Bring It On

Chapter 5

Reaper's POV

There was something about Anna-Lee that just pulls me towards her. She was like me. She had a darkness within her and I wanted to play with it. I could see it in her eyes as she looked over the club last night. She wanted to fully enjoy what was to be offered, but she didn't. She had scars on her body and she knew if the other brothers saw them, they'd snitch to Ranger and who knows how that man would react. I wonder how she takes her fucking. Rougher than what most women could handle? Or is she too fucked up and can't handle it rough? Her piercings and tattoos told me she didn't mind pain. Can she even feel pain anymore? How long did they torture her? Damn red tape. When I saw the calculating look in her gaze when I went behind the bar, I knew why she was perched there. She didn't like having people at her back. Especially those she had just met. The bar was in the back corner of the club main floor, and sitting on it allowed her to see the entire floor. She was able to see who came and went, and who went up and down the stairs. She had to know where everyone was at all times. When she smoked this morning, she had the wall to her back. I wondered what other habits she had. 

Today we were having a cookout for the big foot ball game that was supposed to be on and Ranger brought her along. Again she was perched on the bar. Since it was early in the day there weren't any blunts and beers being passed about. There were women enjoying sitting in the laps of some, hoping to be taken to a room later. None of the women caught my eye. Except her. She seemed off though. Ranger seemed completely oblivious to it, but that's because she was hiding it really well when she interacted with him. Seeing her by herself though as she watched the game, I could see it in her eyes. I went and sat on the bar beside her as she lit a cigarette. I lit my own and neither of us said anything. 

Her eyes were only partially on the TV, for the most part she was watching the club. 

It was almost half time when bikers who weren't welcome, pulled up. We were all quick to grab our guns and tell the women to get upstairs. Anna-Lee didn't listen though. She just stayed on the bar drinking her beer. 

Soon Rebel Angels were in our club and they outnumbered us four to one. "Sorry to ruin your little party," Blackstone, their President, said. "But we have a problem we need to settle." "And that is," Viper asked him. "You taking our transport jobs," Blackstone said while pointing his gun at Viper. We all drew our weapons in retaliation. "Maybe if your boys didn't let shit slip through their loose lips, more would want your services," Viper said to him, not even flinching at the barrel in his face. 

"Secrets don't slip from my men," Blackstone said. "If they didn't slip from your men, then how come we know about your drug run tomorrow night," Viper asked him. Where did he learn that? "I just need to give one call to Julio, and get your shit shut down." "Can't call if your dead," Blackstone argued. "The informant who told me, can easily make that call for me, so consider it a fuck up from beyond the grave," Viper said. He was playing a very dangerous game. "Your boys shouldn't brag so much about the jobs you do score, maybe then you would get more offers for your services." 

He seemed to be weighing his options then he put his gun away. Viper smirked, "Now be a good little bitch and get the fuck off my property." They retreated for now, but I knew we'd have problems with them later.

Viper then called Church. "I want their fucking runs screwed to hell," he declared. He wanted to get back at them for pointing a gun at him. "Tonight some of their prospects should be moving some money. Take it. Take them out long range so they wont know who hit them. I want to keep those bastards guessing for a bit." He picked Ranger, Saber, Torque, and Brick to handle it.

Most went to their bikes while Ranger went inside to talk with his sister and I went in. "I gotta head out for a job," he said to her. She nodded, "Okay." "You gonna be okay here," he asked her. "I'll be fine. Just be careful."

He nodded and left. It was just us in the compound. All others were now scarce wanting to fuck shit up somewhere since they weren't given the job. She tossed her beer bottle in the trash can before looking me over. I knew that lust filled look in her eye. I've seen it a time or two but she never made a move.

"Why now," I asked her as I approached. "Because I am learning who will and wont tell my brother," she said. She looked me over again and my cock felt restrained in my pants. "I trust you to keep it to yourself." "Ain't my place to tell," I told her. "Perfect," she said as she slid off the bar, her breasts bouncing as she did.

I took her hand and lead her up to my room. I didn't hesitate to kiss her once the door was shut. I was rough with my kiss, and she returned the kiss the same way. We didn't bother with any foreplay, not needing it, as we stripped off our clothes. She was fucking gorgeous. Her pierced nipples shined in the sun light that peaked through the curtains. Her belly button and hips were pierced as well. She had many scars covering her body. Some rough and raised, some faint and small. She seemed to look my own body over with the same admiration as she bit her lips, her eyes trailing over my scars and piercings. When we were done looking over each other's bodies, I put a condom on before I took what I needed from her. The mind blowing thing about her was that she took what she needed from me, returning every bit of savageness I gave her. Most women I bed, I had to hold back when I fucked them, and they just took what I gave them. She fucking took and she gave. Her nails weren't gentle as they scratched up my back, my neck and chest covered in bites from her, her teeth had even played with my pierced nipples and I fucking loved it.
When she came, she gushed, and I wanted more. I didn't care if she soaked me, it was amazing.

When we were both spent, for the first time, I laid down, having to catch my breath. I closed my eyes as I listened to the complete silence in my head. I had no phantom feelings of touch and her taste wasn't something I wanted to rush to rid myself of.

I looked over at her when I felt the bed shift. She was grabbing a cigarette from her pack and was lighting it. "I'll be out of here when I can feel my legs," she said. When she went to raise her lighter to the cigarette, I noticed her wrist then. She had a cut on it. I snatched her wrist and looked at it. It was clearly self inflicted.

She took her wrist from me, and went back to lighting her cigarette. I sat up, "Anna." "Don't fucking call me Anna," she said softly. "Either my full name or Lee, but never just Anna." I could tell it wasn't just because she didn't like it. There was more behind it. "My apologies," I said to her. She blew out some smoke with a sigh, "It's the first cut I've given myself in a while. The thoughts became too much and I couldn't find anyone to fuck my mind into oblivion. I couldn't resist it."

I knew why she couldn't find anyone. She didn't know who she could trust. "From now on, come to me," I told her. She was fucked up like I was. I understood her better than anyone else in the club. I understood what she needed.

She studied me as I took the cigarette from her to take a drag. "Why would you do that for me," she asked. "Because Viper and I protect our brothers and our family. We said you had our protection and if fucking you is the best way to protect you from yourself, you'll hear no complaints from me," I said. She seemed to think about it before nodding, "Fine. You ever need it, you call me up as well." Oh I will, I thought. I'm tired of holding back when I fuck.

She and I discussed more details on our arrangement before she dressed and left my room. I showered but didn't scrub myself as rough as I normally do. It was a fucking miracle. Who knew fucking the right kind of woman would make me feel better.