Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I ain’t lying.” I swallowed. “Used to be with the Klan . . .” I paused, but then thought I might as well tell him. “Austin. But left four months ago. Ain’t going back.”
His hazel eyes flared. “One of Landry’s?” I nodded. “Why did you leave?”
“Fucking hate the cunt.”
Reaper assessed me, never moving his gun. “You got intel on them?” His head cocked to the side. “You know Landry gets out soon.” My stomach fell. I didn’t wanna say shit about my old brotherhood. Tanner . . . I wouldn’t betray my best friend that way.
“Saw you had bike trouble. I’m a mechanic. Harley specialist.” I jerked my chin to his bike. Reaper stared at me, and fuck if I didn’t see the promise of death in his eyes.
“Tank?” Beauty’s voice came from behind me. It was shaking.
“Who the fuck is this slut?”
Anger ripped through me. “My old lady,” I said through gritted teeth. I knew enough about the fucking Hangmen to know to immediately own my woman. I didn’t look back but said, “It’s all right, baby. Stay back.”
I had no fucking idea if Reaper believed a word I said, but he pulled back his Glock and nudged his head in the direction of his bike. “Fix it. Then we’ll see if I let you live or not.” He smiled, a sick and fucked-up smile. “If you fuck up, you’ll just be another of my donations to the boatman.”
“Beauty, get my tools from my bike.” Beauty’s heels clicked across the ground. When she handed the tools to me, I saw the tears in her eyes. “It’ll be okay,” I said, not knowing if that shit was true. I flicked my chin, telling her to get back. To keep away.
I looked over my shoulder at Reaper, who’d lit up another smoke. He held his Glock by his side, ready to send me to Hades. I bent down and in minutes found the problem. “Your fuel injector is fucked.”
Reaper didn’t say shit for a second. Then, “Fix it.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I glanced up at Beauty. There was no fucking way I was losing her. It could be fixed enough for him to get home. But I knew about Reaper. A fucking cold-blooded killer. Killed for fun, and he’d made the Hangmen mother chapter the most fucking violent and feared gang in all of Texas. Fuck, in all of the States. Landry never went near the Hangmen for a reason.
Rumor had it the cunt even killed his own old lady in front of his mute kid.
My life could depend on how pissed the fucker was in this second.
I got to work. An hour later, the bike was patched up. I stood up and stepped back. Reaper walked, calm as fuck, to the bike and bent down, looking at my work. I was good. Real fucking good. I knew it would be the best work he’d ever seen.
Reaper stood back up and breathed the smoke from his cigarette in my face. He started the engine. The Fat Boy purred. I lifted my eyebrow. “Midday tomorrow. Hangmen compound. Be there.” Reaper looked back at Beauty. “Leave Big Tits the fuck at home.”
“Ain’t planning on going back to Austin.”
Reaper smiled. It was anything but a good smile. “Wasn’t fucking asking, Nazi. I’m in the business of tellin’, and I’m tellin’ you to get your Nazi ass to the compound tomorrow.” He put another smoke in his mouth and took a swig of the bourbon that had been in his saddlebag. “No one touches the Hangmen or anyone on our compound, if you’re being a weepin’ pussy over your old brotherhood seeing you.” His smile got wider. Crazier. “Though I always fucking enjoy it when they try.”
He flew down the road back to Austin. I sucked in a quick breath and turned. Beauty launched herself into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms were tight around my neck. “It’s all right, baby,” I said, but I felt her tears against my neck. She didn’t let go. Instead she pulled back, giving me a glimpse of her watering blue eyes, then smashed her lips to mine. Her long red nails clawed at my jacket, then my shirt. I walked forward until I had her against the wall.
Her hand ran over my cock and I groaned into her mouth. She was desperate, fucking frenzied as she fumbled with my zipper and pulled out my cock. I didn’t wait. I pushed her panties aside and slid the fuck in. Beauty’s head snapped back as I pounded into her. Her moans sailed around the deserted rest stop. I crushed my lips to hers and fucking groaned when her tongue pushed into my mouth.
I fucked Beauty hard, her pussy gripping my cock. My head fell to her shoulder as she came, her tight pussy taking me over with her. I slammed into her three more times before she sagged in my arms. Sweat ran down my back. I looked up at Beauty. Her hands were immediately on my face, and my heart fucking broke when I saw the tears on her cheeks.