Chapter Nine
Reaper
Climbing into the truck, he pulled his cell phone out and called Sledge. “We had a visitor on the way out. Shots were fired. I need you to call John and let him know in case anyone has reported it already,” he told Sledge when he answered.
“Okay. Are you and Amber alright?” he demanded.
“Yeah we’re good. All in a day’s work, right? Listen, have Banjo run plates on a white Mercedes, Texas plate WXC-4238,” Reaper rattled off as he pulled away from Amber’s apartment complex.
“Will do,” Sledge said.
Banjo was the craziest fucker Zander knew. The man wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty; and by dirty, he meant hacking into any and every database in the world - private, government - nothing could stop the old man. If a place had internet access, Banjo could get in it. Reaper had every reason to believe Banjo would find the car in a matter of minutes.
“We’re heading back in,” Reaper said, ending the call.
He looked over at Amber, noticing she was pale as a ghost. He reached for her hand to get her attention. He was worried about her, shock was finally setting in. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Everything will be fine,” he said.
“Seriously Zander! You were just fucking shot! How is that okay? How?” Amber said, the lost expression gone, only to be replaced with anger.
Reaper pulled the truck to the side of the road and pulled Amber over into his lap. He moved his hand to her chin, lifting her head so she would look him in the eyes.
“It will be okay because I say it will and I always get what I want Amber,” Reaper told her. “Don’t think for a minute that piece of shit worries me because he doesn’t. I have lived through war in some of the worse places on this planet. Shit, I almost had my fucking leg blown off in Afghanistan. Do you really think a low-life drug dealer with a nine millimeter is going to faze me?” he asked.
“That is beside the point, Zander; and you know it,” she said, trying to push out of his arms.
“You’re so hot when you're mad,” Reaper mumbled.
Not giving her a chance to respond, Reaper leaned in letting his lips connect to hers; halting her movements. It started as a slow build, but quickly turned into an inferno. Reaper gripped the back of Amber’s head, pulling her hair to position her exactly where he wanted it. He deepened the kiss. Amber moaned against his mouth.
He used his tongue to sweep the outside of her lips and Amber opened for him, just as he wanted. The pain in his arm, long forgotten. Reaper had never been harder in his life. They continued to kiss like their lives depended on it. Cliché or not, that was exactly how it felt. Like the world would end as soon as their lips parted. When the kiss finally ended, both were gasping for breath.
“We need to get back to the clubhouse. Quickly,” Reaper stated, causing Amber to giggle.
She moved slowly back over to her seat, wiggling her ass against him and laughed even more when Reaper groaned. This woman was definitely going to be the death of him, he thought, but he couldn’t have been more excited about the prospect.
The drive back to the clubhouse seemed to take twice as long. Probably because of the raging boner Reaper was continuously fighting. Pulling into the compound, they both groaned out loud. It seemed half the clubhouse was outside waiting on them. There was no way they could head to his bedroom now. Sledge walked over to the truck, before Reaper even had it parked. Ginx, the club’s nurse, wasn’t too far behind him.
“Let me take a look at you, Reaper,” Ginx said, as soon as he opened his door.
“It’s just a scratch Ginx. It’ll heal,” Reaper replied, really not needing all the attention when he was sporting a woody.
He walked to the other side of the truck where Sledge was helping Amber climb out. Amber gave her brother a hug, but stepped over toward Reaper when he reached them. Sledge gave the two a curious look but only smiled, looking for all intents and purposes, rather pleased with himself.
“Okay you two, my office. I want to know exactly what the hell happened,” Sledge ordered, walking towards the club, shaking his head.
Reaper and Amber followed Sledge up the stairs and into his office. Both relayed the events of the day, minus the make-out session in the truck. “So he was there waiting?” Sledge asked.
“Maybe, but I don’t think so. If he was, why wait until we walked outside? Why not just corner us in the apartment? That’s what I would have done. Less witnesses. I’m thinking he had a look out who called him to let him know we were there,” Reaper replied.
“Make more sense,” Sledge thought out loud. “Amber, are you okay?” he asked turning concerned eyes on his sister.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Pissed the hell off, but fine. That piece of shit destroyed my apartment, Devin,” she relayed.
“I know. Reaper sent me pictures. I sent a cleaning crew over. They’ll get everything put back together,” Sledge tried to reassure her.
“Honestly, when the gun came out, I was scared shitless but, I don’t know. I wanted so badly to beat the hell out of Joe. Then the asshole had to pull a gun. Like what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” she asked throwing her hands up in the air. Reaper watched as she took a deep breath and blowing it out, trying to calm herself.
“You do exactly what I made you do,” Reaper answered, “Get out of my way, so I can handle it.”
Reaper watched as Amber rolled her eyes at his comment. He knew he sounded like a male chauvinist, but he didn’t want to see her get hurt. Reaper would lay his life down to protect her.
“Alright,” Sledge said. “I’m waiting to hear back from Banjo. He located the car on a few traffic cams and was able to trace the plate. It came back to Ratchet’s apartment in Deep Ellum. But Banjo is still searching for more information. The more we know, the better we’ll be. Go get cleaned up, I’ll let you know when I hear back from him again,” Sledge said as he walked over to Reaper and gave him a hug.
“Thank you for keeping her safe,” Sledge said into Reaper’s ear. Reaper nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Always Brother,” Reaper replied, and left the office.