1. Reaper
Reaper
Oakland, California
Six years Later…
The sound of skin pounding skin is always a welcome distraction to the demons always whispering inside my head, but tonight it’s not shutting them the hell up.
It’s the anniversary of Blake’s death and this time of year is when they scream the loudest. Pussy doesn’t drown them out, nor fighting.
But I’ve found out through the years death will.
Watching the light leave someone’s eyes quietens them enough so I can function until I can’t again.
What would be better than someone else’s death?
My own.
But to my dismay, my death hasn’t happened yet.
Maybe this will be the day Death walks through the veil to claim my soul.
It can’t come soon enough. Six years without her in my life has been six years too long.
It sure as hell is reckless what I’m about to do, but that demon inside me likes to take risks. I’m just along for the ride.
The Sinners don’t deal with the Bratva often.
We’ve established our respective territories a long time ago and we don’t ally with them.
They are our enemies. But they’ve been trying to push the Sinners’ buttons for the past few months.
Dealing heroin and doing arms deals inside our territory.
It’s more than likely in response to me fighting in their underground matches and butchering every opponent that steps in the ring with me.
Nikita Petrov, the heir to the Bratva empire in California, hates to fucking lose at anything, but it’s an extra insult that a Sinner is getting the best of him.
I push limits because I can. I fight the so called best then bring them to their knees.
It may come back and bite me in the ass one day, but that’s life.
I have a lot of pent up energy to get rid of and haven’t come across anyone who can defeat me.
Not yet anyway, and Nikita hates the fact no one can kill Reaper the Sinner.
Now he’s trying to get rid of me permanently to save face.
He’s put every one of his best men in the ring with me and each one loses.
A major blow to the ego of a narcissistic bastard.
So, this pussy motherfucker sent his enforcer to kill me.
So, I guess I need to send a message to Nikita and the entire Petrov Bratva.
I may be a menace in the ring, but I’m not the motherfucker to play with outside of it either.
Each time someone other than my target exits the club’s back entrance, I let out a sigh as they pass me in the alley. I’m hidden in the shadows where no one can see me.
I’ve been waiting for Aleksi Popov to exit the club for over twenty minutes. It smells like trash and piss, and I’m ready to go back to the gym and pound the heavy bag for a few hours. The longer I stand here waiting for this minor inconvenience, the more pissed off I become.
The Russian Doll is one of the Bratva’s main hangouts and I have no doubts the man sent to kill me will be here tonight.
The Petrov’s executioner could be a formidable opponent.
His kill count is almost as high as mine.
However, lately he’s been slipping. And I’m going to use it to my advantage.
His weakness—redheads with big tits who are willing to get on their knees at the drop of a dime.
I have the perfect person for the job who will lure him right to me.
Just like he’s had eyes on me, I’ve had eyes on him.
He’s spent months following me. Devising the perfect plan to take me out.
More than likely, he’d try to take me out in Bratva territory, since I’m not supposed to be anywhere close to them.
And that only happens after one of my matches.
But like I said, Aleksi has been slipping.
He has failed to keep a low profile, especially with a man like me, and now I’ll make him pay for that mistake.
Which should send a message to the punk ass motherfucker who thinks he has any power over a Sinner.
“Fuck, come on, Lila,” I mumble to myself. “What the fuck are you doing in there?”
Lila is one of the club whores who has done everything in her power to become my old lady.
It ain’t happening. No one will ever have that fucking title, but I tossed her a bone, so she’ll do whatever I fucking ask if she thinks I’m ready to give her my property patch.
She’s a decent fuck, enjoys when I use my knife against her soft skin, and she’s very nice to look at, but she’s not for me.
I’ll fuck her until I’m tired of her. Then move on to the next.
The sound of the large metal door banging against the brick wall of the club gets my attention. Lila giggles as she and Aleksi stumble out the door, his hands grasping hers, their bodies practically fused together.
About fucking time.
I smile because his attention isn’t on his surroundings where it should be. Everyone is out to kill men like us. It’s a fatal mistake to think you’re ever safe, even in your own territory.
He has Lila pinned against the wall with one hand wrapped around her throat, while the other tears at her flimsy dress. They attack each other with their mouths as she tries to pull his cock from his pants.
She likes it rough. It’s one reason I fuck her. She likes to be choked and humiliated. Which is why other than her looks, I knew she’d be perfect to entice Aleksi into my trap.
Aleksi’s sexual kinks are well known. Shit, we’re even members at the same sex club, Club Jade, in Los Angles. It would only take the perfect combination of looks and someone who wouldn’t mind fucking him anywhere and anyhow to get his attention.
Their moans bring me out of my thoughts. And while I love watching other people fuck, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to eliminate the threat.
While they’re both occupied with each other, I walk up behind Aleksi, keeping my footsteps light so I don’t alert him to my approach. When I reach them, neither notice me watching. He’s got her dress above her slim hips, and his ass muscles clench every time he drives inside her.
If I weren’t here to kill him, I’d prop myself against the wall, release my cock and jack off to the show. But having fun will have to wait. It’s time to handle business.
I pull my knife from the leather sheath attached to the waistband of my jeans.
I’m an up close and personal kind of killer whenever I have the chance.
I like how a blade feels in my hands when it pierces someone’s flesh.
It’s just as good, if not better, than watching the skin split on a bitch before I come inside her.
But with this being in Bratva territory, this needs to be quick and efficient.
Lila notices me, her eyes widening in surprise, but before she can compose herself, Aleksi spots the change in her demeanor and whirls around, slipping from inside her. Immediately, I plunge the blade into his gut, feeling the give of his flesh and the resistance of his ribs.
He grunts, his muscles strain, as he tries to fight me. Instead of pulling the blade out, I twist the carbon steel, pushing it deeper into his body. When I remove it, he stumbles back against Lila with his bloody hands covering the wound.
But he’s still breathing.
Lila plasters herself against the brick wall, then slides from behind him.
Her eyes darken with lust as she watches Aleksi fight for his life.
She feeds off power and dominance. And she gets a sexual rush off of seeing others suffer.
We’ve played this game many times, where I’m the one dishing out punishment while she watches.
I rush Aleksi, then drive the knife into his neck. When I pull it free, I watch blood paint Lila’s pale skin, Aleksi’s hands grasp at the wound, trying to stop the massive flow of blood. But nothing will save him. He slides down the brick wall before crumpling to the ground.
Lila stands beside me, and stares at Aleksi as he continues to bleed out with his pants below his knees.
“Is he dead? He’s dead, isn’t he?” she asks with more enthusiasm I thought she’d have.
I wipe the blade across my black jeans. “Not yet.”
“Can I finish fucking him? He shouldn’t go out without getting to feel a pussy again.”
This bitch is fucking crazy. I snort, gazing at the crazy cunt. “Probably not the best time, Lila. He’s only got a few minutes. He’s bleeding out.”
Ignoring me, she straddles a dying Aleksi, causing him to grunt when she settles on his crotch. As she rocks her hips against him, her eyes meet mine, filled with desire.
I shake my head, a smirk playing on my lips despite my best efforts to tone down my amusement.
“Let me help you with that adrenaline moving through you, Reaper.” She rolls her hips along Aleksi’s dick. “Don’t let it go to waste.”
She’s right. While his eventual death will help quiet down the demon, I can still hear him whispering. Maybe a quick nut will help with that.
I step forward and release my dick, then give it a couple of hard pumps.
Eagerly, Lila grinds her hips against Aleksi, who’s grunts and moans around us while still clinging on to life.
I don’t know if it’s from Lila’s pussy grinding on his cock or the movement is causing him pain. I don’t give a fuck either way.
She reaches for me, but I swat her hands away. “You know not to fucking touch me.”
Her lips form a little pout, like that will get her what she wants.
Lila is used to getting her way. Never with me, but most of the brothers will do what she wants. None of the pouting shit or begging will ever get me to do something I don’t want to do.
“Reaper, come on,” she whines like it will change my mind.
It won’t. Nobody is allowed to touch me while I’m fucking them unless I want them to. And I’ve never allowed Lila to touch me, and she knows this.
With the tip of the knife covered in Aleksi’s blood, I drag it along her neck, causing beads of her own blood to mix with his on her alabaster skin. She gasps at the contact, but her eyes light up with lust.
“If you try to touch me again, I’ll slit your damn throat and leave your corpse right beside his.” Her eyes widen for a second, but she nods as understanding sinks in. “Now open your fucking mouth like the good slut you are so you can choke on my dick.”