Chapter Thirteen
Cathy Robinson.
Reaper stopped on the street up from her apartment building. The cops didn’t even enter this ghetto unless they absolutely had to. It was plagued with drugs, poverty, and homelessness.
Then why had he already spotted several unmarked police cars along the sides of the road near the building? At first, he thought this trip was a waste of time. Why would Cartwright target an occasional volunteer that no one even noticed was missing? Now he wasn’t so sure.
He crawled along the street, his bike making his presence known in the hush. As he drove past the building, he noted cops inside the lobby doors and at the other side of the building. No way was he stupid enough to stop in the middle of that heat. What were they doing at the building?
He called Copper as he drove back to the shelter.
“Any luck on the finger?”
“Just that the finger and box were squeaky clean. DNA takes a lot longer,” Copper said.
“I have a feeling I might know who it belongs to. I was heading over to check it out and the place was swarming with cops.”
“Send me the name and I’ll check the databases.”
Reaper pulled over to the side of the road and sent Copper everything he had on Cathy, then continued on to the shelter. He’d only just parked his bike out front when Copper called him back.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Cathy Robinson is deceased. Coroner ruled her death an overdose four days ago.”
“Overdose, my ass. She was murdered. Who signed the coroner’s report?”
“Coroner Bradshaw, and we all know who he plays golf with.”
Everything came back to Cartwright. This was getting deep. He didn’t like that the judge had Grace, the club, and him under his radar. He needed more answers.
“Tell Tarmac and Stump they’re riding with me tonight.”
After getting inside the shelter, he asked where Grace was. She was just coming out of Heidi’s room with Gena.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I did what you asked,” Gena said. “We couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary.”
She didn’t look happy, but these were desperate times.
“Let’s talk in the office,” he said.
All three of them settled in Gena’s office. He closed the door behind them.
“Did you find Cathy?” Gena asked.
“Cathy’s dead.”
Grace and Gena both gasped. “What? How?”
“Apparently an overdose.”
Gena shook her head. “No, no, no. She was adamantly against drugs. She’s been trying to help her daughter get clean for years.”
He believed her.
“Listen to me, Gena. I need to know why Cartwright is focusing on Grace and me. We don’t have shit. Not even Heidi has anything he could want. This game of his is getting deadly.”
“Well, the only connection I can make is that you’re the one to bring her in and Grace was here to help admit her that night.”
“How would he know any of that, though?”
“Well, you helped us with the electrical and security system. We were locked out for days. The guys you brought with you thought we were hacked.”
“So, he could have had eyes outside the building,” Reaper said.
“And common areas and hallways inside,” Gena added.
He probably thought Heidi told them some secret or gave them something.
Seeing that the judge was ready to kill for the information, they were not safe.
If he couldn’t get to the judge, he’d have to play the same game and get to those close to him for information.
Reaper would pay this coroner a visit with the boys.
They’d get answers and send a clear warning to the judge that they were on to him.
“Copper made sure everything is running perfectly. Keep the place locked down for now,” he said. “Grace, we have to go back to the club.”
Grace didn’t argue with him. He knew she was scared, and that’s exactly what he didn’t want.
They were both silent as they left the shelter, got on his bike, and drove the back roads home to the club.
The gates were opened for him and closed immediately after.
Lord had everyone on high alert since the raid.
He parked the bike, then helped Grace off. “I need to do something.”
“No,” she said. “I don’t want you to get hurt. This is getting ridiculous.”
“I promise I’ll be safe. But I want you here where I know nothing will happen to you.” Reaper cupped her face and kissed her. “You’re everything.”
“But I need you here with me. So does Bob.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be back tonight to make you forget all your worries.”
“You promise? All of them?”
He kissed her again, trailing those kisses along her jaw to her neck. “I’ll make you forget your name,” he whispered in her ear.
Reluctantly he pulled away, slapping her on the ass to get her moving out of the yard.
Then he got back on his bike, waving Tarmac and Stump to follow.
They’d be making a visit to the coroner, and getting answers one way or another. Reaper had a way of getting men to talk, and tonight he was going to be very convincing.
The rumble of the Harleys was loud with the three of them side by side most of the way. They had the personal address of the coroner in the posh suburbs of the city. He had a nice setup, manicured lawns, and a winding stone driveway right to the door of his mansion. Nice place for a coroner.
“Coroner Bradshaw has some digs,” Stump said as they walked toward the entrance. “I’m in the wrong profession.”
“You’re in exactly the right place,” Reaper said. “Now, how about you get us inside.?
“Too easy.” Stump punched through the decorative glass door and unlocked it from the other side. Then he pushed it open and stepped inside the marble foyer.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Tarmac called out.
A minute later, a middle-aged man in a navy robe came down the stairs. “Who the hell are you? I’m calling the police.”
“No, you won’t be doing that.” Reaper charged over to him, slapping his phone out of his hand before he could use it, then grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to the parlor. He shoved him onto the sofa. The man looked wildly back and forth between the three of them.
“No one’s coming to save you,” Stump said.
“What do you want?”
“Do you remember Cathy Robinson?”
He didn’t answer.
“I know you do a lot of autopsies. This one would have been missing a finger.” Reaper grabbed the coroner’s hand for emphasis which made him panic.
“Yeah. What about it?”
“You said she died of an overdose. Remember that?”
He nodded.
Reaper reached out his arm and Stump put a pair of plyers in his hand. He forcibly grabbed one of the man’s fingers.
“No, please! I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
Reaper tutted. “That’s no fun for me. The night was just getting started.”
“Please, I beg you.”
“If you insist. But if you lie to me, there won’t be any second chances. There are three of us and we have nowhere else to be. Understand?”
He nodded rapidly, barely able to catch his breath.
“She die of an overdose?”
“I had no choice. There are people with power and if I don’t do what they want, I’ll lose my job or worse.”
“And if you obey, you get perks like this fancy house of yours,” Reaper said.
He shrugged.
“I want the name. Who told you to fuck with the autopsy report?”
“I can’t...”
“Excuse me? Do you think you’re safer with them than me?” Reaper used the plyers and began to crush the coroner’s finger. He didn’t have to go far because he started screaming the judge’s name like a little bitch.
“Good boy. I already knew the answer. Just wanted to hear you say it. Now one more question, then you can go jerk off with a matcha latte,” Reaper said. “How did she die? Really die.”
“Single gunshot to the back of the head.”
****
Grace couldn’t sleep, not with how much she was worrying about Reaper.
She’d already washed her face, put on her night cream, and brushed her teeth. Since then, she’d been pacing back and forth, half listening for the sound of a motorcycle engine.
Why couldn’t Heidi’s husband just leave them alone?
They never threatened him or pushed his buttons.
They had a job to do and nothing more. She wasn’t sure what he could possibly want from them.
Heidi hadn’t given them a bag of cash or some golden statue.
She was just a frightened mom hoping to start over, like so many others.
She rubbed Bob’s head when he jumped up on the bed to get closer to her. “You’re such a sweet boy.”
Then she heard her door handle rattle and she whirled around.
It was him.
“Reaper!” She ran over and threw herself at him. “I didn’t even hear your bike.”
He smelled like the fresh outdoors, and his leather creaked as she held him.
“Told you I’d be back tonight.”
She couldn’t stop smiling after worrying for hours.
“Did everything go well?”
“Yeah. Everything’s good.”
“I knew it,” she said.
“I’m a man of my word,” Reaper said, cupping one of her cheeks in his rough hand. “Remember what I promised you?”
She bit her lip. Of course she remembered. Reaper’s body was rock-hard muscle and made for pleasure. The things he could do with his hands and his tongue were unreal.
“I remember.”
He reached down and slipped his hand under her nightie. “No panties?” He used two fingers to impale her pussy. She gritted her teeth because the pleasure was already unravelling her. She’d been ready for him. Hoping he’d be home safely and back in her bed.
He walked her backward, step by step, his fingers still inside her.
“Are you going to let me play?”
“I’m all yours.”
“Good girl. That’s what I want to hear. I’m going to make you scream.”
He moved his hand and pulled off her nightie, leaving her completely naked. Then he spun her around pushing her stomach-first onto the king-size bed. She felt as he smoothed his hands around the globes of her ass, kissing each side. Then he slapped one, making her yelp.
“I want this ass,” he said. “I want to make every part of you mine.”
She didn’t even clue into what he was saying until she felt cool moisture dripping down the crack of her ass a while later.
“What’s that?”
“Some lube to make this easier on you. Do you trust me, Grace?” he asked.
“Of course I do.” That wasn’t a lie.
He began to smooth the lube toward her ass, then his moist finger was entering her asshole. She gasped and tightened up. She wasn’t expecting that. It felt filthy and taboo, but somehow irresistible.
Reaper leaned over her back, his finger still inside her ass. “Hush, baby. Relax. We’ll go nice and easy. Promise you’ll like it.”
He’d shown her every kind of pleasure, so if he promised her more, she believed him. But she was also extremely apprehensive about this. It’s only something she’d heard about but never considered doing.
“It’ll hurt.” He wasn’t small by any means.
“It’ll feel weird at first, but if you relax, I’ll give you the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had. Remember, I promised you’d forget your name.”
She was definitely curious and feeling a little dirty by now. He brought out the worst in her.
He used a lot of lube, slowly fingering her, wiggling his finger in such a way that it hit something to set her off. She began to relax and moan.
With one hand he reached under her and played with her clit. With the other he added a second finger and slowly scissored his fingers in her ass, hitting that sweet spot over and over. The dual stimulation was making her head spin. Her inhibitions were fading quickly.
“You drive me crazy,” he said.
He pulled away, standing up to undress himself. She spun to her side so she could watch him. His hard chest and ripped abs covered in ink make her even hotter. He was delicious and she knew she’d let him do anything he wanted to her body.
“Are you ready, baby? Ready for me to fill your ass with my cock?” He held his erection by the base. She didn’t want to start getting cold feet, so rolled back to her stomach.
“Yes, just be careful.”
“I’ll never hurt you. If you want me to stop, you say the word,” he said.
He kissed her shoulder blades, then trailed kisses down her back.
The bed dipped as he climbed over her. His skin was hot, his strong forearms near her head.
Before doing anything, he was adding more lube to her ass and his erection.
He twirled the head of his cock around her anus, and she couldn’t help but tense up.
As if sensing her reluctance, he kissed the back of her neck. “Touch yourself, Grace. Play with your clit.”
She did as told and it helped calm her nerves. He growled, pressing his cock against her tight rosette again, this time not letting up as he slowly gained entry. It burned as he stretched her. Once inside, he paused.
“That’s the worst of it,” he said against her ear.
The tightness started to ease and she wiggled slightly against him. He began to push in and pull out, slowly, going deeper each time. It was the oddest sensation. Uncomfortable and unusual at first, then an unexpected wanton energy washed over her.
She gasped each time he filled her now, not from discomfort but from the raw pleasure of it.
“You look so beautiful with my cock deep in your ass.” He’d pull back just long enough to watch. The taboo element was making her orgasm build fast and furious, and she knew this time was going to be powerful. So many new pleasure centers were being stimulated.
He roughly pulled her hips to the edge of the bed, so he was standing. The new position allowed him to thrust into her with ease, pistoning his big dick into her ass like a machine.
“Keep playing with yourself, baby. I want you to come. I want your ass milking my cock.”
It was too much and she couldn’t hold back anymore. The orgasm was intense, her pussy pulsing, her ass spasming. She screamed out, the pleasure continuing on and on until he finally slipped out.
She couldn’t even move, paralyzed by pleasure. Her body completely spent.
A few minutes later, she felt a warm cloth between her legs as Reaper cleaned up her body. She rolled to her back and let him care for her. She felt so much love for her man.
And now everything could go back to normal.