Satan’s Keepers MC: The Complete Series

Prologue

Reaper

Stepping into Keeper’s Pub, a bar the club owns, I scan through the crowd spotting my brothers, Angel, Daemon, and Tombstone sitting at the table in the corner reserved for members of our club.

I stalk through the crowded room, making my way to my brothers. It’s been a long week, and I’m more than ready to drink, find a woman to fuck, and spend the night fuckin’ said woman blind. To say the week was more than just long is an understatement. It was shitty.

They’d only just gotten back from a run down to Louisiana.

They were taking Daemon’s baby momma’s best friend, Rissa’s, stuff down to her.

When it comes to Lana, no one has a problem with helping her, considering she’s cool as shit.

Unlike some of the bitches I know, she doesn’t give Daemon shit.

This probably has to do with the fact the woman prefers women to men.

“Hey Prez,” Angel, my VP and blood brother, greets me as I step up to their table.

“Long day?” Tombstone asks while I pull a chair out, flip it around, and straddle it.

“You could say that,” I grunt, scanning the area looking for a waitress to signal for her to bring me a beer.

Spotting Bristol and Ace working the floor, I catch Bristol’s eyes.

She smiles and gives me a nod, already knowing what I want.

We have a rule at the club, never stick our cocks in the bitches who work for us.

With this rule, we keep some damn good waitresses in this bar.

Bristol, Ace, Saylor, and Malia are all good at their jobs and work hard to keep them.

We always have a prospect working security here.

Bristol brings me a draft in a chilled mug, and I give her a jerk of my chin in thanks. Without a word, she goes back to taking care of other customers.

“So, how did it go?” I ask, lifting the mug to my lips and taking in a long pull of the cold brew. It’s a Satan’s Keepers special that we created ourselves.

“Yeah, Rissa’s doing good. Tyres is treating her right,” Daemon informs me.

“Good.” I nod. Rissa deserves only the best. The night Lana had called Daemon upset about Rissa being harmed is one that will forever be burned into my brain.

Lana had gone over there to pick up something for Rissa’s son, Ike, and found something else entirely.

When we got to Rissa’s, we found Lana trembling, holding a gun in her hand, and bullet holes in the wall of Rissa’s bedroom.

Lana was scared out of her mind. She didn’t even move further into the room.

Just held the gun at the ready for anyone coming after her or Rissa.

Lana never did tell us the full story. I think she probably blocked out some of it. Either way, Rissa went to live with Tombstone, and I swear it’s as if she were a completely different woman after that. She became a recluse, barely leaving Tombstone’s place unless she had no other choice.

“Think Rissa and Ike are definitely where they’re supposed to be. Ike is the spitting image of his ol’ man,” Tombstone shares.

I don’t doubt that. I’ve met Tyres on more than one occasion. How I didn’t see the similarities before is beyond me.

“I think you just miss having Rissa and Ike in your house,” Angel comments.

“Fuck you, love the girl to death, but she ain’t my type. Shit, I don’t even have one anymore,” Tombstone grunts.

“You know you’re allowed to move on,” Angel pushes.

Years ago, we lost not only our mom but both of our sisters, just at different times.

We had Darcy, Ember’s mom, with us thirteen more years than we had Ronaele, who died when Bethany was a baby.

This made Tombstone make a decision that hurt all of us but was for the best at the time.

He sent my niece to live with his bitch of a sister and her husband.

Thankfully Bethany now knows the truth. Tombstone’s sister took her in only after Tombstone agreed to keep the fact, he’s her biological father a secret.

He wasn’t to have an active role in my niece’s life.

I wish I could have talked him out of it, but after losing Ronaele, my brother did what he felt he had to do.

“Don’t start with me. I’m fine with the way things are,” Tombstone sneers. “Either of you talk to Ember lately?” he asks, changing the subject before the two of them take their fists to each other.

“No, why? Is she okay?” Angel asks.

None of us had wanted her to move away from us, but she seems to be happy with being at school in New York.

But she’s eighteen and needed the freedom to do as she wanted with her life.

I can’t deny her that. She will always be our princess, even if she’s now moved on to bigger and better things.

At least I know the kid she’s dating will take care of her since he already is.

“Last time I talked to her, she was busy getting ready to go out with Dex,” I grumble, leaning my chest into the back of the chair and picking up my beer mug.

The four of us end up changing the subject once again to one thing and then another while sitting around drinking. By the time I’m on my fourth beer, I scan the bar looking for a sweet piece to spend the night deep inside of.

My eyes land on a woman at the bar, and my cock twitches at the sight of her.

Fuck me. Jeans fitted to her legs beautifully and a sleeveless top that goes up to the bottom of her throat.

The way the shirt conforms to her tits doesn’t do her justice.

She might not be displaying her cleavage, but the woman is definitely showing the world she’s got something every man in this bar is probably itching to touch.

Too bad for them, I’m gonna be the one suckin’ on those nipples tonight.

Tapping my knuckles on the table, I stand. “I’ll catch you all later.”

The three of them throw out cat calls and hollers as I make my way up to the bar and the woman who I’ve chosen to be under me tonight.

The woman’s eyes pop up and meet mine as I stalk toward her. I get close enough, and can literally see the way her chest heaves with her breath. I look forward to seeing that when she’s completely naked.

“Wanna get out of here?” I ask, reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly, licking her lips.

The other chicks who are with her start snickering and teasing the woman in my arms.

Nodding, I guide her away from the bar and out to my bike.

Normally I don’t put anyone on the back of my bike, but I’ll make an exception tonight.

I wanna feel those tits against my back, even if it’s only to take her to the motel where I intend to fuck her and dump her.

It’s what I do, I suppose, and she’s just another one that will fit in a long line of women who I’ve done this to, and I refuse to feel even an ounce of remorse for it.

They all know the score when I take them to bed same goes with this one.