Reaper Unleashed (27 page)

It took them five hours to locate Marta and her two mercenaries. They where holed up in a motel about two miles from town. They went in, taking out the two mercenaries easily, but when they found Marta she was sitting with Josh behind her in a playpen. She was holding a gun and stood in front of him so they couldn’t shoot her. If any of the bullets passed through her body, they might hit Josh. He wasn’t willing to risk that.

Reaper walked into the room with his hands raised, Lock and Rebel behind him.

“I’m here for the boy,” he said, looking at Marta. She looked crazed. Her hair was matted in places and she was unable to stand straight.

She was waving the gun at the boy and appeared to be swaying back and forth. It was obvious to him that she was drunk. He couldn’t believe that she had somehow gotten a jump on Sarah. It must have been the mercenaries who planned the snatch.

Reaper was providing a decoy while Iron, who’d gone around the outside of the building, came in through a window to grab Josh.

“Well of course you are. Cause she wants the brat, right? I don’t get her. She had the perfect chance to get rid of it. My son gave her all those credits. My credits, ones he stole from me. He gave them to that bitch and she didn’t even get the abortion.” Marta waved the gun towards Josh, shaking her head.

“But now I get to offer you a deal, Mr. Biker Man. You can get rid of him without her ever knowing you did it. We can sell him and make a pretty bundle too. Twenty thousand credits apiece. Then you don’t have to deal with her brat anymore. Just tell her you looked and couldn’t find him. Who wants to raise someone else’s brat. Am I right?” Marta laughed wildly, her eyes glassy and her movements jerky.

Reaper saw Iron enter the window, which was cracked just enough that he could open it. Iron paused against the wall, then began moving slowly forward towards Josh.

“How much?” he asked when she started to look around the room. He was trying to distract her from Iron, who was almost to the playpen.

“Twenty thousand. I was surprised too. Forty thousand for a kid? Couldn’t be worth that much, right? But people will pay that, I’ve talked to them. If we did an auction it could be more. Weirdos mostly want the kids, you know, the perverts who like kids young. I don’t care though, I just want my credits back, you know. I’m sure you want the kid gone too. I still can’t believe that she kept him. But just think of it, all those credits and the brat is gone. No more annoying clingy kid to deal with and you get lots of credits. She’d never know about it.” Marta looked gleeful as she relayed her plan. Reaper felt horror that this woman was such a waste of space that she wanted to sell her own grandson to perverts.

Josh was crying behind her and Reaper wanted to kill the woman for that alone. Josh was frightened and it made the coldness inside him melt because the fury burned so bright it was blinding. He needed Josh out of the room; he didn’t need to see his grandmother killed.

“Dada, Dada,” Josh cried, reaching his arms out for him when he was close enough to see him. It broke something inside Reaper that he couldn’t grab the boy to reassure him when that was what he wanted to do.

“Wow, that must be annoying. Him calling you dada when you aren’t even his father. This is a win, win. See you get more credit and you don’t have to deal with the brat anymore,” Marta said, waving the gun again. Iron grabbed Josh and he quickly began moving out of the room. Reaper smiled coldly as he moved past him with Josh.

“Hey, where’s he taking the kid?” Marta demanded.

Reaper stepped up to her knocking the gun out of her hand easily. Lock and Rebel moved, grabbing the woman and shoving her to her knees with her arms behind her back. She looked shocked to find herself on the floor.

“Want me to kill her, boss?” Lock asked.

“What are you doing? You can’t just kill me. I’m doing you a favor. Why are you doing this? Why?” Marta asked.

“You took
my son,
bitch! Nobody messes with my family. What did you expect?” Reaper asked, truly wanting to know for about a second. 

“No, I…” But she never finished because Reaper had lost interest. It didn’t matter because nobody threatened his woman or his son.

Exiting the building, he went to Iron who was holding Josh. He held out his arms and the boy jumped at him. Reaper held his sweet little body against his own, grateful that his son was okay and safe. Josh held his face for a second after a long hug.

“Mama go sleep, Dada. She not wake up.” Tears ran down his face and Reaper couldn’t stand it. Reaper hugged him, kissing the boy’s forehead.

“Mama’s okay, buddy. She sent daddy to get you. Want to go see her?” he asked, hoping that Sammy had forced Sarah to clean up, otherwise she was going to scare Josh. Josh nodded his head vigorously. Then he lay his head on Reaper’s shoulder, clinging to him.

“Gama mean. Hurt mama. Osh no like Gama,” he said.

“I don’t like her either, buddy. I made Grandma go, she went away,” Reaper said as they climbed into the cage they’d brought with them so that they could bring Josh home.

“Gama no see Osh?”

“Not anymore, buddy. Daddy made sure,” Reaper told him. He wanted to tell Josh that he’d killed her and that she was never coming back so that he would feel safe but he didn’t think that was something a two-year-old should be told. He was innocent and should be protected from the harsh reality of their life until he was old enough to handle it.

He knew that being snatched from his mother had scared Josh enough for one night without exposing him to the harsh realities of life. Josh clung to him and Reaper didn’t force him to let go so that he could put him into his car seat because he knew Josh needed the contact. Hell, he needed the contact. Reaper had been worried for hours and he was grateful that his son was okay.

He smiled into Josh’s hair thinking of Sarah’s reaction if she knew Reaper hadn’t put Josh into his seat. She’d likely shoot him.

They pulled up in front of the club. Reaper got out with Josh and headed inside. Sarah was in his booth waiting surrounded by Burner, Sammy and Bull. When she saw them she jumped up, running over to hug them. She looked better and they had cleaned her up.

“Josh, baby,” Sarah cried, grabbing him into her arms as she cried. She would have fallen if Reaper hadn’t caught her when her knees gave out, so great was her relief.

She peppered kisses on Josh‘s face holding him tightly. Reaper half carried her into the office where he sat on the couch with Sarah and Josh in his arms, kissing the top of her head.

Burner was standing in the doorway and Sammy stood along the wall watching them. Reaper felt a sense of peace settle inside him. It had evaded him all night but holding Sarah and Josh in his arms reassured him that everything was going to be okay. He knew that as long as the two of them were okay, everything would be fine.

Sarah walked into the main area of Ink Bandits where Animal and Flame were playing cards. Pansy had the day off. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the large hulking figure being called Pansy. Every time she heard them say his name she wanted to laugh. She didn’t want to offend the man because he was nice so she did her best to refrain. If he was here tonight she would have asked him to do the ink she wanted to get as a surprise for Reaper.

Earlier today she had called Sammy to ask her to pick up Josh tonight from Derik, who was keeping him because Mrs. Black’s daughter had a recital at school. Sammy was picking him up so that Sarah could surprise Reaper. She had planned this for weeks and when Sammy had finally finished the design to her satisfaction, she had formed a plan. Now she just had to get one of them to agree to do the work. She felt more comfortable asking Flame because Animal was still a bit of a mystery to her.

“Will you do some ink for me?” she asked Flame.

“Sure, where do you want it?” he asked, looking up at her grinning. Sarah showed him the design she had Sammy draw a week ago. Sammy was actually a really good artist. She’d drawn what Sarah wanted perfectly.

“Wow, nice. Did you draw this?”

“No, Sammy did.” Sarah saw Animal shift to look at the design before she glanced back at Flame.

“So, where are we putting it?” Sarah pointed to her hip, seeing him pale and begin shaking his head frantically. He then stared at her in silence for what seemed like forever before he blurted, “Oh hell no! I am not getting killed for putting a tattoo there!”

His eyes were hard and he crossed his arms, looking grim. “You want him to kill me, don’t you? I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you want me dead,” he accused.

“For goodness sakes, it’s my hip, not my vagina! He won’t kill you, that’s crazy,” Sarah said in an exasperated tone unable to believe that he was refusing because he’d see her hip. Reaper wouldn’t kill him for putting a tattoo on her hip for goodness sakes.

“Nun-uh, I am not doing it. You’d have to pull your pants down so I could do the work and that would get me killed. Not happening!” Flame growled.

“I’ll do it,” Animal said from across the table and Sarah beamed at him.

“Thank you, Animal. At least someone around here has some balls!” she grumbled as she followed Animal into his work area.

“Yeah, and they will be cut off right after Reaper sees that tattoo!” Flame called after them, earning a dark glower from Sarah.

Sarah waited in the bedroom. She was naked and Reaper should be home any minute. She inspected the ink in the mirror, smiling. He was going to love it. Animal had done an excellent job and she loved it. It was exactly what she had wanted.

She heard the door and grinned as she heard Reaper calling out for her. “In here,” she called and Reaper appeared in the doorway.

“Where’s Josh a– you’re naked.” His eyes widened and he stared at her naked back.

“I am,” Sarah said, coyly looking over her shoulder at Reaper who looked like he was about to swallow his tongue. He blinked several times before he stared openly at her bare ass.

“Jo–Josh?” he asked in a high-pitched squeaky voice as he stepped into the room, moving slowly towards her. Reaper moved so slowly, his eyes glued to her naked body as he moved across the room towards her. Sarah turned to face him and was gratified when his eyes dropped to her breasts and stayed.

“Is staying with his Aunty Sam tonight,” Sarah informed him as he neared her. His eyes darkened with desire and he smiled wickedly. She let out a naughty giggle.

“You planned this, didn’t you? Why you naughty little girl. I should ignore you all night to teach you a lesson,” Reaper hissed while his eyes devoured her. She knew he wasn’t really going to ignore her, but decided to play a game with him. She had made dinner and he hadn’t noticed the tattoo yet. He was reaching out to cup her breasts when she spun away and headed into the kitchen.

“Oh well, okay then. I guess we might as well have dinner since you’re going to ignore me,” she told him as she marched into the kitchen. He followed close behind, his eyes now on her tight ass as she walked towards the kitchen.

He was hard as stone and she was sexy as fuck walking around the loft naked. He might have to make it a tradition. They could have Sammy or Burner keep Josh and call it naked Tuesdays. The idea had merit, he decided, still on her heels.

A ray of light was cast across her breasts as she passed through the living room and he thought of the windows and someone else feasting their eyes on her beauty. He paused by the statue of Venus and pressed the button to bring down the shutters before heading into the kitchen.

She was bent over with her tight ass facing the door and he could see her pussy peeking at him. He groaned because, damn, that was a pretty sight. She pulled something from the oven and set it down on the counter. Sarah began grabbing plates from the cabinet and he was so horny that he wanted to tackle her to the floor and fuck her silly. Only he liked this playful side of her and he wanted more so he clamped down on the urge.

She set the plates on the table and he watched her sit down. He followed her, watching her breasts bounce. He sat down next to her pulling his cut off and laying it on the chair beside him. Two could play this game, he decided.

“Man, it’s really hot in here, isn’t it. I can see why you thought naked was better.” He pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside.

Sarah stared at his chest, her breath coming in light pants and he grinned. Oh yeah, his baby was just as turned on as he was. He leaned forward grabbing the salt, which was sitting beside her plate, his hand brushing against her breast as he pulled it back. Her eyes widened and he wanted to laugh but managed to hold it in.

She took a bite of the chicken and rice casserole she’d made and put it into her mouth, letting out a blissful moan that sounded orgasmic and he wanted to jerk her out of the chair and kiss her. They ate like that, teasing and taunting each other as they finished the meal. Neither of them ate much, but they sure enjoyed teasing each other while they did.

When they were done, Sarah said she would clean up but Reaper couldn’t take any more and lifted her into his arms, throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass lightly as he took off towards the bedroom with her.

“What are you doing? You are ignoring me!” she demanded laughing.

“Ha, as if I could, baby. You make me hornier than a teenager. I’m going to fuck you senseless for hours for teasing me like this,” Reaper told her as he tossed her on the bed. He jerked his boots off and jerked at the opening of his pants. Watching her on the bed, his eyes running up and down her body, he paused. What was that?

“What’s on your hip, Sarah?” he asked, leaning forward to get a better look.

“It’s a tattoo,” she stated the obvious. Reaper felt like he had been sucker punched.

On her left hip just below her belly button was a small grim reaper drawn with excellent detail and beneath it were the words ‘Forever Reaper’s property’. He ran his fingers over the tattoo in awe. She’d placed this on her body for him and he knew then with a clarity he hadn’t felt in years that he loved her. Loved her so deeply that it would destroy him if anything happened to her. He would never survive without her and Josh, it just wasn’t possible. They were it for him, this woman who’d breathed life back into him and the boy he had claimed as his own.

And she loved him back with such passion that she’d inked his property patch onto her skin. Reaper felt tears in his eyes for the first time in years because he had almost rejected this perfect woman. Had almost lost her because he wanted to save his pride and now he realized that he never would have been able to live without her. Not even for a single day.

He looked up, his grey eyes stormy, and said the only thing he could to her in that moment. “I love you, Sarah.”

She smiled a warm inviting smile and held her arms out to him. He finished removing his pants and joined her allowing her arms to wrap around him and what she whispered made him laugh. “I know.”

He kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting to meet hers in a dance of lust and love as they began to touch and taste each other with passion. His hands held her tightly to him as he explored her body, sliding over her breasts to cup the firm mound, his mouth seeking the tip. She moaned, arching into him, her hands clinging to his shoulders. He grunted, pulling back to lick around the tightened nipple he was playing with. Her hand buried into his hair and she moaned again, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He pressed against her opening, feeling the wetness of her body flooding him. He groaned, kissing his way back to her mouth, desperate to feel her surrounding him. He rolled until she was sitting on his hips just above his hardened cock. She leaned forward, her breasts teasing his lips. Then she was slowly, oh so slowly, lowering herself onto him. He felt every inch of his member sliding into her and grunted, the pleasure of the slow glide nearly taking his head off.

When she was fully seated on him, she was sitting up with his hand on her stomach, his thumb rubbing against her new tattoo as she began to move. He allowed her to set the pace. Leaning forward to take her breasts into his mouth, his sucked on her tips as her body moved up and down. She moaned, taking him deeply with every downward stroke.  

Sarah felt Reaper roll her beneath him, his hands possessive as they clutched her hips. He moved then, obviously tired of the slow easy pace she’d set. Sarah smiled and then gasped when he pushed her legs up, pumping into her harder. She gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as he thrust inside her. She felt the world begin to splinter around her and she cried out his name. She couldn’t hold back her pleasure as it rushed over her in waves of blissful abandonment.