Page 29 of Reaper's Rage

“Seriously, where are you guys staying?” She asks, drawing my attention back to the phone call.

“I don’t think we’re staying in a hotel.” I tell her. “Reaper’s uncle lives in Vegas. I think we’re staying with him. Although I may run the hotel idea by him. I want at least one night with just the two of us on our own.” I say, giving Reaper a look. He nods to let me know he got the message. “I left a message for Coach Matthews, but can you check with him? Make sure he got it?”

I end the call after she agrees, so I can dig into my breakfast. I guess we worked up an appetite in the shower, because I’m hungrier than I thought.

CHAPTER NINETEEN: REAPER

After breakfast, Ashlyn goes off to pack a bag. We haven’t planned for the length of our trip, except that we won’t be coming back to San Diego until the rest of the club returns from Chicago. I know I can keep her safe in Vegas. We have a plan in place to identify anyone trying to follow us. However, if someone slips our notice, they won’t get to us. Puma’s clubhouse is a fucking fortress.

“You ready?” Chaos asks me as I carry our breakfast plates back into the kitchen.

“Yeah. Just have to load up our bags.” I tell him.

“You can give your bags to Laser. He’s driving the SUV.” Chaos says. “He’ll be a few minutes behind us, watching our backs.”

I nod and head down the hall to get my girl. When I step into my room, I lose my breath. Standing in front of me is my goddess, dressed like every biker’s wet dream. I don’t know why she decided to change clothes, but hell if I’m not thrilled she did. Her well-worn jeans are no longer blue, but a shade between blue and white. A few tears in the fabric reveal her glowing skin. They hug each curve and since she’s turned away from me, I can attest to the phenomenal way they hug her ass. Her long golden hair hangs in a long braid that reaches that perfect ass. Fuck me. When she turns to face me, I fucking lose it all over again.

Her tight Harley Davidson tank shows off her gorgeous breasts while emphasizing her muscular arms. She’s not only a goddess, but a warrior. A princess and a fucking badass. And she is all fucking mine.

“Damn, baby.” I moan as I wrap my arms around her waist. “You’re going to cause accidents on the road.”

She looks up at me and grins. “You always make me feel like I’m beautiful.”

“You are fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I tell her, capturing her mouth. When she melts into me, I groan. “Fuck woman, we have to go.”

I reluctantly release her so I can grab her bag and my own in one hand, while taking her hand in the other. Outside, I find Laser and toss the bags to him. He opens the back of the SUV, shoving them in next to his gun case. Laser is our sniper. He’ll play a key role in Chicago, just like he did when we rescued Ashlyn from the Spades.

I mount my bike, then hold my hand out for Ashlyn to climb on behind me. She fastens her helmet as I rev my bike. A sense of peace engulfs me when she wraps her arms around me. I feel the heat of her pussy against my ass. She is my present and my future and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I glance in my side mirror as we ride toward the gate, knowing that the next time we’re here, I’ll have claimed her completely.

We ride out in formation, a sight that never ceases to send chills through me. As a prospect, I rarely experienced this. Most of the time they delegated me to the SUV with Flame or Ghost at my side. However, since patching in, I’ve had several opportunities to ride in a group. Being newly patched usually has me bringing up the rear, but Dante wants Ashlyn surrounded. So Ghost and I ride tandem behind Dante and Chaos, with Scar and Byte behind us. Laser will go through the back gate in case anyone is watching us. No one but the Demons know of its existence. He’ll travel the same route as we do, but he’ll stay several car lengths behind us, until Smoke and Maestro can determine if we have a tail. They’ll monitor the traffic cams as we travel through San Diego, then LA.

To keep communication lines open, we’re all connected via bluetooth. Even Laser has Smoke and Maestro in his ear.

We’re leaving San Diego when Smoke signals that we have a tail.

“Black SUV, California plates, Golf Charlie Delta 7. They’re holding at four to six car lengths behind you. Laser, you’re another four behind them.”

“I see them.” Laser chimes in.

I stiffen, waiting to hear the plan. Ashlyn squeezes my side and I know she felt me tense up. I pat her leg to reassure her. She relaxes, but clutches my shirt in her hand. I want to enjoy this ride with her, not deal with assholes. Maybe we should deal with them sooner rather than later.

“There’s a gas station outside LA that has a Quick Mart. We could stop there so I can plant one of Byte’s toys using the SUV.” I offer.

“Let’s do it.” Dante directs.

We continue our trek. We’ve all seen the SUV trailing behind. He hasn’t tried to catch up to us yet, so it looks like he’s planning on following, not attacking.

We pull into the parking lot and head to the pumps for a top off. Ashlyn climbs off to stretch. We’ve been on the road for a couple hours, so I know she’s likely stiff. I pull out some money and lean close to her ear.

“Don’t react, but we’ve got an SUV on our tail. We have a plan, but I need you to be safe. Go inside the store and use the restroom, quickly. Then come back out and stick with Dante and Chaos. I have a job to do, but I’ll join you soon. Ok?”

Ashlyn nods and takes the money before backing away. “I really gotta go, baby. Want me to get you anything?” She asks as she backs away, keeping her eyes on me and ignoring the SUV pulling in. I grin at her. She’s playing her part to perfection. No nerves, just a cool mama on a bike ride with her man.

“Just a candy bar, baby girl. You know what I like.” She gives me a wink as she strolls into the store with Chaos.

The SUV drives by as I unscrew the gas cap on my bike. When it pulls up to another pump, I pretend to ignore them, but I keep watch. I replace the cap and glance around. Laser pulls into the station and I watch him drive around to the back of the store. After parking my bike closer to the entrance, I pass through the store and out the back. I glance around to make sure no one is watching and crawl under the SUV.

As prospects, Ghost, Flame and I built platforms under each club SUV. They hang low enough that we can slide in and ride in relative safety. This lets the driver of the SUV pull up next to a target vehicle and park. The driver stays in the SUV while the rider slides out from under the vehicle. I take my place and signal Laser I’m ready.

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