Bring It On

Chapter 3

Reaper's POV

I was at the bar at the compound when Crew, our tech genius, came over with the file on Ranger's sister that Viper asked for. I took it and nodded. He walked away and I opened it. She was a retired Marine sniper, came home with a purple heart, and was honorably discharged. The mission that got her injured and sent home was deeply classified. Too much red tape for Crew to get through to find out, it seems. Other missions he was able to get his hands on. It was clear she was in a special ops team, and took out many our country saw as a threat. It was all under the radar stuff that you wouldn't be able to find when doing a simple google search. Some were up and coming terrorist groups, sex traffickers, and other things along those lines. In the team she operated with, only her and couple others were still alive. They were all honorably discharged. One of which was living with his wife a few cities over, and another was in a psych ward. 

I then flipped to the second page that was a medical file on the wounds from their last mission. In the last mission that got many in her team killed, her and the one that's in the psych ward were tortured gruesomely. The one that is with his wife, had gone in guns blazing, determined to save the two of them. All three had been shot and injured, but he got them to safety. She was twenty two at the time. 

A year later, she tried to over dose on painkillers due to her survivors guilt and PTSD. Her parents then put her in a psych ward where she stayed for two years until she was deemed not a threat to herself or others. Then for the last three years, she's been good. At least from what the file says. I closed the file and took it to Viper's office. 

"It's open," he called out. I went in and handed him the file. He opened it and as he read it, his eye brows rose. "How much of this do you think Ranger knows," he asked as he looked at me. I gave him a shrug. He moved to the city ten years ago, and has been part of the MC for eight. She enlisted when she was eighteen, probably right before or right after he moved away. It was possible she didn't tell him or he knew everything. I honestly thought it was none of our business. We wanted information on her to ensure she wasn't a threat to us. She's not so we should leave it be. 

He nodded, as if reading my thoughts, "We'll leave it. Ain't our business to tell." I nodded and he went back to reading the file. After a few minutes, he declared her not a threat. I then left his office and I saw many were now lounging about, blunts being passed, shots being taken, and pussy walking about for the enjoyment. A sexy little red head I've enjoyed a time or two gave me a smirk. I couldn't think of her name, nor did I care to even try to remember it. She held up the blunt for me to take and I did. I took a hit from it before passing it to a brother. I then took her hand and lead her up the stairs to my room. I pushed her against the door once it was shut, my lips on hers. I wasn't fucking gentle. I didn't know how to be. My grip on her hips was going to leave bruises, the hickies I left dark, but from the way she screamed in pleasure and came on my cock, she didn't care. I buried my hand in her hair as I fucked her from behind, slamming my cock into her. 

When I came I stayed still for a moment as I filled the condom, the thoughts in my head finally brought to a whisper as the orgasm muffled them. I then pulled out of her and she laid there panting, trying to catch her breath. She then began to dress, her legs seeming to still be shaking. I didn't care. No woman sleeps in my bed. They were only allowed in it if they were letting me use them for my own needs, then they were to go on their way. Once she was gone, I took off the condom and went into my bathroom. In the shower, I scrubbed myself till my skin stung from the harshness of it. I didn't care. I needed to feel clean. When I got out, I brushed my teeth, getting the taste of her kiss out of my mouth. I enjoyed sex because it silenced the thoughts. It was the same reason I enjoyed the drugs and booze we have flowing throughout the club almost every night. 

I stared at myself in the mirror. My dark hair hung in my eyes, my nipples were missing their piercings since I didn't shower with them in. My cock was missing it's piercing as well. I wanted to change up as much of my body as possible without surgery to make it different than the body that was tortured. I didn't tell the brothers about the piercings or the reason for my tattoos. The women I bed know of them, but I didn't give a shit. If the women talked about them to the others then so be it. The others ain't mentioned shit, and it's best they don't. 

I put my piercings in before dressing and going downstairs to enjoy more of the weed and alcohol that went around the club. 

When I went to sleep, not a single thought was in my mind. I knew it was only temporary though. They'll find their way into my sleep, they always do. 

I woke the next morning to my alarm going off. I slapped the button to turn it off and moved to sit on the edge of my bed, with my feet on the floor. I put my head in my hands, mentally pushing back the remnants of the nightmares that plague me. When they weren't at the forefront of my mind anymore, I got up and dressed. I grabbed my hat and pushed my hair back before putting it on backwards. I grabbed my cut and put it on before stepping out of my room. Many were waking up in whatever places they passed out in last night. I picked the ones that were able to function and we headed out to do the job.