Page 101 of Reaper Released

I turn to Steel. “Gorgeous, can you get what we need? I need to talk to Carmen.”

Steel nods and leaves with the guys. “Dice, before you go, can you get an earpiece or something so I can keep in touch?”

“If you go with Viking, it’s all in the armoury. He knows where everything is!” Carmen adds.

Dice nods at Carmen and follows after the boys. “What do you need, Ray?”

After going through what I need, I follow her to her room “Okay, Carmen do you worst!” After twenty minutes, my hair’s pinned up in curls. Hopefully, I can slide my helmet on and take the pins out when I get there. She applies bright red lipstick, a smoky eye and contours my face enough to make me look like a different person.

I need an outfit. “Do you have anything… slutty?”

Carmen hands me large silver hoops, leather hot pants and a basque. I put the basque over my black vest to cover my back tattoo. I leave my boots on. “Perfect!” Carmen forces a smile at me.

“Trust me, Carmen. I’m gonna get her back or die trying!”

“I do trust you, Ray, but please both come back. I can’t lose you, too, okay?”

“You won’t lose either of us, Carmen. I promise I will get her back, whatever it takes!”

I walk out to the patio. “Holy shit!” Dice shouts out as all the guys spin around.

“Fuck’s sake!” Steel shakes his head, sweeping me into his arms and kissing the breath out of me. Thank heavens for lip stain, as this guy would be permanently covered in my lipstick. I bet he would even make that look fucking sexy. He drops me back to my feet.

“We all know what we need to do?” Nodding, everyone turns to leave.

“Ray, take this, please!” Carmen says, handing me a Hellcat and a box of ammo.

“It should slide in your boot along with your knives! Be safe, okay, and bring her back to me!”

“I will, I promise. Viking, you keep her safe, okay?” Nodding at me, he hugs Carmen and kisses her head.

“Be safe, okay, and make ‘em pay!” He nods as he squeezes Carmen tighter.

“Will do, Brother! Let’s roll out, guys.” Sliding my jacket on and heading to the bikes, we set off.

Pulling up down the road from the clubhouse, it’s not as big as ours. It’s not fenced in, or on its own land. It’s part of a truck stop, which works in our favour. As I slide off my bike, the guys can be close without drawing suspicion. I remove my ring and zip it in the pocket of my jacket, handing them to Steel. “Look after these for me, baby. I’m gonna need them back when this is all over!”

“Don’t do anything stupid, woman, you hear me?”

I wink at him. “You know me, sexy, if I can’t be good, I’ll be careful!”

Shaking his head at me and pulling me into a bruising kiss, he says, “Come back to me, okay?”

“Always!” Removing the clips from my hair and tousling my fingers through it to leave it wavy and down my back, I remove my boot and slide the gun to one side. It hurts, it’s crushing the side of my foot and ankle, but I can put up with it. Opening the duffel bag, I take a smaller bag out of it, placing in it a couple of smoke bombs, a few grenades, my Glock 19s, a box of ammo, some mini bolt cutters, a hammer, and a hatchet, all while sliding my Emerson Combat Karambit and my CRKT Tecpatl into the side of my boots.

I place the earpiece and test it. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, all clear,” Dice returns.

“You got this, baby, just take your time and be careful and keep us in the loop!”

I kiss him again, just in case this is the last one I get. “Don’t kiss me like you’re not coming back!”

“Hey, I’m coming back! Hades himself doesn’t want me hanging around. He will soon kick my arse back here!”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. As I turn, he slaps me on the arse. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

I turn, wink, and strut across the truck stop, pushing my way into the clubhouse. It stinks of sex and stale fags, and stale beer. I think I can smell piss and sweat too.

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