Reaper Unleashed (21 page)

Reaper walked over to the other man noting the tension in his body. “Where’d Sarah go?” he asked.

Lock looked at him for a second before turning back to watch the two men he’d had his eye on. “She said she was going out with a friend. Some little redhead, cute too. Thought she’d told you since I saw her coming out of the private room.” Lock glanced at him again and Reaper would swear that his look was disapproving.

Reaper ignored the look and moved his eyes to the front row and the two men Lock was watching. One of them was shoving the other as Trixie finished her routine and headed off the stage. The man who’d been shoved said something to the other man before sitting down at the table next to the stage. Bambi was announced and came out in her schoolgirl outfit complete with a tie and a lollipop.

“Think that’s going to be a problem?” he asked Lock, still watching the two men.

“Don’t know. They’ve been getting more physical each time they're up near the stage. Been keeping an eye on them. I sent Iron and Animal with your girl. She’s safe. Didn’t look too happy when she left but she didn’t argue when I said I was having them go with her, just nodded and got into the car with the redheaded woman,” Lock said, leaning on the wall.

Reaper didn’t say anything even when Lock raised a brow expectantly. That was when the two men at the stage decided to start a fight with each other. The one who’d been shoved into the stage a few minutes ago slugged the other, knocking him back into the tables with a crash.

Fuck, he didn’t want to deal with this right now. Grimly, he and Lock moved forward, each grabbing a man. He got the shorter weasely one and Lock took the tall lanky one. They had both men on the floor in seconds. They lifted the two morons up and carried them towards the back door.

Reaper knocked the idiot he was shoving out the door onto his knees in the alley. “Motherfucker, what the fuck were you thinking starting shit in my fucking club?”

The man turned, wiping his bloody mouth with his sleeve before he whined, “I didn’t start that shit, he did. He kept stepping in front of me—“

Reaper cut him off, “I didn’t want an answer, asshole! If you don’t want me to kill your sorry ass you’ll get the fuck out of here. I don’t have the fucking patience for this.” Lock had shoved the other man out and they were both on their knees in the alley.

“And don’t fucking think to continue this here. Take it wherever the fuck you want, just not this club or this parking lot,” Lock told them from next to him. They watched as both men glared at the other and Reaper almost wished they would start fighting again. Then he’d have an excuse to shoot them. He was in a mood tonight and killing these idiots might make it better.

The men got to their feet and staggered away to their cages. Reaper ran a hand over jaw.

“You coming back inside?” Lock asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be in in a minute,” he told him as he fished his phone from his pocket. He sent a text to Sarah. The response was not to his liking. She’d told him to go to hell. He hit call and waited as the phone rang. If she knew what was good for her she’d pick up the fucking phone. On the tenth ring she answered, but it wasn’t what he expected.

“Go fuck Candy. I’m fucking busy right now, Reaper!” Sarah’s voice was curt and his dick became hard instantly. He could imagine fucking her while she told him to go to hell or fuck off in that voice. Damn she made him nuts, just fucking nuts! And horny. So fucking
horny
.

“Get your ass back here, Sarah. I need you,” Reaper growled.

“No. Go fuck your stupid ho-bag, asshole!” she said before she did something he’d never thought she’d do. She hung up on him and when he called her back, she didn’t answer. Little witch! He texted Iron telling him to stick to her ass like velcro and let him know if the damned firecracker got into trouble.

Iron didn’t text him back but that wasn’t surprising as the man was likely still following after Sarah. He knew that she’d be safe and her being able to cool down would be a good thing. The thought of her all hot and sassy was going to get her introduced to his harder side quickly, and he didn’t think she was ready for his full sexuality to be unleashed on her yet.

Storming back into the club, he sat down at the bar and motioned for Rabbit to give him a double shot of bourbon. He’d almost calmed his raging beast when his phone rang. He answered it without looking, expecting Sarah.

“Boss, I think we have a problem,” Iron’s voice said in his ear.

“What?” he growled, knowing that if anything had happened to Sarah he’d destroy the whole fucking world.

“I think you need to get here. Your old lady just walked into Spangles,” Iron said, fear entering his voice.

Motherfucker! Reaper was out of his seat and headed for the door without a word to anyone. No
fucking
way was he pausing for anything while his old lady was at Spangles.
No Fucking Way
!

“You stick to her like a second skin. Do you fucking understand me?” he said, his voice deadly.

“Yes,” the other man said. Reaper hung up and cranked his bike, headed in the direction of his old lady who was apparently determined to get her ass paddled tonight.

Sarah slammed the door to the private room and headed back to the office. She paced back and forth for a moment, so angry she could barely think. She couldn’t believe that asshole was in there with Candy. He’d said that as long as she wore his patch she had to be his, but he wasn’t hers. That was fucked up. If he owned her why didn’t the same rules apply to
him
. She’d had enough of this bullshit!

She snorted because she shouldn’t be surprised. She’d known when she’d moved in with him that she’d end up with her heart broken. He was a bastard. He wanted her to be his plaything.

She felt tears escaping her eyes. Digging out her phone, she dashed the tears from her cheeks as she dialed Sammy’s number. Reaper wanted to play with strippers, fine. She’d fucking play too. Only no man here was dumb enough to touch her after he’d beat the fuck out of George so she needed to find a man elsewhere. One who didn’t know she was Reaper’s ‘Old Lady’.

“Hey, Chica, long time no see. What’s up?” Sammy answered.

“Are you going to Spangles tonight?” she asked.

“Yes, but I thought you had tall, dark, and deadly to take care of giving you orgasms. Why do you need to go to Spangles?” Sammy asked cautiously.

“Just pick me up on your way, please,” Sarah asked through her gritted teeth. She wasn’t in the mood for this crap. She needed to get the hell out of this place and away from the knowledge that Reaper was likely in the room next door touching Candy. She couldn’t even think about him fucking her. It hurt too much. She felt an ache in her chest at the thought and tears threatened.

“Fuck, what happened?”

“Nothing,” she clipped out.

“I know you better than that. I’ll be there in about ten minutes, okay?” Sammy said.

“Okay, and Sammy.”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“You know I’m here for you, girl,” Sammy told her quietly before she hung up.

Sarah grabbed her bag, checking her reflection in the mirror by Reaper’s desk. She saw that her eyes were filled with anger and determination. Pushing up her boobs in the bra he’d insisted she wear today, she shimmied the skirt down her thighs, smoothing it, before applying some more lipstick and combing her hair. Taking one last look, she nodded at herself and exited the office with a determined stride. She was down the hall and almost to the door of the club when Lock stepped in front of her.

She glared at Reaper’s lapdog, determined that he wasn’t going to stop her. “What?” she demanded.

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” Sarah told him through her gritted teeth.

“Out where?” he asked, looking at her with his head tilted to the right trying to gauge her expression she’d bet.

“Just out with a friend,” Sarah told him angrily, trying to go around him.

He reached out taking her arm. “Male or female?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed.

“Female. Now let me go or I will knee you in the balls, Lock.”

He didn’t release her arm right away. Instead he turned back to the bar, motioning to a man she didn’t recognize and Iron. She glared at him, wanting to knee him in the balls, but she needed to get out of here and if she kneed him he’d run to Reaper to tattle.

“What’s up, Lock?” Iron asked.

“Follow her and her friend. Make sure they’re safe,” he told Iron and Animal, the other man who’d come over to them. He released her then and Sarah growled angrily, “I don’t need protection.”

“Don’t care, you get it. You know the rules, Sarah. Reaper explained them to you after he gave you his patch. Now, get the fuck over it,” Lock told her. She knew that this was one fight she’d lose because Reaper was an asshole and he’d likely kill the other man for letting her leave without protection. “Err––fine. Let’s go, asshats.”

Sarah walked out, not bothering to wait to see if the two men followed; she knew they would. Lock stepped outside too, watching her with an oddly sympathetic expression. Sammy was driving into the parking lot and pulled up next to her and she got into the car, slamming the door.

“Go. Now,” she told Sammy, who complied. She saw the two men running to their bikes as they took off.

“Wow, that’s some outfit,” Sammy said, eyeing Sarah’s tight black leather skirt and her tank top, with her modest breasts pushed up by the bra she wore underneath. She also wore Reaper’s property patch because she’d known she’d never have gotten out the door without the damned thing. It was like a freaking dog collar.

“He makes me dress this way to work at the club.”

“That explains it. I was thinking it was really out of character for you to be so…umm, displayed. So what happened? You sounded upset when you called. Are you okay?” Sammy asked.

“No, the jerkoff who gave me his patch is a jackass,” Sarah told her, anger still boiling inside her at the idea of him with Candy.

“Okaaay, so I’m guessing your man did something that pissed you off,” Sammy said, waiting as she drove towards Spangles.

“He’s with a stripper right now probably fucking her,” Sarah spat out.

“Shit. Sarah, I’m so sorry, hon.”

“It just pisses me off because he thinks I shouldn’t be pissed about it because he’s a man or some dumb shit. He has a double standard and I am supposed to remain faithful to him but he doesn’t have to afford me the same courtesy,” Sarah told her

“Dang, that sucks. I thought he was a nice guy. He’s been taking care of you and Josh, hasn’t he?” Sammy asked.

“Yeah. I just don’t think I want to deal with the strings attached to this damned patch anymore,” Sarah told her, looking in the rearview mirror and seeing Iron and Animal hot on their tail. She’d had enough. She’d stashed enough money in the past weeks to get a small place for her and Josh. She’d be able to find work elsewhere. She wasn’t going to be fucking him after he’d fucked Candy.

Her phone buzzed and she looked at it seeing a text from Reaper. She snorted, “Yeah right, you fucking dick!” She sent her reply angrily.

“Was that from him?” Sammy asked.

“Yes. The son of a bitch wants me to come back so he can screw me because she made him horny. Fuck him!” Sarah wanted to scream.

“Well, at least you know if he wants you to come back that he didn’t screw her.” Sammy looked at her with a slight grimace on her face.

She knew as well as Sarah did that it was bad if he was getting a hard-on from another woman before he fucked her. It was one step away from cheating. He would actually be cheating before long if he wasn’t already and Sarah wasn’t going to allow him to use her like that. She wasn’t a fucking toy that he could play with when he wanted and put away when he was done.

Her phone began to ring. She was not in the mood to talk to him so she ignored the first ring.

“Are you going to answer?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then.” Sammy glanced at her before she turned back to the road. Sarah waited for him to give up, but when the phone just kept ringing she growled angrily and answered.

“Go fuck Candy. I’m fucking busy right now, Reaper!” she roared into the phone, pissed off beyond words.

“Get your ass back here, Sarah. I need you,” Reaper growled. She couldn’t believe the man’s gall. How dare he demand that when she’d just told him to go fuck his whore. The bastard.

“No. Go fuck your stupid ho-bag, asshole!” she screamed, hanging up.

“Are you sure that was a good idea, Sarah? Bikers don’t take being insulted well and he might hurt you or Josh.” Sammy looked worried, frightened even.

Sarah wasn’t. She knew Reaper wouldn’t hurt her or her son. He was a good man despite his douchiness tonight. He might kick them out but he wouldn’t harm them. She didn’t care anymore, she was leaving him anyway. She wasn’t going to put up with this bullshit.

“He won’t hurt us. It’s fine,” she assured her friend, who still looked unsure.

“If you say so. I really hope you’re right.” Sammy parked near the entrance of Spangles. “What are you thinking for tonight? You know this club isn’t really, umm…light. I’m worried in the mood you’re in tonight you’ll get yourself into trouble we can’t get you out of,” Sammy said, looking at her apprehensively.

“That’s what they’re for,” Sarah said, pointing to the two bikes that were entering the parking lot.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Sammy said, grabbing her collar and snapping it into place around her neck.

“I’m sure,” Sarah said as she followed Sammy into Spangles. A dominatrix was standing near the items check in the front and she looked Sarah up and then back down as she waited on the ticket from the girl who was checking items.

“You a sub too?” she asked Sarah, her eyes alight with dark desires.

“No,” Sarah said, staring the woman down, fire burning in her amber eyes. She knew not to let the woman see her flinch. She’d actually been to the club more than once and she knew how to handle the female doms. They were easier to handle than the males, which was why she was glad Lock had insisted on sending Iron and Animal with her.

“Too bad. You change your mind you ask for Madam Lee,” she said, walking off after the girl gave her a ticket. Sarah and Sammy checked their bags and entered the club as Iron and Animal opened the door to walk in.

“Sarah, get your ass back here!” Iron yelled. She turned and shot him the finger as they entered, knowing the two men would have to stop to check their guns.

“Damn girl, you’ve lost your mind, haven’t you?” Sammy asked, making her laugh for the first time that night.

The fact that she was actually frightened of the Blue Bandits made Sarah laugh. Not all of them were good men but most of them were and the idea that any of them would hurt her while she was Reaper’s old lady was laughable. They were too frightened of him to even think about it. Of course, when she gave him back his patch tonight she might have a problem, so maybe she should be a bit more careful.

This thought depressed her and she headed towards the bar with Sammy in tow. When they made it she ordered two whiskeys straight up. When the bartender set the drinks on the bar, she knocked hers back. Sammy shook her head before doing the same.

“Girl, you know I love you. But I’m starting to think living with those bikers has made you into an insane person. You never used to drink whiskey like that and you certainly never would have walked into a bondage club in an outfit like that one,” Sammy told her, indicating the way her small breasts were displayed again.

“Yes, well maybe it’s because I wasn’t trying to get even with a man then and now I am,” Sarah grumbled and took Sammy’s arm, dragging her towards the crowded dance floor.

“Sarah, dancing with no collar isn’t a good idea. They’ll all want to collar you,” Sammy told her and Sarah snorted, pointing over her shoulder at the two men who’d begun to follow them through the crowd.

“Not with those two on our heels, trust me. Nobody is going to piss them off.” She pulled Sammy out and into the middle of the floor. They’d been dancing for a few minutes when a man approached her and after a questioning glance, put his hand on Sarah’s hip and began to dance with her. She smiled at him and allowed it. They’d just gotten into a groove when suddenly he was jerked away from her and pushed away.

“Get the fuck away from her, dickhead, or Reaper will fucking kill you,” Iron growled before turning to glare at Sarah. “You are going to get someone killed. What the fuck are you playing at, Sarah?”

“You’re not my damned keeper and he doesn’t own me!” she yelled back, anger boiling up inside her, making her ears ring and her palms sweat as her blood rushed hotly through her veins. She wanted to scream and rant at the injustice of his rules but she didn’t.

“He does own you, Sarah. That’s what his patch means and you can trust me, you don’t want to play with him. Not tonight. He will end up killing someone. Do you want someone to die? Fuck, you saw how he reacted the other night and you really want to test him on that?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed and his hands resting on his hips. “Stop playing with other people’s lives, little girl!”

“Fuck you! This is what says he has the right to tell me what to do? Fine then, fucking take it and leave me the fuck alone! Now, I don’t belong to him anymore!” Sarah said, ripping off the soft leather vest she’d worn every night with pride since he’d given it to her. Her heart ached as she threw her patch in Iron’s face.