Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

48. Reaper

True to their word, the Devils only bought 25 men with them. Easily overpowered by us if need me I thought to myself as we stood, lined up outside to greet our guests. Not that I wanted it to go that way, especially with Alexis here.

As the men dispersed around the bar, I was about to make my way back to Lex when Grunter called me.

"Reaper, come here boy, I want you to meet some people."

Taking one last glance at her, I turned around to shake hands with the two old bikers before me. I hated leaving her alone with all these assholes sniffing around.

"Rocket, Creeper, I'd like you to meet my son, and future President of the Hellbound Mother Charter, Reaper."

"Reaper, heard all about you and that temper of yours" Rocket the President said, grinning as he shook my hand.

"Just needed to find the right vice, I replied coolly. Much more level headed these days."

"Where is that woman of yours anyway? Best keep your eye on her with all the extra... men around" Grunter stated.

I turned to scan the room for her, and paused.

Shit.

She was standing over some punk ass Devil, hands on hips as he looked at her with a look that made me want to rip his fucking eyeballs out.

I made my way closer, the three old men hot on my trail. Once I was in earshot, what I heard both shocked me and filled me with pride at the very same time.

"Excuse me?" Alexis asked in a 'don't fuck with me tone.

"You got hearing issues girly? That why nobody ain't bothered making ya an old lady? I said come park that perky little ass of yours right here". He slapped his knee.

"And if your lucky I'll let you have a ride on daddies cock once the party down here's over. Hell, if ya pussies tight I might even just take ya home with me, make ya me old lady. We ain't got nothing as fine as you back home".

A shit eating grin spread across his face, and I felt Grunters hand grip my shoulder firmly, his eyes silently commanding me not to make a scene.

The fucking old man should know me better.

Stepping forward and closing the gap between us and them, I was about to give the fucker a piece of my mind, when Alexis did the job for me.

Pulling back her arm, she punched the son of a bitch square in the nose, putting all her weight behind the hit just as Tank had shown her.

"What the fuck you stupid whore!"

As he stood, clutching his nose, rage evident in his eyes, I put my arm around Alexis's waist, pulling her back against me.

"Do we have a problem here" I asked in a steely tone.

"Yeh we got a problem" he snarled back.

"Ya club whore here needs to learn a bit of fucking respect. Learn your place, bitch."

"Oh she knows where she belongs. Right here by my side. Touch my woman again and I'll fucking kill you".

The pale look on the man's face told me he recognized his mistake instantly.

"Oh shit... Reaper... I didn't mean... it wasn't... Fuck she didn't have a cut on I just assumed..."

The idiot was stumbling over his words,  and I didn't have the patience to stick around. Guiding my woman back to the old ladies table I sat, pulling her down into my lap.

"Do you know how fucking hot that was?" I whispered in her ear, earning a giggle in return.

The rest of the night was nothing out of the ordinary. Drunken bodies littered the place, bikers and whores were fucking on any flat surface they could find, and the stench of alcohol and cigarettes tainted the air.

In fact, the entire weekend of The Devil's Reject's went surprisingly... normal. They drunk our booze, ate out food and fucked our woman. All while Grunter bent over backwards to their every request, that I was yet to figure out.

They'd left for their run Saturday night. Tank and I led a small group of men to tail them since Grunter didn't have the balls. I half expected the run to be cover for something else entirely, but it was just that. A run. A job.

We watched as the men stood around in an abandoned warehouse on the far east side of the city. Watched the simple exchange. Drugs for cold hard cash, I'd seen it a million times, been part of it more times than I could count.

The ride home was silent. I still couldn't shake the feeling there was more to this visit than meets the eye, and I was pretty fucking sure Grunter knew more than he was letting on.

As we gathered in the carpark, bidding farewell to the club as they readied themselves to leave, I caught their Pres staring at Alexis with a look of pure hatred. It was only for a split second, but it had been clear as day. What the fuck was that all about?

After a quick few words to Grunter, which had him pale rather quickly, they left, roaring up the ramp out of the building and out of site.

Once their bikes could no longer be heard, Grunter turned to the club. Went off without a hitch boys, knew it would. Which means no more fucking lockdown!

His words were met with cheers from the crowd.

Let's hit the bar and celebrate. Businees as usual tomorrow men.

As the rest of the club stormed the bar, I grabbed Alexis by the hand and led her towards the elevator, heading for our apartment.

I'd been nervous as all hell to show it to her, but she loved it. Somehow it made her being here with me more permanent, our first proper little place together.

Laying in bed together, we chatted about our upcoming week lightheartedly. Alexis was beyond excited to be working with Pencil at the studio, and it was gunna be good for business to have another artist of her caliber working for the club. Not to mention a female artist could bring a whole other customer base.

And the garage was going to be backed up for weeks. Being the only mechanics in this small town, anyone that couldn't get to the city for repairs has basically had to wait for us to set up shop again.

Such simple suburban pleasures I thought as I lay with my woman. Everything was getting back to normal, I didn't have to constantly worry about Lex, she'd come so far and was so much more comfortable here than I've ever seen her before.

Yep, life was pretty fucking good.

I made a mental note to get into Jenny about getting an Old Lady cut made up for Alexis. There was nothing I wanted more right now than to make our relationship permanent.

Smiling to myself, I rolled on top of my woman, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her scent, causing her to giggle.

"Your so fucking perfect Alexis. It still blows my fucking mind that you belong to me".

She kissed me slowly and tenderly, and as I claimed my woman over and over again that night, I should have known it was all to good to be true. Nothing ever goes this smoothly for me.

Call it the calm before the storm, but I wasn't prepared for anything that came next.