Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2

by J. D. Lowrance

  “Don’t touch me,” I yelled as I looked from Greasy to Scary. “I swear to God, Tank is going to kill you.”

  “A dead man is not going to save you,” giggled Greasy, rubbing his hands together. The look in his eyes was half past crazy and borderline insane. Maybe I should call him scary like crazy, fucking scary. Scary released my ankle as he grabbed my chin turning me to face him.

  “That’s right little girl.” A tear escaped as Greasy’s words sank in. No, not Tank! “Your knight is dead and no one knows where you are but us and Crazy Z.” I gasped at the knowledge that Crazy Z was behind this. “That’s right. And we are to bring you to him first thing in the morning.” I tried to shake my head as tears streamed down my face. Tremors ran through my body as I thought back to the time with Crazy Z in the tent. Not again.

  “Yeah,” snickered Greasy. I turned my head slightly to see as he crept closer to the bed, his fingers wiggling like the legs of a spider right before it landed on its prey.

  “So,” Scary said, drawing my eyes back to his, “What should we do to pass the time?” He raised his eyebrows in question as if waiting for me to respond.

  My breathing was ragged as anger replaced my fear. “Go fuck yourself,” I gritted through my teeth.

  “Now now little girl,” Scary warned, releasing my chin and shaking his head back and forth. “You don’t want to piss us off.”

  Greasy laughed like a hyena in a loud, high-pitched voice. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Oh. My. God! He reached out to me, causing me to turn towards Scary. Anything to get away from him, but he did not stop as he took a strand of my hair, wrapping it around his finger. “So soft,” he crooned. “Touch it Blaze.”

  “Shut the fuck up. No names we said,” Scary, now Blaze, screamed at Greasy as he knocked his hand away from me. I cried out as my head jerked towards Greasy, because he still held onto my hair.

  “See, she wants me. Untie her,” howled Greasy as his second hand cupped my face. Blaze tugged on the ties, undoing them as Greasy leaned forward like he was going to kiss me while I screamed, “NOOOOO.”

  Sunlight filled the room blinding us all right as the most random sound, of what I can only describe as a book being slammed on a table, shot through the room as Greasy’s body slammed into the wall behind him. The dark room enveloped us once again as Blaze yelled, “Fuck.” I watched breathlessly as Greasy’s body slid down the wall leaving a trail of blood that followed his limp body. Blaze jerked my body in front of his as he stood up. He continued to yell at someone but my eyes never left Greasy as his body came to a stop. The bed blocked most of his body with only his head sticking up, but ever so slowly it started leaning to the side as he fell out of view. All that was left was a red streak with chucks of what I was guessing were bits of brains stuck to the wall. I gagged, closing my eyes, but I still saw the image play across the darkness; a sight I knew would haunt me forever.

  “Campbell . . . Campbell . . . look at me damn it.” The voice sounded like it was at the end of a tunnel. It sounded so familiar, but it was hard to hear with the thump of my heart beat in my ears.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Blaze yelled as he stayed behind me.

  “Campbell . . . please Sunshine, look at me.” Sunshine! That word alone had my eyes snapping open to find the man who said it.

  Tank. “Tank,” I murmured as my eyes feasted on the very much alive man before me. He looked like shit but he was alive and breathing. His hand held a gun with a silencer on it.

  “Let her go NOW.” I could hear Tank’s barely contained rage in his voice.

  “No fucking way asshole. Get the fuck out before I kill her.” Blaze’s voice wavered on the last few words telling us that there was no way he was going to kill me.

  “Crazy Z would skin you alive if you killed her,” Tank countered as he took a step towards us. How did he know Crazy Z was a part of this?

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Blaze said as he took a step back, dragging me with him.

  “Oh really. Your cut says otherwise asshole,” growled Tank.

  No more weak Campbell. My pep talk from the rest stop bathroom came back to me as I felt my courage growing. I eyed Tank trying to get his attention. I moved my eyes to the right as I slightly tilted my head. Tank never indicated that he got what I was trying to convey until he yelled, “Now!” out of the blue. I threw my body to the right as two pops sounded. Blaze’s grip tightened as the impact from the bullets threw him backwards, bringing me with him. As I landed on top of him, the arm around my waist instantly loosened right as Tank was dragging me away from Blaze. Two quick pops filled the quiet.

  “Tank,” I cried as I crawled up his body, burying my face in his neck.

  “Sunshine,” he murmured, holding me snug against his body. We stood like this for a few minutes before he pulled away slightly. “I need to make a phone call.”

  “Ok,” I sighed as he put me down. I wobbled a little so Tank kept one hand on my shoulder.

  “You alright?” asked Tank. His eyes back to the bottomless oil pits from when I first met him.

  “Yes,” I said as I shook my head no. A quirk of his lips was his only response as he sat me down on the bed. Tank went over to Blaze, searching his pockets for God only knows what. He stood up showing me the phone he pulled off Blaze. After dialing, Tank brought the phone to his ear. A tear ran down my cheek as I heard Colt’s voice on the other end.

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “Brother,” Tank replied.

  “Tank. Thank fuck. Where the hell are you?” I heard Colton say. Logan’s voice could be heard as she yelled question after question at Tank.

  “Some shit motel two towns over,” Tank said after Colton got Logan to calm down. After giving me one last look, Tank turned and walked to the door, opening it just enough to slip through. I heard him say, “I need a clean-up crew A-SAP,” as he closed the door behind him.

  I looked around the room taking in the carnage that Tank unleashed in just a few minutes. Weak Campbell decided to make an appearance as I laid down on the bed curling into a ball as I cried. My tears were for what I just witnessed, for Tank because he would have to live with killing two men and for Logan and myself at fear of what Crazy Z would do next. Tank returned some time later scooping me up and carrying me out of the room. I clung to him because he was once again my hero and I knew without a doubt my everything.

  He turned left, taking me down the walkway. “I was going to get us a room so we could freshen up while we wait for my brothers to get here,” he said as he walked down the motel steps to the ground floor. He put me down at the bottom, leaving me there as he got another room.

  Once we were settled in the room, Tank turned to me. “Why don’t you go shower? Colton said Logan would pack a change of clothes for you.”

  “Ok,” I said as the last bit of adrenaline left my body. I swayed on my feet as dark spots crept across my vision.

  “Whoa.” Tank caught me before I hit the floor. “You ok?

  “No,” I answered. I felt the tears starting to build as I looked him in the eyes.

  “Shh, Sunshine. It’s ok,” Tank said, cupping my jaw. I winced when he touched my battered cheek.

  “Fuck!” Tank howled through clenched teeth. I tried taking a step back, his outburst surprising me. “Shit,” he muttered as he ran his hands through his hair. A tear slipped down my cheek as I continued to stare at him; at a lost to the sudden rage that radiated from him.

  Tank took one, then another step towards me. Slow and deliberate, he treated me like I was a wounded animal that would run away at any moment. He stopped right in front of me. “Sunshine, I . . . seeing your beautiful face all banged up because of me sets me on fucking edge.”

  “Because of you?” I asked as I closed the little distance between us. “You are the reason, twice now, that I don’t have more wounds from this horrible weekend.” He shook his head no as I stood on my tippy toes, linking my arms around his neck. “Yes. You. Are.” I p
unctuated each word so he would know how serious I was. His gaze was distant as he looked out over my head. “Look at me,” I said, wanting his eyes on me. He did as I asked; showing me the thoughts that ran through his head that he would never put a voice to.

  “Tank,” I paused, wanting to say so many things. Instead, I pulled his head to mine, slamming my lips against his. Tank stiffened but quickly gave in as I ran my tongue along the seam of his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to him as he opened his lips allowing me the access I had been craving for a month. The kiss turned needy in a matter of moments as the need to feel the other alive and whole grew.

  Tank

  I needed to put space between us, but like a moth I was physically drawn to her light; my Sunshine. When her lips found mine I knew in that moment that nothing would ever taste better. Fuck she tastes good. Like the first day of summer as a kid, all those months of sunshine and fun staring you in the face. My body, my heart would never get enough even though my mind was screaming for me to step away. I started to pull away but she wrapped her arms around my neck holding me in place.

  All thoughts but her flew from my mind as her tongue touched mine. Every kiss tasted better than the one before it. My will power was for shit right now. The hunger for her grew. My hands wandered down her back to her ass, which I squeezed twice before lifting her up. Sunshine wrapped her toned legs around my waist, bringing her heat right up against my cock. I moaned in response. Her legs tightened as she started to rock against me. My hips bucked into hers with each brush of her pussy against me. I needed her fucking naked now!

  “Tank,” Sunshine urged as I laid her in the bed letting my weight sink against her. “Please,” she gasped as she continued to rub her pussy against me chasing her release.

  “That’s it Sunshine,” I crooned as I shifted slightly allowing my hand to run along the top of my jeans she wore, that were so big I had no trouble fitting my hand between them and her skin. I found her panties wet with her wanting. Her breathy moans had me moving her panties to the side as my fingers pushed through her folds. Back and forth I rubbed her pussy, until finally entering her with one finger. A groan escaped me as her pussy grabbed onto my finger pulling it deeper into her. I added a second as Campbell’s back arched off the bed and her hips moved in time with my hand.

  My thumb rubbed against her clit as I encouraged her. “Let go Sunshine. I got you.” I applied more pressure as my lips trailed along her jaw to her ear. Campbell’s movements became frantic as she pressed her core harder and faster against my hand. Her breathing hitched as she stiffened in my arms. “That’s it Sunshine,” I murmured as I continued to massage her pussy. She shuddered as her eyes rolled back; her orgasm overtaking her. Fucking perfect. Sunshine coming apart in my arms was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I could not wait until it was my dick wrapped in her pussy coated in her juices bringing this look to her face.

  When both of our breathing finally slowed, I lifted my head. What greeted me was the stuff of wet dreams. Campbell looked thoroughly sated with her lips red and swollen from our passionate exchange, her hair fanned out all around her as she lay motionless in my arms.

  “Go shower Sunshine,” I directed as I untangled our limbs and stood. I adjusted my rock hard cock as I took a deep breath.

  “What about you?” Her whispered question had me swinging my gaze back to find her eyes glued to my erection that strained against my jeans.

  “I’m good,” I said, adjusting myself again. I was so horny, even my touch egged the sucker on. My dick twitched as Campbell started to reach out to touch it.

  “Shower NOW,” I commanded as I took another step back and out of her reach. My breathing heavy as I fought for control. Down boy!

  “Join me?” asked Campbell. Fuck. That question never got old. I loved when she was bold like that, letting me know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Damn.

  “You go,” I croaked. Her shoulders slumped in disappointment as she nodded her head. I walked over blocking her path to the bathroom as I lifted her chin, bringing her rich chocolate eyes to mine. “Not because I don’t want to.” And boy did I want.

  “Rain check?” she questioned as her eyes lit up.

  “Go.” My non-answer not going unnoticed by Campbell. She shook her head as I stepped out of her way. I smacked her ass as she passed me, which earned me a squeal but got her moving. Sunshine gave me one last look and a wink before closing the door. When I heard the shower start I went back outside to wait for my brothers. A million thoughts of why that, this, was wrong ran through my head. I tried everything to not picture Campbell naked and wet just ten steps away. I failed miserably!

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Campbell

  Tank’s tight rein on his control was getting to be too much. How could he constantly walk away from me? His cock strained against his jeans letting me know he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Yet he still stopped us from going any further.

  Stupid man!

  I bypassed the mirror as I started the shower not wanting to see how bad I looked after seeing Tank’s rough appearance. The shower did little to wash away the anxiety I was feeling as the memories of the last 24 hours continued to play through my mind. No amount of scrubbing seemed to make me feel clean. Just the thought of Crazy Z and then Blaze and Greasy touching me made my skin crawl. The only relief I felt was when I imagined Tank’s touch along my body.

  After I finished, I wrapped a towel around my body at the same time I heard the sound of pipes in the distance. The panic rose as my breathing grew faster and faster as the roar of the bikes got louder, bringing them closer and closer to me. Spots appeared in the corners of my eyes as I became light headed. With my back against the wall, I slumped to the floor. The coolness of the tiles reminded me that I was behind a locked motel door. I quickly pressed the lock on the bathroom door, making it two locked doors between me and the riders.

  The moment that always followed when pipes were laid to rest used to be my favorite thing in the world. Now the deafening silence filled me with a dread as thick as motor oil. I felt coated in it as I curled in on myself.

  A few minutes later I heard the motel door opened followed by Tank’s unmistakably deep voice, then a soft knock on the door. “Sunshine,” he called out. I shook my head in response. “Sunshine please let me in.” Where was kick ass Campbell? Obviously she had washed down the drain.

  My body trembled as I slowly uncurled it and turned the knob unlocking the door. I curled back up as the door opened slightly. Tank stuck his head in, looking around until he found me up against the tub in the corner. “Jesus, Sunshine, what the fuck?” he uttered, squeezing himself into the bathroom.

  “I . . . I . . . I showered . . . and . . . and . . . the noise . . . the bikes . . . and . . .” I trailed off again as my voice cracked. My breathing erratic, my mind out of control as images of the last day assaulted me. Tears threatened to spill over as I pressed my forehead into my knees. I rocked back and forth, back and forth.

  “Shhh, Sunshine,” Tank whispered as he wrapped his strong arms around me, lifting me off the floor and onto his lap as he sat on the closed toilet. Safe. I never knew what that felt like until now. Before it was an empty word that meant you were protected, shielded. Now it was a physical word that represented Tank’s arms, his body; a haven from everything but him.

  “No one, and I mean no one, is going to hurt you ever again. I swear to you.” His forehead rested against mine. When I looked up at him, he leaned in, lightly brushing his lips against mine. When he pulled away his eyes were the most amber I had ever seen them, the truth shining through.

  “Ok,” I replied after I stared into his eyes a moment longer. “I believe you.” Tank’s thumb wiped away the tears that flowed too easy down my cheeks.

  “I have clothes for you,” he said. “The guys brought us some food. Get dressed then you can eat. I got some shit to do and then I will be back.”

  “Ok,” I agreed as he stood and low
ered me to my feet. Once I was steady he stepped back out of the bathroom, but immediately opened it again with a bag of clothes.

  “I’ll be right back.” His whispered words giving me the strength I needed to leave this bathroom.

  “Ok,” I replied. I heard the motel door close again as I got dressed in the matching cotton bra and panty set Logan sent, along with a pair of cut-off jeans and a black tank top. I avoided the mirror once again as I left the bathroom, not wanting any more reminders since my mind seemed to have perfect recall. With no brush in the bag, I finger combed my hair as I walked over to the other bags left on the small round table.

  The smell of fast food goodness made any depressing thoughts disappear as my stomach growled. I pillaged the McDonald’s bag finding a few Quarter Pounders and a large french fry. I inhaled the burger, only stopping to wash down bigger bites with the most amazing tasting Coke in the world.

  Why is it that Cokes taste better from McDonalds? Maybe it was the added carbonation or the wider, striped straws. Whatever it was, McDonalds had to keep doing it because this was some damn good shit.

  The thought made me laugh as the belch I was working on finally came out. Of course, Tank chose that moment to walk through the door. I was so entranced by the feast before me I did not even hear the key in the lock.

  “Glad to see you eating,” chuckled Tank as he closed and locked the door behind him.

  “So good,” I replied as I grabbed several fries and shoved them in my mouth. I looked up to see Tank smiling down at me. I put my hand up to cover my mouth full of food as I asked, “Join me?”

  “Soon,” was all he said as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the water in the sink and then soon after the toilet flushing. Tank was back out before I was able to get another mouthful down.

  “Slow down Sunshine,” he teased as he put one hand on the bed and kissed my forehead.

  “So good,” I moaned. My stomach flopped as I saw his eyes darken at the sounds I was making.