Page 30 of Reaper's Ride
“No clown rooms.” She shook her head. “No way. I’ll stay by your bike and wait for you.”
“Don’t be anxious. I won’t be far. Nothing will harm you.”
She lifted on her toes and kissed my cheek. “I know. Go get justice, baby.”
The Reaper and I both enjoyed her endearment. It made my cock hard. “I’ll need to fuck you soon.”
“I’m counting on it.”
I escorted her back to my bike and left her there as I quietly approached the gas station. The asshole never saw me as I advanced on him, waiting until he finished pumping gas. Before he could react, I had my arm around his neck, dragging him into the shadows.
My hand covered his mouth as I retreated into the desert.
“You left me for dead, motherfucker.”
He clawed at my arms, trying to get free. His feet kicked at the ground, but weren’t able to do more than tire him out. As he flailed and fought, I tightened my grip. His face turned red as panic set in.
“I don’t want to know your fucking name. You’ll die out here among the insects and filth. No one will ever find what’s left of you.”
It didn’t take long to pull him far enough away that no one would hear his screams. Even from this distance, I knew Lainey was safe. Nothing harmful lingered. Only curious spirits who kept their distance, recognizing that a Reaper coveted the pretty blonde who stood by a silent motorcycle.
None would risk losing their spirits to death.
The Reaper’s rage grew in strength as he took charge. He plucked the man from the ground where I dropped him and held him up, chuckling when his feet kicked at the empty air. “You will die.”
It must have frightened the poor man to death. He pissed himself first before he clutched at his chest. His eyes widened as he sputtered, desperately trying to breathe.
A heart attack.
The Reaper shook him. “Your soul is mine.”
I felt the scythe as it appeared in my right hand. It glowed with power. The souls of the dead who had fallen beneath its blade howled and wailed. It was sweet music to my ears.
The Reaper enjoyed those sounds. They fed him.
With a swipe of the blade, the man’s soul was ripped from his body. His husk fell to the ground, a mass of meat and bone, but with no spirit to give it life. It withered away as I held onto the man’s essence, staring at the foul, filmy image.
“Judgement has been issued. You are guilty. Condemned. Sentenced. Your punishment will be quick, much faster than you deserve.”
And I tore into him, growing excited by his terror and the screams that soon were silenced when nothing remained. The ground rumbled below my boots and began to crack open, sucking in the pieces of his soul and slurping them up like tasty morsels feeding a ravenous beast.
When I could sense the man’s soul had been sent to hell, I heard laughter bubbling up from below.
Lucifer. He received his first soul from my Reaper.
The ground popped and cracked as it began to close, shifting beneath my boots as I stumbled and caught my balance.
Justice had been served. Vengeance was mine.
I returned to Lainey and kissed her hard, eager to get her on my bike and back home since the reaping seemed to flare needin my body. I had the urge to fuck my woman afterward, and I couldn’t wait to devour her pussy.
But as we rode onto the lot and I parked, I sensed the presence of the others. Holding Lainey’s hand, I led her inside the clubhouse, surprised to see that every member had gathered in our absence.
“You reaped your first soul,” Grim announced. “Well done, Pagan.”
Cheers erupted as I walked toward them, hands slapping my back and congratulating me on my success.
“It woke us,” Rael explained. “All of us.”
