Authors: Joanna Wylde
Reaper's Property (11 page)
She screamed.
“I’m so sorry, sis,” Jeff said, the words
muffled and broken. Marie looked around the room frantically, disbelief and
shock written all over her face. Horse felt his cock harden and decided he was
one sick fuck. The woman was terrified and she didn’t want him, yet she still
turned him on. Of course, just about everything she did turned him on.
Everything but throwing his offer to take
her as property back in his face. Fuckin’ bitch and her text messages. He
might’ve paid fifty grand for her, but she claimed a million wouldn’t be
enough?
She should be grateful to him for saving
her brother.
Picnic looked at Marie and winked. That was
creepy, even to Horse, and it surprised him that she didn’t have a heart attack
on the spot. Good, he wanted her afraid.
“Little brother’s been a bad boy,” Picnic
said. “He’s been stealing from us. You know anything about that?”
She shook her head, a grocery bag falling,
apples rolling on the floor. One hit Horse’s foot and it took all his willpower
not to kick it at Jensen’s head.
“I don’t understand,” she said, giving her
brother a pleading look.
“He’s supposed to be working for us,”
Picnic said. “Pretty good with that little laptop of his, sure you get that.
But instead of working he’s been playing at the casino with our fucking money.
Now he has the balls to tell me that he’s lost the money and can’t pay us
back.”
He punctuated the last four words with jabs
of his pistol’s thick, round barrel into the back of Jeff’s neck. Marie looked
stunned, blinking rapidly. Horse could almost see the thoughts racing through
her pretty little head.
“You got fifty grand on you?” he asked
casually.
“
He stole fifty thousand dollars
?”
“Yup,” Horse said. “And if it doesn’t get
paid back right now, his options are limited.”
“I thought you were friends,” she
whispered, eyes darting between Horse, Jensen and Picnic.
“You’re a sweet kid,” Picnic replied. “But
you don’t get who we are. There’s the club and everyone else, and this stupid
fucker is
not
part of the club. You fuck with us, we will fuck you back.
Harder. Always.”
Jeff’s mouth trembled, tears welling up in
his eyes. Horse’d been surprised the guy didn’t start bawling earlier, to be
honest. Then Jensen pissed his pants.
“Shit,” muttered Ruger. “I fucking hate it
when they piss themselves.”
He looked down at the man and shook his
head.
“You don’t see your sister pissing herself,
do you? What a little bitch,” he said, disgusted.
“Are you going to kill us?” Marie asked,
starting to tremble. She’d lost the color in her face. Horse looked at Jensen,
disgusted. What kind of asshole put his sister through something like this—not
just this, here, but living in a dump like this, working all day changing
diapers for minimum wage?
“I mean, would you really kill people you
shared pictures of your daughters with?” Marie asked, studying Picnic’s face.
“One of them is about my age, isn’t she? Can’t we work something out? Maybe we
can make payments or something.”
Horse snorted and shook his head. Time to
move things along.
“You don’t get it, sweetie, this isn’t just
about money. We could give a shit about the money. This is about respect and
stealing from the club. We let this pissant fuck get away with it, they’ll all
start doing it. We don’t let stuff like this slide. Ever. He pays with blood.”
She closed her eyes for second, and Horse
saw the moisture hovering on her lashes. Shit, he hated women crying. No, he
hated
bitches
crying, and Marie was just another bitch. He needed to
remember that.
“Jeff, why?” she whispered, and the
heartbreak and despair in her voice made Painter flinch. Horse grew cold, dark
rage building. How dare the little prick look at her like that, pleading with
his eyes, and what did he do to deserve her loyalty?
“I wasn’t planning to lose it,” he replied,
his voice full of despair. “I thought I could win it back, make it up somehow.
Or that maybe I could hide it in the wire transfers…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Picnic said, smacking
the side of Jensen’s head with his free hand. “You don’t talk club business.
Even when you’re about to die.”
“There’s another way,” Horse said, deciding
to lay things out for her. Might as well get it over with and make damned sure
she understood her place. He’d offered her better, but she hadn’t wanted it.
Now she’d take what she got, and she better not complain about it. “Paying in
blood can mean different things.”
“He doesn’t need to die for that to
happen,” she said quickly. “Maybe you can burn down our trailer!”
She smiled at him like she’d won the cake
at a cakewalk.
“Oh, we’re gonna do that no matter what,”
Horse drawled. “But that’s not blood. I can think of something that is though.”
“What?” Jeff asked, his voice full of
desperate hope. “I’ll do anything, I swear. If you give me a chance I’ll crack
so many accounts for you, you won’t believe what we can accomplish. I’ll stop
smoking, that’ll clear my head, I’ll do a better job…”
His voice trailed off as Horse laughed, and
the mohawk guy shook his head and grinned at Picnic.
“You believe this asshole?” he asked.
“Seriously, douche, you aren’t making a very good case for yourself, telling us
just how much you been slacking.”
Jeff whimpered, and Horse saw Marie jerk
forward, as if she wanted to go to him but thought better of it. That pissed
him off even more. He wanted that kind of caring from her and she wasted it on
her brother instead. But he was getting too worked up too fast, he needed to
keep his cool. He took a second to slow down, stretching his neck from side to
side, cracking his knuckles. That cleared his head.
“Let’s get a couple of things clear,” he
said. “We’re not going to hurt you, Marie.”
“You aren’t?” she asked, and the surprise
in her eyes stabbed right through him. She thought he’d hurt her, like her
asshat ex, Gary. Might as well call him a monster. He forced himself back on
track.
“Nope,” he said. “You didn’t do anything
wrong, we aren’t pissed at you. This isn’t about you. You’ll keep your mouth
shut if you want to survive, and you’re smart enough to know that. That’s not
why you’re here.”
“Why am I here?”
“So you can see just how seriously fucked
your brother is,” he replied. “Because we’re going to kill him if he doesn’t
find a way to pay us back. I think he might be able to pull it off with the
proper motivation.”
“I will,” Jeff babbled. “I’ll pay you back,
thank you so much—”
“No, you’ll pay us back twice as much,
fuckwad,” Picnic said, kicking him viciously in the side with his heavy leather
boot. Jeff pitched to the floor, keening in pain. “That’s if we let you live,
which is entirely up to your sister.”
Now was the moment. Horse wondered if he’d
have to argue with her or just throw her in the truck, hands tied behind her
back.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
Well shit. That was a little too easy.
Didn’t she care about her safety at all? Nope, all she cared about was
Jeff-hole. Horse snorted, disgusted, letting his eyes roam across her body.
Fuck, she was hot. Even like this, straight from work, scared out of her mind.
His Marie was small and curvy, with hair framing her face and tits heaving as
she tried to control her fear. He’d bet a thousand dollars she had no idea the
top four buttons of her shirt had come undone, showing a hell of a lot of
cleavage and the outline of her black bra.
His dick approved. It wanted to squeeze
between those boobs and shoot out a pretty pearl necklace for her to wear.
Horse took a deep breath, this wasn’t over yet. He could fuck her tits later.
Might be the first thing on his list.
“Don’t you want to ask what it is first?”
he asked.
“Um, sure,” she said. “What do I have to
do?”
“It seems Horse here wants a house mouse,”
Picnic said. She looked blank. Picnic sighed and looked at Horse. “She’s
clueless, you sure about this? Seems like work to me.”
Horse glared at him, wondering if he could
hit him without fucking up his plan. Probably not. He turned back to Marie,
forcing himself to stay calm, collected.
“This is your option,” he said, voice
clipped. “You want to keep dumbass alive, pack a bag and climb on my bike when
we leave. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, no questions and no
bitching.”
“Why?” she asked, so cute and confused and
blank it pissed him off even more. Didn’t she have any survival skills at all?
“So you can cook dessert for me,” he
snapped.
Her mouth dropped open. Seriously, she
didn’t get what was happening here? He shook his head, frustrated.
“Why the hell do you think?” he said, the
words grating and harsh. “So I can fuck you.”
Chapter
Ten
“
You’re threatening to kill my
brother just so you can sleep with me?”
Marie asked, her face stricken.
Ruger walked over to Horse, draping his arm
around his shoulders.
“She’s cute, but not real smart. Why don’t
you let me take her for a ride, get her trained up for you.”
Ruger pumped his hips lewdly toward Marie.
Horse turned and punched him in the stomach, the prick. He’d had too much of
this shit, time to move along. He wanted Marie alone, naked, riding his cock.
Enough with the pleasantries.
Grabbing her arm, he dragged her out of the
trailer and into the orchard, pushing her back against one of the trees. She
was breathing hard, making her boobs rise and fall, taunting him. He was pissed
at Jeff, pissed at Ruger and pissed at Marie for being so damned perfect that
she’d pushed him to this after he should have cut her loose. He’d offered her
everything and she’d thrown it back in his face, yet she was perfectly willing
to pimp herself out for that fuckface of a brother.
“I don’t want to
sleep
with you,” he
told her grimly. “I want to
fuck
you. Sleeping, cuddling, all that other
shit is for girlfriends and old ladies, and you’ve made it pretty fucking clear
you aren’t interested in any of that,” he said, thinking about the leathers
he’d gotten for her. What a joke. “I’m threatening your brother because he
stole from the club, which had nothing to do with you. You steal from the club,
you pay in blood. You’re his blood. We take you, he pays. Fucking you is just a
bonus.”
“So you’re taking me to show that people
shouldn’t steal from the club?” she asked, and he thought he saw a glint of
understanding in her eyes. Finally.
“It’s a fuckin’ miracle, she gets it,” he
muttered to no one, throwing up his hands. “Your brother’s lucky, because I
wanna stick my dick in you more than I wanna kill him. Otherwise this wouldn’t
be worth the trouble. If Jeff-hole gets his shit together and pays back the
club I might let you go—when I’m done with you. If he doesn’t, then I’ll find
some other use for you. Got it?”
Let her go? Not likely. Still, he had to
play out the game. At some point she’d talk to her brother again, and when she
did, dickwad needed to hear the right message.
“No games, no bullshit,” he said. He
stepped away, trying to calm down, then turned back toward her. She looked
terrified, clutching her hands together, tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly he felt like an asshole. “You do this, it’s your choice. I’m not
raping you. You’re making a decision to pay for your brother’s mistake on your
back. You get me?”
She stared at him, eyes full of
condemnation. That shamed him, and he didn’t like the feeling. Anger felt
better.
“I’m serious,” Horse said, glaring at her,
daring her to defy him. Fighting would be better than just watching her
silently sucking it up for her brother. Hell, he
liked
fighting with
her. Made his dick stand up and take notice. “You call it off any time you
want. I’m not gonna lock you up and watch you every minute. You make this deal,
it’s up to you to keep it. And you don’t have to make the fucking deal. Your
brother’s an idiot and he knew what he was getting into. This isn’t your mess
and it’s not your job to bail him out.”
“You trying to talk me out of it?” she
asked with quiet dignity. “Well, you can’t. I meant what I said. I’d do
anything for Jeff. Anything.”
Horse clenched his jaw and spun away from
her, needing some kind of outlet for his anger and frustration before he did
something really stupid. He kicked one of the trees and the throbbing pain in
his foot helped him focus.
What exactly did he want from her, anyway?
He needed her in his bed, in his house. She’d made it clear she wouldn’t end up
there on her own. Was it his fault her brother was the biggest idiot on earth?
Horse was offering them a lifeline, yet she judged him for it. Again. Just like
she’d judged him for offering her a place as his old lady.
Stupid woman didn’t have the first clue
what she needed but he’d give it to her anyway.
Hopefully ten times a day.
His cock had gone from hard to painfully
swollen. He adjusted it, trying to find a comfortable position, but the only
place it wanted to be was pumping between her legs. Determined to drive him
crazy, her ass wiggled at him every few seconds until he started to seriously wonder
if he’d come in his pants. Marie pulled out a shoebox and tossed it on the bed.
It spilled open and he sat down and flipped through the photos, desperate for a
distraction. He saw shots of her when she was a teen, her and Jeff decked out
in swimsuits as kids, arms around each other. There was a picture of her at a
school dance… And there was her wedding picture.
Shit.
He pulled it out, noting the streaks of
dried blood staining it. So this was Gary. The guy looked like every
played-out, high school jock-turned-bully on earth. Big and meaty, he probably
ran to fat now that he didn’t have a coach to kick his butt. He looked like an
asshole, holding the sweet and delicate Marie in his hands like some kind of
county fair prize. Marie was gorgeous, but way the fuck too young. She wore a
simple white dress and held a bouquet of daffodils. Douchebag wasn’t even
wearing a suit. Everything screamed cheap-wedding-between-kids-way-too-young,
but Horse still felt a powerful wave of jealousy.
Gary had taken that pretty girl in the
picture home, pulled off her dress and fucked her.
Should’ve killed the man when he had the
chance.
Horse glanced over at Marie, who was still
digging through the closet. Her thong teased him and he realized that she’d
probably bought the damned thing for Gary—and she still had the picture of them
together. The wave of jealousy turned tsunami, and Horse had a sudden vision of
her meeting up with Gary, of him trying to change her mind about leaving. Women
got back together with losers all the time.
“You wear that shit for him?” he asked,
holding up the wedding picture. She looked blank.
“That butt floss,” he snapped. “Why the
fuck are you wearing a thong to work at a daycare? Are you seeing him again?”
“No!” she said, eyes wide. “I haven’t seen him
since that last time, you should know that. He hasn’t called me, nothing. When
I get all the papers ready, Denise’s husband said he’d serve them for me.”
Horse grunted, trying not to lose it. Of
course she hadn’t seen him again, the man beat the shit out of her. Marie
wasn’t stupid.
And what about the asshole who’s kidnapping her?
Horse
wondered.
What does she think of me?
He pushed the thought away,
focusing on the thong again—once they got home, he’d take her to Victoria’s
Secret, get her all new shit. None of Gary’s sloppy seconds in his house.
“You keeping this?” he asked, looking at
the picture.
“Yes,” she replied. “I don’t want to
forget, at least not yet.”
He dropped the picture, disgusted, watching
as she moved to her dresser. Every time she reached up, he caught flashes of
her tiny little waist, swelling down into hips built to cradle his. Her figure
was the ideal combination of small and curvy, every part adding up to
perfection.
Horse wasn’t sure how much longer he could
take this. He needed a taste, just a taste. Now. He got up and stood behind
her, taking her hips and pulling them back into his. Horse rubbed his cock
against her butt, so aroused it caused him physical pain. He leaned into her,
smelling her hair. Impossibly, his dick got harder.
This woman was going to kill him.
“I love how your hair smells,” he muttered.
He wondered what it would feel like trailing across his chest or wrapped around
his cock. Better put that one on the list too.
Marie tensed.
“I have ten minutes left,” she said, her
voice full of strain. “Please.”
That pissed him off, spinning him out of
control. How much more of this did he have to take? She belonged to him now,
he’d paid
fifty fucking thousand dollars
for her. Hell, he’d even gone
to the mat to save her worthless brother from the club. He’d offered her
everything he had and she’d thrown it back in his face.
Horse let go of her hip, reaching up to
grab that hair and twisting her head around to the side. He covered it with his
mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he wanted to thrust his cock
down into her cunt—hard and fast, without mercy. She moaned, collapsing against
him, and he slid his other hand down her stomach to her pants, ripping them
open. Then his fingers plunged into her pussy. He pulled back, wanting to see
her face, watching as her breath came faster and she flushed with desire and
need. The sight gave him savage satisfaction.
Marie was his property now.
“This pussy,” Horse said, fingering her
roughly. “This pussy is mine. You are mine. I’ll fuck you when and where I
want, and you can either take it or get the fuck out. Are we clear?”
”Yes,” Marie whispered, shivering as her
eyes dilated. He felt how close she was to release, the flesh between her legs
tightening. He took her mouth one more time, punishing her with his tongue and
his fingers, dancing right on the edge. She thrust her hips at him and he ended
the kiss, dropping his lips to her neck, licking and sucking, wanting to mark
her for everyone to see.
He bit her and she moaned. Loud.
Gloating, Horse pulled his hand out of her
pants and stepped back. His cock was like a pillar of granite and his heart
beat so hard he could feel it pounding in his forehead, but he’d sent her a
message about who was in charge. He lifted his fingers, slowly licking off her
sweet juices.
“Don’t care how good you taste, you don’t
call the shots,” he whispered. “We clear?”
She nodded, flushed and needy, still
quivering.
“Your rules,” she whispered back. “Or I
leave. And what happens if I do?”
He forced his features to stay smooth.
“To you? Nothing,” he said, but he knew
better. If she left him, he’d hunt her down and drag her back home by the hair
if he had to. “You’re with me of your own free will. But the club has to be
paid in blood, Marie, not even I control that. Don’t forget.”
”Okay.”
He pushed her gently out of the way as he
reached into the lingerie drawer, pulling out panties, bras and a teddy. He
thought about Gary’s hands on her, stripping these scraps of lace off her
perfect body, and wanted to rip them apart with his bare hands. Instead he
tossed them on the floor.
“You won’t need these.”
He saw something tucked in the back, black
fabric with Reaper colors.
What the hell?
He reached in, grabbing it. It
was his t-shirt, he realized, with something wrapped inside it. She’d kept it.
He pulled the bundle out and turned to Marie.
She blushed, holding out a hand.
Horse shook his head slowly and started
unrolling. What he saw nearly sent his cock punching through his jeans. It was
a vibrator, and a beast at that. Not too long, but it split into two parts, one
clearly designed to go inside and stimulate a woman’s G-spot, the other for her
clit.
Marie kept her toy wrapped in his
t-shirt
.
Oh yeah. He owned her now.
“Pack the shit and the toy,” he said,
barely able to get the words out. What would she look like, using that thing on
herself? He couldn’t wait to find out.
She threw everything into her backpack and
zipped it shut, throwing it over her shoulder.
“That it?” he asked. “You want anything
else from the living room or kitchen? It won’t be here if you try to come
back.”
It’ll be burned to a crisp, along with any evidence your brother
might have hidden here.
Marie shook her head, blushing fiercely. He
leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “Next time you want to play with your
pretty pink toy, you do it while I’m watching. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let
you wear the tee. Got it?”
Marie nodded. Horse took her arm and pulled
her through the living room, past Jeff and his brother Reapers, out to his
bike.
