Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Reaper
Leaving the clubhouse, I’m frustrated and ready to get this over with.
My brothers have been talking non-fuckin’ stop for the past week and a half now about the new office manager Ghost had hired for the garage.
I need to talk to him about a run we’re planning and what we’ll need at the ready.
Usually, this is Hellhound’s territory, but unfortunately, he and Daemon are handling club business for me.
We’re having problems with another club fuckin’ with our territory, and I don’t need that shit.
I don’t have the time or want the headache.
The Triple Spirits MC has been trying to hone in on getting what’s ours for months now.
The Prez of the Triple Spirits MC is nothing but a fat bastard who needs to find his cock, step up and stop sending his little pussies to fuck with my territory.
Yesterday I found several of the members fuckin’ dealing their shitty crack near the high school.
I don’t give a fuck what adults want to put in their bodies, but I do care if that shit is being pushed on kids.
There’s a massive difference between the two.
Adults know right from wrong. But the teens and kids gotta learn.
They can’t do that shit if they have fuckin’ drugs being pushed down their throats.
I run my club the way my father ran it, and his father did before him.
My grandfather had started Satan’s Keepers a long time ago when my dad was a teenager.
We’re not a clean club, but we do have some businesses that are clean.
The garage is partially one of those. The work that gets done at the garage is legit, but it’s not always.
Sometimes we use it as a cover for bringing in and shipping off cars that are stolen or being prepared to go to another country.
Some of those cars aren’t always paid for the right way.
A lot of them are stolen, and we handle them to make them look not stolen.
Most of the time, though, we have legit customers coming in to get work done on their cars or bikes.
We also do custom orders for some of the shit we do.
The majority of the club’s other businesses are legit.
We keep it that way, so the club has enough clean money to hide the dirty.
With our territory being one of the largest, I don’t fuck around with little bullshit.
I go for the big bucks. Here in town, we have the Keeper’s Pub and SKMC Bikes and Cars.
We also have a strip club on the outskirts of Dallas, which my cousin Mia helps the club manage.
This helps us, considering our territory goes from the eastern border of Texas to I35 down to Crockett, just this side of Waco.
Leo, Mia’s brother, and I don’t have a good relationship, but since what happened to my niece Bethany and again with my other niece Ember, we’ve finally pushed that shit out.
He’s in charge of Dallas/Fort Worth after his father had handed the reigns over to him.
I hit the sharp curve leading to town and decide to clear my head of anything else, but getting to the garage.
There’s a lot of shit filling it, and right now, I need to handle business.
Hitting the throttle, I take the curves of the road with ease.
I could easily be there in a matter of minutes, but I’ve decided to take the long way.
I need fresh air and time to get myself in check, not to take the time to think of everything else that fills my head.
What needs to happen is me getting laid.
Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened, and I don’t see it happening tonight.
No matter how much I want to. It’s been two weeks since I got any pussy, and I’m not too thrilled about the fact my cock doesn’t want to listen.
I would say it’s broke, but all I gotta do is bring up the memory of the bitch from the other weekend, and bam, there he goes getting hard.
I’ve stroked more than once because of her.
Shit, the woman isn’t even a plain ol’ memory.
No, she’s fuckin’ burned into my brain, and I can’t get her out.
I’m not a one-woman man and never have been.
Why this woman has to be stuck in my head is starting to seriously piss me off.
I don’t even know her name. I never get the names of the bitches I have one-night stands with.
Now I’m wishing I knew this one’s name so I could ring her fuckin’ neck for what she’s done to my head by consuming it with thoughts of the taste and feel of her body.
I take the roads faster than I should as I turn down the last of the streets leading to the garage.
I immediately take in the purple Jeep sitting in the garage’s parking lot.
I gotta give whoever did the paint job credit.
It looks brilliant. The closer I get; I take in the other modifications.
Lift kit on some Fox shocks, sitting on thirty-fives.
I wonder if the owner got the gears switched out.
I park next to it and finish checking out the grill, bumpers, and the fact it has a roll cage.
I’m guessing this is the Jeep belonging to the club’s new office manager.
If so, I need to tell her she’s got some good taste and ask her if it’s a road princess or if she actually uses it for what Jeeps are built for.
Walking away from the Jeep, I make my way to the side of the garage where the bays are.
I nod to my brothers, who are working to get shit done before the end of the day.
Not finding Ghost at any of the stations, I head for his office.
Hopefully, he’s in there and not in the shitter or something.
I wanna get this done and get the fuck back to the clubhouse for the club party tonight.
Maybe I can get two of the P&P’s to fuck each other. That could work in making me hard. I do love watching bitches eating pussy. What fucker doesn’t?
Stepping up to the office door, I don’t see him in his office, but I hear his laughter coming from the office manager’s office. The closer I get, I hear her voice before I see her, and my anger blinds me.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, narrowing my gaze on both Ghost and the bitch who’s been fuckin’ with my head this past week. “What the hell are you doing here?”
My cock immediately hardens at the sight of her, and I harden my glare on her. This shit is fucked up. I’ve never had anyone lock my cock up the way she has. It pisses me off now because this beautiful woman was meant to be a snatch for one night. Nothing more.
Fuck me, but seeing her now, I want to sink into her again. Even better, put my mouth to her pussy and eat her until she begs for mercy.
I’m fuckin fucked now. Worst of all, my thoughts go to what my brothers have all said about them wanting to get inside her. That ain’t about to happen.
What the hell am I thinking?
This bitch has probably already gone to her knees for at least one of my brothers.
Most women are like that. They don’t give a damn who they fuck if it’s a biker.
I mean fuck, she let me fuck her after me asking her one question at the bar.
No other words were exchanged unless it was about me fuckin’ her.
Shit.
Fuck.
My head is about to blow all because of this beauty standing so close to Ghost.