Part 11

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Wolf groaned and ran his fingers through the woman’s hair. Her mouth and fingers worked his cock expertly, and his balls tingled and drew up, signaling that he was close to coming. He pumped his hips up, pushing deeper into her warm mouth. With a groan, he came, and he didn’t really care if she swallowed it or not. She pulled away when he released her hair, coughing and wiping her mouth. She still gave him a seductive smile, but he ignored her and focused on Phantom walking towards them.

“I’m headed to bed. See you in the morning.”

“Sure thing, brother.” Wolf packed his flaccid cock away and pushed to his feet, feeling a little wobbly in the knees.

“Hey,” the woman complained. Wolf didn’t even spare her a look as he walked to the bar and found Kid behind it.

“You good with closing up tonight?” he asked, and Kid nodded.

“Yeah, I got this. I’m gonna throw out the last stragglers soon anyway, and then lock up the place.”

“Good, and stay out of the basement.”

“Will do.” Kid grinned and eyed the woman Wolf had just enjoyed.

“Be sure to rubber up with that one,” Wolf said and slapped the young man on the back.

“Sure thing.” Kid put away a few empty bottles, but his eyes kept straying to the woman sitting on the sofa, sulking. Wolf shook his head. Kid hadn’t gotten his nickname because he was young. No, he got it because he didn’t shoot blanks and hated to wrap it up. He had a whole slew of kids with different women.

Wolf made his way towards the stairs to his room but stopped halfway there and turned towards the hallway instead. He took the stairs to the basement and stopped in front of the room they had stashed Reaper in. He paused for a bit, his drunken mind slow to follow his thought process. He reached out and opened the small hatch in the door, letting him look inside. Reaper was on the bed, fully clothed and lying on top of the comforter. Her eyes were closed, and she looked asleep, but as he looked, she opened her eyes and glared at him.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why you hate us so much?”

“Oh, that’s a tough one. Let me see, what about the fact that you’re keeping me against my will?”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like we want you here,” Wolf growled back.

“No, you’re just doing what you’re told like the good little dogs you are.”

“It’s called loyalty to my brothers, but what would a thief like you know about that?”

“Loyalty? Loyalty is supposed to mean protection. It’s supposed to mean that you know the brothers have your back when you’re in trouble. But all I ever got was a year in hell. So you can take your brotherly loyalty and stick it up your ass.”

Wolf frowned. What the hell was she talking about.

“Go to bed, Wolf. I’m not interested in any chit-chat.” Reaper turned her back to him and lay down again, and Wolf took the hint. He closed the hatch and walked back upstairs. He paused outside Phantom’s room, but the snoring coming from the other side made him walk on. He fell into bed and stared at the ceiling. What the hell had Reaper meant with that? Was she somehow connected to the Sons of War? Or was she connected to another club? That would explain why she had stolen Death’s bike. He remembered some of the stupid shit he and Phantom had pulled when they had been teenagers. Sometimes it was a wonder they made it to adulthood. He rubbed his tired eyes and then stared at his hand. The skin over one of his knuckles had split when he hit the guy. He didn’t regret his actions. The guy had been an idiot to attack him, but he did regret letting Reaper play them like that. And she had played them perfectly, making them walk right into her trap. Wolf shook his head. They would have to be careful with her. Clearly, she had no trouble using others to gain what she wanted.

He pushed off the bed and went to the bathroom, taking a piss, before pulling off his clothes and collapsing back in bed. Maybe they should just leave her in the basement. They could feed her three times a day and take her to the bathroom. It would cut down on trouble, and since the basement room didn’t have any windows, it would keep her put. He would have to suggest it to Phantom in the morning.

Published by Tea Spangsberg

Tea is an Author who claims to be a Viking, but in reality she would suck at it as she get terribly seasick.

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