Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 (9 page)

“
So young, baby girl,
”
he spoke in a gentle voice,
belying his true intention.
“
And so different from your
sister; the vanilla to her chocolate.
”
He circled me like the
predator I knew him to be, stopping directly behind me. I felt his nose in my
hair and he inhaled deeply before tracing the outline of my matching panties
along my hips. I heard him crotch down as he traced the lacy thong along my
right butt
cheek
. His second hand pawed my
other cheek as he continued to run his fingers back and forth. I gasped as I
felt his tongue trace where his fingers had been moments before. He then blew
where he licked; sending goose bumps all over my body in response.
“
So
sweet,
”
he murmured. I tried
pulling away but the handcuffs bit into my wrists causing me to whimper.

“
Where are you going baby
girl?
”
He asked as he walked back
around to stand where he was before.
“
The
night is just getting started.
”

Fuck you!
The anger I felt earlier came roaring back. It all happened so fast, I pulled
my legs up letting my body hang from the cuffs as I shot my legs out kicking
him square in the chest, sending him stumbling back. He was just far enough
away from me that I got enough power to push him further away, but not enough
to do any damage. He caught himself, half bent over as he caught his breath.
That was when I heard the most terrifyingly wicked laugh I had ever heard.

Fear coursed through my body as he
stood to his full height. The laughter abruptly stopped as he charged me,
grabbing my bra and ripping it in half. I cried out as he squeezed both
breasts, rolling them in his hands.
“
You
like it rough baby girl?
”
He asked as he licked one of my nipples
before biting down. I screamed as I tried to kick him away, struggling against
the cuffs. The wicked laughter returned as he pinned my body to the pole.
“
So
spirited for someone so young,
”
he crooned as he licked, sucked and bit my
neck.
“
I
would love breaking you in baby girl.
”
I never stopped trying to
get away from him as he continued his assault on my neck, ear, and shoulder.
The more I struggled the harder his cock grew against me. I immediately froze
when I realized I was encouraging his erection.

“
Oh, baby girl doesn
’
t
want to play anymore,
”
he mocked as he grabbed my face holding it
in place as he licked across my bottom lip. I pulled it in between my teeth to
get it away from him.
“
That really is a shame for
me and most definitely you, because I was just getting started.
”
He grinded his hips into
mine proving his point. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the scream that
wanted to escape as much as I did.
No weakness. Not in front of him. BE
BRAVE!
M
y mind
howled
at
me.

He tugged my bottom lip from under my
teeth with his index finger, and then he ran it past my chin, between my
breasts, stopping at the top of my underwear.
“
Will
I find you as tight and perfect as your sister?
”
He paused, running his
finger back and forth across my stomach.
“
Should
I find out or leave that to the lucky brother that will get first dibs on you
tonight if I don
’
t get you.
”
The sob finally escaped.
“
Oh,
don
’
t
worry baby girl,
”
he vowed as he turned his back to me walking
away,
“
I
completely and utterly plan on getting your sister. She is MINE.
”

The silence that followed his departure
was screaming in its finality. Him, his club, the other club. It did not
matter. Someone was
“
getting me
”
tonight and I knew that
once I was gotten nothing would ever be the same. A sob escaped unchecked from
deep within me.

I am so fucking stupid.
Why
the fuck did I open that door and let that bulldozer of a man into the house? I
should have known better than to answer it no matter what lies he was spewing. 
Logan in the fucking hospital? How stupid could I be? Tank would have been
there or Colt would have called. I knew better and my gut told me to run and
hide but I went against everything I was taught and opened that damn door.

My thoughts brought me back to the here
and now. Poor Logan and what she must have gone through in the tent with that
monster. Crazy Z was obviously insane in the fucking membrane and Colton and
Logan needed to know about the bulls-eye on her back. At least she had Colton
to keep her safe and I had Tank.

Did I have Tank?
We
had known each other for a month, did sleepovers practically every night and he
was just starting to make his move. Would this change how he saw me? Would he
still want me after all of this?

CHAPTER
SIX

Tank

Just breathe motherfucker. Just
breathe.

A mantra I kept repeating as I
continued to drive away from the insanity that was tonight.
Sunshine is
safe.
I reminded myself as I found her hands around my midsection and
squeezed. Campbell responded with a slight squeeze of her arms that were
wrapped tight around me, molding her to me as I twisted my bike
’
s
throttle picking up speed yet again. I could never drive fast enough to get
away from THEM.

My gut was always right and I should
have listened to it when Campbell did not answer her phone. It screamed at me
to go to her place but my brotherly duty called me in another direction as the
entire Soul Reapers MC headed out to meet the Hellhounds. I refused to be that
brother that bailed on his MC when shit needed to get done.
Never
gonna happen.
But now? 

Now, that was some crazy ass shit that
went down tonight. The Hellhounds took something of ours and there was no
smoothing that over. Nothing was going to stop the hell storm that would rain
down on them after tonight. Just thinking about what Crazy Z could have done
set my blood to boil. I needed to turn this fucking bike around and end his
sorry ass.

Just breathe motherfucker. Just
breathe.

Even if Colton had not listened to
Logan and picked Campbell, she would have left that hell with me no matter
what. No more playing the obedient brother if my Sunshine was still back in
that tent tied to that pole.

Why?
My mind screamed at
me.
You can
’
t
protect her.
My heart was pounding in my chest in
response to what my mind was throwing at me.
Yet another person I love that
I can
’
t protect.
Love?

FUCK!
I
was a worthless piece of shit. Everything that I thought we were building was
gone. Just gone. There was no way Campbell would trust me after I let this
happen. I needed to get Campbell home and then get her to walk the fuck away
from me. I was in too deep and was too fucking needy of her and her light to
ever walk away. I needed her to leave. There were other brothers.
Other
brothers?
The thought of another brother, let alone another man, touching
Campbell was like a stake to the heart. The thought had me wanting to kick my
own ass. But she needed me to grow a pair and show her how she was better off
without me. She was smart enough that if I acted the part of an asshat she
would not walk, not run, but sprint as fast as she could out of my life. 

I needed to stay angry in order to do
this, in order to keep her at arm
’
s
length until she left. I never really knew true anger, even after everything
that happened with my mom and sister, then my fucker-of-a-father, until I saw
Campbell handcuffed to that wooden pole.

My mind was all over the fucking place.
Campbell needed someone stronger than me. She needed someone who could protect
her. Everything Whistler said about me was true. I was weak. I was worthless. I
could not protect the ones I loved. Images of my mother and sister played
across my mind; me tied to a fucking chair as members of Night Demons MC
ravished them over and over again. After the second or third time, the only
sound in the room was my screaming and the grunts of club members who were
pissed at the Soul Reapers
’
Enforcer. I screamed and yelled and cursed
until one of them pistol whipped me, knocking me out. I came to, to find
Whistler standing over my mother
’
s
and sister
’
s bloodied bodies with a bottle of whiskey
in one hand and the bloody knife used against them in the other.

I will never, in my entire life, forget
what happened next. He looked over at me as if I was the cause of all of this,
as if I was the one who had laid waste to our family. Everyone always said I
was a spitting image of my father so I do not know if he was talking to me or
himself that night when he spewed shit in the air that still clung to me this
day. His tirade was endless.

“
You worthless piece of
shit. You did nothing to stop this. You are weak and will always be weak. You
don
’
t
have what it takes. You fucking coward.
”

I stopped listening to him after a
while as I continued to cry. The hatred I felt for him was born that night. He
left me there tied up to that chair as he sought his revenge against the ones
who did this and those that ordered it. It took two days before Prez came to
the house and found what was left of my family. 

Years later and many talks with Prez
somewhat convinced me that the thirteen year old me could never have taken on
four Night Demons and that I was lucky I was able to stab one of them with the
kitchen knife I grabbed. But I knew even then that the only justice our family
found was by the hands of my father. Whistler has reminded me of that fact
every chance he could, and now he had even more ammunition to add to his
arsenal of what a worthless piece of shit I was.

I felt Campbell squeeze me again
brining me back to the present as the wind whipped around us. She saw me as her
knight in shining armor. I could see it on her precious face when we were in
the tent and later when I was getting her ready to ride out of there.
Yeah
right!
The closest fucking thing I had to a white horse was my jet black
0-9 Fat Boy.  And a lady had never donned the back of it until now. Evident by
the warm body molded to me. I felt the warmth of her body . . . her pussy
rubbing against me and my bike as she rode bitch.
Fucking focus.
All
Campbell had to do was be close to me and my mind, my body craved her. I needed
some space to get my head on straight if I was going to send her on her way.

The wrath, the pain I saw in her eyes,
the vulnerability I felt at seeing her beaten and tied to that pole; I needed
it all to remind me of what I needed to do. Because if I forgot, even for a
second, and started to enjoy the way she felt pressed up against me, riding
bitch on my bike, wearing my clothes so everyone knew she was MINE, I would
never let her leave.

I had already accomplished two of the
three things I laid out for myself when I walked out of that tent. First she
needed pants, done. Then we needed to get gone, done. Once we were back at the
clubhouse, where I knew she would be out of harm
’
s
way, I could create that space that I so desperately needed in order to show
her she needed to move on from this teenage crush she had on me. Because that
’
s
all this could be, right? Just a stupid crush.
Yeah-the-fuck-right.

Lockdown at the clubhouse was
inevitable with all the shit that went down between us and the Hellhounds
tonight. We would be at war by morning and I, like the obedient brother I was,
was ready for battle.

CHAPTER
SEVEN

Campbell

God
my ass hurts.
I knew other thoughts should be racing
through my mind after everything that had happened, but we had been on this
bike for-fucking-ever. I tried giving Tank every hint imaginable to get him to
stop. I squeezed him with my arms, my thighs. I even resorted to banging my
forehead against his back and yet here we were miles later still cruising like
this bitch seat was comfortable.
Are you kidding me?

Desperate
times called for desperate measures. So I did what any self-respecting lady
would do who had to pee like a race horse; I pinched him HARD when I saw signs
for the next exit.