.”

  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I sent you to see what those Lucifer’s Heretics were up to after we got the tip they were meeting someone up north. What does Vinny have to do with this?” Damon grumbles, seemingly growing more irritated.

  “Prez, Vinny is the person they met with.” I speak up, hoping I don’t get my ass reamed for speaking out of turn. Cobra is the full patch so he should be taking the lead on this.

  Damon rises, throws his hands up in the air and in a fueled rage punches his fist through the wall. The crackling sound is enough to cause Kat to run out into the living room. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” She immediately asks before she spots her husband with his hand through the wall. “Did you seriously just punch a hole in our house?” Her tone shifts from concerned to downright pissed.

  “Leave it, Kat. Club business.” Damon instantly responds. Even if you didn’t know him, you’d be able to tell now is not the time to push his buttons.

  “Fuck club business. You don’t get to dismiss me like I’m some whore, so how about we try that again, hmm?” Kat spits back. There’s only one person here who has enough balls to go up against him— his very own wife.

  “That piece of shit motherfucker Vinny did a one-eighty on us. He’s working with our enemy now. Cobra and Mouser were just telling me about it.” Damon explains, pulling his hand from the wall he goes over to his wife and kisses her on the forehead. “Look, I’m sorry. My anger got the best of me and I’m sorry I worried you. Go back to bed and we’ll chat when I get done with the guys. Alright?”

  Kat nods, “Okay. I love you. Do me a favor and put some ice on that, though.”

  “Will do, baby. Will do. Love you too,” Damon replies while his wife heads back to their bedroom. He turns back to Cobra and I. “Alright, fill me in on everything and don’t leave out one detail.”

  “Vinny met with my piece of shit father, told him one of his men heard about a job posting with the Yakuza searching for their missing daughter. He made sure to tell my father how the bounty is pretty fuckin’ high and he’d give him the information on where Sakura is for a small finder’s fee of sorts,” Cobra goes on.

  “The vile bastard accepted and gave him cash right on the spot. Told him Sakura was with us, and my father seemed interested as fuck to be getting a one up on us. The interesting part is they want Sakura alive. I’m wonderin’ why that would be, and then I’m wonderin’ how Vinny knew Sakura was here.”

  “That’s easy. Vinny was here yesterday hand delivering me some fake IDs. I had gotten one for Sakura as well.” Damon fills in the blanks.

  “Fuck,” I curse under my breath, finishing off my beer in one chug.

  Cobra moves his head to stare at me, “What’s gotten into you?”

  “Mouser’s got a thing for Sakura. She’s off limits.” Damon tells him, and the smug smile Cobra’s known for crosses his face. He lifts his hand and slaps me on the back.

  “Getting an import I see. Good man. I’ve heard exotic pussy can be nice. How’s her cunt, super juicy?”

  Without even thinking I go from worried to full on savage mode. “You talk about her like that again and I’ll break every bone in your fuckin’ body.”

  Cobra cackles like my threat is the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “Damn, you weren’t kiddin’,” He says to Damon, “Alright. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll be solid with you brother and I mean that.” I wasn’t expecting to get Cobra’s stamp of approval, but I’ll take it.

  “I was hopeful getting the Steeles to put in a direct order with Lucian would save Sakura from going through some unnecessary bullshit. Looks like she doesn’t get a choice now, but I meant what I said to her a couple months back. She is a Reaper. Not just because she saved Orion, but she is Saffron’s little sister. That grandfathers her into the club in my opinion. That being said, we’ll lay down whatever we have to to ensure her safety.” Damon states.

  “What do you want us to do in the meantime, Prez?” Cobra’s quick to ask the question I was wondering.

  Damon shrugs, “The only thing we can do is be prepared. If I hear anything about the Lucifer’s Heretics coming into town again, I’m gonna want you to take point on it Cobra. We’re gonna listen and see what the fuck they’re up to first. I’m not gonna be stupid and give an order that’ll get one of us killed. Everything I know about these guys says they’re unpredictable, which only means we need to be a few steps ahead of them. You feel me?”

  “Yeah, we could just fuckin’ blow up their clubhouse or somethin’. That would deal with most of our problems.” Cobra suggests. Damon makes a disgusted face at him, but I know that’s only because we’re still recovering from when the Bears MC did that to our charter in Billings, Montana a few months back. Now that it’s June they’re actually making some headway on the construction and we’re rebuilding.

  We both wait on Damon to respond, but he doesn’t. Instead he’s quiet as can be. “I know I shouldn’t be makin’ suggestions, but it might be easier to just go in hot and heavy one night when they least expect it. Think about it. They don’t know jack shit about us havin’ anything on them.”

  Damon nods, almost like he’s agreeing with me. “Let me think it over and I’ll get back to you both in the morning. Alright? It’s been a long day and we all need our rest.”

  “You got it, Prez.” I instantly reply.

  “See ya tomorrow,” Cobra tells Damon as he rises with his beer bottle in hand and we head toward the door and exit his house. The sound of the door being shut tells me we’re both clear to speak freely.

  “Shit, we’re about to get some action around here sooner than I thought.” Cobra chuckles, walking off into the distance. Meanwhile, I head straight toward Sakura’s house. Damon was right about one thing. It’s been a long ass day.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have

  ~Nikita Gill

  Sakura

  Sitting on a pillow in the middle of my living room, sipping a lemon sour, I wish I could be in Japan right now. The last few months have been taxing, therefore I find moments like this where I crave to be in Japan, standing in front of a jinja, or shrine. I want nothin
g more than to pray to the kami for strength and good fortune, hoping they’ll help me through my struggles and fears.

  Truthfully, there is so much I miss about Japan but this is of the most importance. My parents are somewhat religious but in my eyes they don’t fully honor their faith. If they did neither of them would be as corrupt as they are. Before I left, I prayed to the kami to save them from the said corruption, the evil spirits, or the things they’re doing of their own free will. Though the kami are powerful, I don’t think they will meddle in the choices of my parents, no matter how horrid they are.

  So, I sit here, sipping on this drink and trying to feel a little bit better even though I’m homesick. The knob on the front door turns and in comes Mouser, a bit of dirt or sand smudged on his face. He looks exhausted, but the moment his eyes land on me it’s as though he’s had a shot of espresso. “Rough evening?” I ask.

  He chuckles for a moment walking toward me and sits beside me. “You have no idea.”

  “You can share if you want,” I suggest, not opposed to him venting with me.

  “I don’t think I can. If I do, Damon would kick my ass.” He chuckles, leaning his head back against the seat of the couch. He could’ve easily chosen to sit on the couch instead of below it, so it’s interesting to me. Did he sit here simply because I was on the floor too?

  I realize after a moment that he didn’t meet my eyes when he was speaking. Growing up I didn’t pay too much attention to what my mother taught me. I think it’s because I knew something was wrong with her morals, but I remember as a child one lesson she taught me. I might’ve been twelve or so and she had me go with her to meet her men. A man lied to her and I can remember every precise movement she had when she picked up her katana that had been passed down through our family over many generations and severed his head. The way it slowly fell off and hit the ground with a thud. The way his eyes widened as if he knew what was happening and he tried to back away, but knew it was too late.

  She knelt down beside me and told me that when a man tries to hide something from you, he won’t even have the decency to look you in the eyes. “What are you trying to hide from me?” There’s no point in trying to tip-toe around. I can tell he’s keeping something from me and I’d rather know.

  “Why do you think I’m hiding something?” Mouser questions.

  “I don’t think anything. I know you are.” I retort, looking right at him.

  He takes in a deep breath, picks up his head from the couch cushion and looks directly at me. “We know some individuals who were made aware of your whereabouts, by someone who worked for the club. Cobra and I discovered it this evening and we took it to Damon.”

  At first what he says doesn’t faze me, but just as I think I’m okay my hands begin to shake with an unreal fear that rocks me to my core. My hand shakes so much my drink is almost pouring over the sides so Mouser takes it from my hand, sets it on top of the coffee table and takes my hands in his.

  “You don’t have to worry. We’re going to handle this. We’re going to protect you.” He’s trying so hard to assure me, but he can’t save me from everything.

  “They tried to control every aspect of my life. I wasn’t living as Sakura. I was living as an extension of their power, like a puppet they could control whenever they deemed necessary. Mouser, I can’t live like that and I refuse to. I won’t ever go back and if I get taken, I’ll end my life before they can use me again.” I don’t think about what I’m saying as I say it, but, I realize the cruel darkness of my words when Mouser releases my hands and encloses his hands around my face, holding me like a precious gem.

  “Hear me loud and clear, Sakura Kobayashi. You are safe here. You are a Reaper, and we don’t give up on our own. On top of it all, I’m not gonna let shit happen to you. You hear me? I won’t let anything ever happen to you.”

  Shutting my eyes, I still don’t understand this. How a man I’ve only known for a few months is so quick to make these harsh promises. He’s swearing to protect me and I don’t grasp why. I don’t understand what his attachment is to me, or why it’s so strong. “Why do you say things like this to me?” I ask upon opening my eyes. For some odd reason a tear slides from the corner of my eye and Mouser wipes his thumb against my cheek.

  “Because, if I don’t protect you, Dove . . . you realize what’ll happen, right? I won’t be able to explore any of this shit with you. I won’t ever get another chance to have those legs of yours wrapped around my waist, or your soft velvety lips on mine, or even hear that adorable giggle you think I don’t notice when you think something is funny. I won’t have the opportunity to keep exploring the unknown land that is you. I won’t get to keep my promise, and I’m pretty sure I promised you that you’d be mine one day.”

  “You didn’t promise me. I’m pretty sure you were being cocky.” I gently remind him as I smile softly.

  He runs his finger along the curve of my lips, “I’ll continue to be an arrogant ass if it continues to make you smile like this. Just remember, if I don’t act a certain way, I won’t get the opportunity to experience certain things with you and let me be honest, I want to experience things with you.”

  “Are you about to tell me you’re in love with me?”

  Mouser throws his head back and laughs, “In your dreams, Dove. I’m not that insane.”

  Pressing my lips together, “You sure? I think you’re pretty crazy.”

  “You like it,” He chuckles, wrapping his hands around me, he pulls me up onto his lap. My legs are around his and for a moment we simply stare into each other’s eyes. I’m the one who makes the first move and goes in for the kiss, meeting my lips with his. His lips aren’t soft. They have a roughness to them just like every other part of him. Though, it’s what makes him so manly so it doesn’t bother me much. If anything, it makes him more attractive.

  We had hot, intense sex before and now I want slow and passionate. I want to know what it’s like to feel my body in a sweaty haze, glued against his. Pulling my lips from his I remove my off the shoulder shirt and sit topless on top of him, just in a g-string thong.

  He’s still in his cut and full attire but is quick to unbuckle his pants and release his cock. Placing my hand underneath me I palm his cock while pushing my thong over to the side and slowly settle down over him, adjusting slowly to his size.

  “Show me how gentle you can be, Mouser.” I whisper before placing my lips back down onto his. He lifts his hips slowly as I roll mine on top of him, riding his cock in a slow, yet increasingly pleasurable way. The head of his cock presses right against my g-spot, so whenever he rocks himself a bolt of bliss shoots through me.

  “I’ll be gentle with you all night long, Dove. Just you wait.” He hisses in a seductive tone, taking his lips from mine he kisses the bottom of my neck. All I can think about right now is how amazing I feel. How nothing in the world matters to me more than this moment, more than finding satisfaction in this man’s arms as he makes everything that troubles me wash away like seashells on the beach.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well deserved body, but rather a skid to the broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a ride!”

  ~ Hunter S. Thompson

  Mouser

  We fell asleep on the couch late last night and Sakura must’ve slithered off back to her bed at some point. I woke up ten minutes ago from my phone vibrating against the glass coffee table. Upon opening it I saw Damon wanted all of us in church as soon as possible. I swiftly put my clothes back on, ran a comb through my hair and washed my face before I headed over to the clubhouse.

  I was amongst the first men who arrived, the only other two beating me were Widow and Damon. The rest of the brothers came in with Amara.

  “Cobra and Mouser brought some news to me yesterday. After giving it a lot of thought I think it’s time for me to tell the rest
of you what they’ve learned, and the course of action I’ve chosen.” Damon states as the brothers take their assigned seats. I lean back up against the wall since I’m a prospect and haven’t rightfully earned my seat at the table yet. However, I hope when the time comes Damon will patch me in. Being a Reaper is in my blood, and just like bein’ a bounty hunter, it feels right.

  “You’ve been keeping secrets, brother?” Amara asks, cocking a brow, looking very unamused.

  “No, not secrets. I should make you all aware that Cobra’s birth father is the enforcer of the Lucifer’s Heretics MC.” Shit, he didn’t even give Cobra the option to tell us.

  “Your dad is Titan? Fuck.” Chaz questions, shocked beyond belief.

  “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t have a dad. I have a piece of shit, sperm donor who didn’t mind beating on women or children. Everyone catch my drift?” Cobra snarls to the room, balling his fists up. I knew there had to have been some sort of problems with his family, but now it all makes more sense. No one else makes the same mistake Chaz just did. Instead, they’re quiet, looking to our Prez.

  “We had a tip come in that Titan was on his way to Vegas and was going to meet with someone. I was made aware of the time and place, and last night I sent Cobra and Mouser to observe and gather information. While on their run they made a discovery that Vinny was selling information to Titan regarding Sakura being under the club’s protection. Vinny wanted to get paid a finder’s fee for not only giving Titan and the Heretics a handsome payday, but I’m imagining for the potential alliance they’d be able to acquire from the Yakuza. However, if we’re lucky they won’t know what hit them. Mouser was swift and suggested we go in while they don’t know we’re aware of anything. I think he’s right,” Prez looks directly at me, giving me a nod of approval. For the first time since I’ve been here, I feel valued. My dad always told me it would take a long time for the Reapers to show me I was wanted here, and this was well worth the wait.