Reaper Chapter 18
It took me a few days to fully get over my fear that I’d hurt Cheyenne the night we got engaged. She’d told me repeatedly she was fine. She was sore, but there hadn’t been any damage. I was determined to never take her like that again, and no more anal sex. When I told her that, she’d gotten pissed at me and threatened to knock me in the head.
We hadn’t gone back to the party that night. The next day, we spent time with the clubs before the majority of them left. In the end, there were fourteen who stayed with us. Blade and Voodoo from Dublin Falls, Slash and Joker from Hunters Creek, Venom and Dragon from Gastonia and Wolf and Ice from Louisville were the Warriors to stay. Chains and Fury from Georgia and Dare along with Knight from Cherokee stayed out of the Pagan Souls. Styx and Rage from the Marauders, We’d endured a lot of teasing the next day. Cheyenne had blushed but then smiled. I was so damn relieved she didn’t hate me, nothing they said would have bothered me.
On Monday, we’d deployed the various guys to help watch over the businesses during work hours. The only one we had to watch after dark was the strip club. The others were open during the day and that’s when we had employees and customers to worry about. They were going to take turns at the various ones and no one stood guard duty alone. We were using the buddy system, even for us. I was happy as hell Cheyenne and Alisse were staying at the compound. It was too much to worry about them being out in public on top of the other shit.
While Smoke was working on finding out which clubs the Soldiers of Corruption had taken over and if they were working any other clubs right now, Spawn was working to find out who Serpent’s local dealer might be. I still thought that was the way to find him. I had made changes with all our vendors to have all deliveries signed for to make sure we could track what was received or diverted.
It was Wednesday already. With things a bit more settled, I had something I wanted to do today. It was long overdue. I took Maniac with me. When we stopped outside the house, I looked around. It was in one of the richer neighborhoods in Bristol. The houses were bigger, fancier, and sat on bigger lots. The cars out in the driveways were mainly luxury ones. We got off our bikes and strolled up to the door. I rang the bell. It took a couple of minutes for someone to answer it. The man who did was in his fifties with a paunch, and a bald spot on the top of his head. He gave both of us a nervous look. “How may I help you?”
he asked with a quiver in his voice.
“Are you Mr. Leon?”
I asked him. He reluctantly nodded. “We need to talk about your son.”
He sighed and slumped in on himself.
“Is this about the woman he hit with my car? I had my lawyer contact that woman. We paid for her hospital bill. I was told she wasn’t seriously injured.”
“It is about her. Thankfully, she wasn’t seriously hurt, but paying for her hospital bill isn’t enough.”
“What? Do you want me to pay her more? Is this blackmail?”
I scowled at him when he said that. “No, it’s not blackmail. We’re here to make sure you teach your son that your money isn’t going to be what gets his ass out of trouble for the rest of his life. He’s already relying on it. That makes him think he’s not responsible. We’re going to make sure he learns responsibility for his own actions,”
I growled.
“How do you propose to do that?”
he asked with a slight sneer on his face. I could tell the father thought his money covered all his sins too. I got in his face and let him see the man I really was. He practically shook in his shoes.
“By making him do community service, work at one of our businesses after school and on weekends and have him use his paycheck to pay that hospital bill.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then he won’t be the only one learning a lesson. And you won’t like what I have to teach you, Mr. Leon. Your son is underage. I’m limited on what I can do to him without going to jail. You, on the other hand, I can do a whole lot more to. We’ll be keeping an eye on both of you to make sure you don’t slip back into old habits either. Now, we’d like to talk to your son. Get him down here.”
I knew the boy had already come home from school. Spawn had texted me. He was watching them. Mr. Leon tried to stare me down, but it didn’t faze me. After a couple of minutes of that game, he yelled for his son, Pete.
The boy came skulking down the stairs, looking down at his phone. When he looked up and saw me and Maniac, he got pale and broke out in a sweat. His eyes darted around like he was searching for a place to run. I grinned at him. He trembled. “Hi, Pete, remember me? Bet you thought you were in the clear, didn’t ya? Too bad for you, I have a long memory. We’re here to talk. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll listen.”
I laid it all out to him just like I had his dad. In the end, they both agreed to the plan. I left them with the understanding that they didn’t want to involve the police or to piss me off. I chuckled as I got on my bike. I was almost willing to bet they both had shit their pants. It was with a sense of accomplishment that I went back to work.
That evening, after I made it home and had dinner with Cheyenne and Alisse, I told her I had something I needed to do at the clubhouse. She said that they were going to stay and work on something at the house. I told them to have fun and gave her a quick kiss and then left. As I entered the clubhouse, I went straight to our gym.
We were lucky enough to have one here at the clubhouse. All of us worked out regularly, and it was easier to do it here than to go to town. With it all in one place, we could share the equipment. Tonight, I was interested in one piece of equipment, our ring.
In the center of the gym, we had set up a ring where we could box and practice our martial arts. It was a great way to stay in shape and to work off stress. Tonight, I planned to dole out a beating to Crusher for his misplaced remarks outside of church. The ones that had sent Cheyenne and Alisse running.
I wasn’t mad that he’d voiced them, that was part of his job. He was here to protect the club at all costs. But he’d gone about it in the wrong way and not behind closed doors. In doing so, he’d hurt Cheyenne and could have destroyed a brother’s life. He had been expecting it and now that we had a moment to breathe, it was time.
He was already there and waiting for me. I stripped down to a pair of shorts. Maniac wrapped my hands. Crusher had someone wrap his hands already. I stepped into the ring and gave him a fist bump. “Ready?”
I asked. He nodded. We started to circle each other to test for openings. This would be a fair fight. I didn’t expect him to stand there and just let me beat on him. He could defend himself. I expected we’d both walk out of here with some cuts and bruises and feeling much more relaxed. Nothing like a good fight to get you all limber and happy.
A few experimental jabs and kicks and then we settled into the match. It was timed and wouldn’t go past fifteen minutes. The sting of a punch to my face had my head jerking back. I countered it with a kick to his left thigh. He swore. I knew that would leave a mark and hurt for a couple of days. Our brothers were cheering and egging us on. Several more blows later, he caught me and took me to the ground. We were wrestling and punching each other when I heard a scream. We both stopped and looked around. There stood Alisse and Cheyenne. They were staring at us like we’d lost our minds. We stood up.
Cheyenne marched over to the ring. “What in the hell are you two doing?”
she yelled. Then she turned to the others. “And what are you morons doing, cheering them on? They’re brothers. They shouldn’t be beating each other.”
I walked over to her and put my hand on her arm. “Baby, calm down, it’s nothing.”
“Nothing! How can you say that? You both have cuts and bruises. You’re fighting. Why?”
I could see that it genuinely distressed her.
“We’re blowing off steam, and this is something he’s been overdue for.”
“Overdue? Why is it overdue?”
She’d calmed down and was now looking puzzled.
“For that shit of saying you might be a spy. He should have never said that outside of church. Certainly not where you could have heard him,”
I told her calmly.
Her mouth fell open, and she stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Are you fucking kidding me? All this because he voiced an opinion! Jesus, what would happen if he didn’t? Would he have gotten his ass kicked for not saying something if I’d been a spy?”
I shrugged. She started to shake her head. She glanced at Alisse, who was shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Some silent communication happened between them. When she looked back at me, she had a determined look in her eyes. She pulled herself up and got in the ring.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
I asked her in confusion. Alisse was swinging under the ropes too.
“Well, since this seems to be the thing, I thought Alisse and I should learn it. After all, I’m stressed right now. I know she is. You said it’s a good way to blow off steam. I know eventually one of us will piss the other off, so we need to learn to fight. Besides, I’m going to learn how to use a gun better, I might as well learn to kick ass too.”
My brothers all gave me stunned looks. I knew I probably looked like she’d poleaxed me between the eyes. I grabbed her arm. “Chey, you’re not going to fight Alisse!”
She gave me a wide-eyed look then she nodded. “Okay, then which of you guys am I going to fight? If I get to pick, I think it should be Lash. He stole the last donut the other day. The last chocolate one. That warrants an ass beating if anything does. You do not get between a woman and her chocolate. Remember that.”
As if that wasn’t enough, she twisted her neck from side to side, stretched her shoulders then pretended to spit on her fists. She held them up. “Let’s go.”
We all lost it. I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked so funny standing there with her hands up. As I fought to stop laughing, she suddenly snapped out her foot and hooked me behind the ankle. I went down. She gazed down at me. “Better get out of the way, before you get hurt, babe.”
Then she danced away with a grin on her face.
I came up off the mat and charged at her. She scrambled to get distance between us, but I grabbed her and held her tight. I had her arms caught under mine and she couldn’t hit me. Her feet were kicking my shins, but that’s all. She threw back her head, but I made sure she couldn’t hit me in the face. I taunted in her ear, “What’re you gonna do now, Banshee?”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder and she smirked. “Maybe I should reconsider that new sexy outfit I was going to buy and oh, the wedding planning Alisse and I were doing.”
I froze. What? I loosened my arms, and she ducked out of them. She laughed as she ran to the ropes and ducked under them. I took off after her.
I had to give it to her, she could run. I didn’t catch her until she was out the clubhouse door. When I did, I swung her up and into my arms to carry her bridal style. I kissed her hard. “There’ll be none of that shit. You keep on planning that wedding. And the same for the sexy outfit. You shouldn’t tease your man like that.”
She gave me a kiss then ran her hand down my naked chest. I was walking fast to get us to the house. It was cold outside. Her fingers teased across my nipples. “Well, maybe you could work on convincing me to reconsider. And I’m serious about learning to fight. Alisse has shown me some, but you guys know way more and how to defend against a bigger opponent.”
“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I want to explore this wedding idea and show my woman how much she means to me. Wanna go get naked with me?”
I opened the front door and walked inside. My feet were frozen from walking without any shoes on. I ran up the stairs with her in my arms and then took her into the bathroom. I flipped on the water and let it get hot, while I stripped her and me.
My cock was already hard. She wrapped her hands around my base and stroked up and down, as she kissed my chest and teased my nipples with her tongue. I groaned. My cock jerked in her hand. I maneuvered us into the shower. We both washed the other, making sure to pay close attention to certain areas. For me it was her breasts, pussy, and ass. She teased the hell out of my nipples, balls, and cock.
By the time we had rinsed off, I was ready to blow. I flipped her around and pressed her front into the tiles. Her hands went up to steady herself. I pressed between her shoulder blades, so she’d bend forward. Then I grabbed her ass and lifted her and I slid into her wet heat. She shuddered, and I groaned as she took me deep. Her walls were clenching already around me. I knew this wouldn’t last long but it would be spectacular.
As I pounded into her from behind, she whimpered and begged me, “Harder, please, Holden, harder.”
I sped up. I had been more careful since the other night when she passed out. She had kept telling me not to treat her like she was breakable. I just didn’t want to chance hurting her for real, but the need in her voice had me going at her faster and sinking deeper. The sound of my balls smacking off her pussy was loud even over the water.
As the cum began to boil, I moved my hand around and down to her hard clit. I stroked back and forth over it, rubbing hard. She moaned and bucked back into me. It only took a few circles and thrusts before she was coming. She screamed and jerked as her pussy clenched the hell out of me. I pounded in and out two more times then I let go. I roared as my seed flooded her spasming pussy. She milked every drop from my balls. I was standing on my damn tiptoes trying to make sure every drop made it deep.
When I could think and breathe, I pulled slowly out of her. She slumped forward, but I kept a hold of her, so she wouldn’t fall. I kissed her back and neck. Turning her around, I rinsed between her legs then mine. After I finished, I shut off the water and got us out, so I could dry us off. We fell into bed exhausted. I ran my hand down her stomach.
“Baby, when will you know if you’re pregnant?”
I asked her softly. I desperately wanted her to be carrying my baby. It was like this urge I couldn’t fight. She startled.
As I watched her face, she blinked then whispered, “Oh shit, Holden. I was supposed to start my period over a week ago! I totally forgot about it.”
I sat up and tugged her onto my lap. “Does that mean you could take a test and find out now?”
“I think so. I mean, they usually show within a week or so I think after conception. But, Holden, it’s been just short of four weeks since our first time together. It can’t happen that fast, can it?”
“I think it can. All it takes is once and we’ve never taken any precautions. Plus, it’s not like we don’t make love all the time. I can’t keep my hands off you,”
I growled as I kissed her. That was the damn truth. My heart was beating like crazy. Could she be pregnant? I needed to find out. I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the nightstand.
“What are you doing?”
she asked me.
“I’m getting Carter or Braxton to run to the drugstore and pick up a test.”
She gasped and took the phone out of my hand.
“You can’t ask the prospects to go to the store and get me a pregnancy test!”
“Why the hell not? They’re here to do whatever we ask. Besides, I think they know how babies are made.”
She slapped my stomach. “Smartass, I know they do, but what if I’m not pregnant? Or what if I am? They’ll know we’re checking.”
“So? I haven’t been hiding the fact that I want to have a baby with you as soon as possible, Chey. Or have you changed your mind?”
I dreaded that she might say she had.
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. I guess it’s just weird to me to have guys do that. No way a guy in my dad’s club would.”
I took the phone back. “This isn’t their club. We give a shit about our women and children here. If you don’t want me to call them, then I’ll go.”
She halted me from getting out of bed.
“No, let one of them go. I want you to stay here.”
I gave her a tender kiss then dialed. Carter picked up right away.
“I need you and Brax to make a run for me.”
“Sure, what do ya need, Pres?”
“I need you to pick up a couple of pregnancy tests.”
Dead silence greeted my announcement. I grinned.
He cleared his throat. “Did I hear you correctly, you need us to pick up pregnancy tests?”
“You heard me right. Get going and get back here ASAP. I wanna find out if I’m going to be a father or not.”
“We’ll go now. Bye.”
He hung up. Cheyenne was shaking her head and had her hand over her face.
“What’s up with that?”
“I might not be able to face those two again. They have to be thinking we’re nuts.”
“Nah, this is hardly the worst they’ve ever done.”
“It had better be the first time they’ve picked up pregnancy tests for you,”
she warned me with a growl in her voice and flames in her eyes.
I laughed. “It is. Now, since we don’t have time to get in another session before they get back, why don’t you tell me about this wedding planning the two of you were doing?”