Page 2 of Reaper

All it took was one mission to go wrong and his anger to boil over. I lost my sister that night and my family lost an amazing woman. He beat her until her last breath left her body and when my dad found out, he went crazy trying to figure out who killed his daughter. Her husband went on a ‘mission’ the night she was murdered, so my dad didn’t know anything until he came back, but it wasn’t my dad who killed him.

I was so distraught from losing my big sister, I closed myself off. I didn’t talk to anyone. I just waited and planned my revenge. When he came back, my dad told him about my sister, and he had the nerve to drop to his knees in hysterics. I lost it when that happened and I rushed to my dad, took the gun I knew he carried in the back of his pants, and put a bullet in his shoulder, stomach, and finally, after I told everyone what he did, I put a bullet straight between the murdering bastards’ eyes.

I shake myself out of my thoughts and look at the time. I still need to go home to shower and change for the birthday party and I’m already running late. I rush to clean everything up before locking up and heading to my apartment. It’s a good thing that I only live a few minutes from the clubhouse, so I won’t be too late. Once I get home, I rush into the shower to get the day of work off my skin. I take about five minutes to wash up before I’m jumping out of the shower and into my room after throwing my hair into the towel. I quickly throw on a pair of jeans and a tight-fitted shirt before throwing my hair in a messy ponytail and slipping on my shoes. Five minutes later and I’m heading towards the clubhouse.

I wave at the guard at the gate as he lets me into the compound. There’s not much around here because the Broken Angels, MC pretty much own the town. Westyn, and Robert before him, never took over the town by fear. They may do some illegal things, but that doesn’t mean they’re bad people. They make sure the town has what it needs, and they even do charity events at least once a year. I pass one of their garages and pull up next to Ali’s car. I’ll be seeing Reaper after a few months of avoiding him. Is it really avoiding him if I’ve been busy at the clinic? Maybe, but my head tells me that it was necessary, while my heart tells me something completely different. I mean, it’s not like we met days or months ago. It’s been over a year since we met.

Ali did warn me that if I wasn’t looking for something serious to stay away from Reaper, but me being me, I didn’t listen to a word she said. I found myself in bed with the sexiest man I had ever seen in my short life. I just wish I could get my head and heart on the same page. We started this thing as sex, but we talked afterwards. I know him better than he knows himself and vice versa. Well, for the most part. I haven’t told him who my family is, or why I moved here. I need to, but I’m scared. That’s what it all boils down to. I’m scared to trust another man after going through what I did with my ex. I’m scared of what he’ll think of me being a mafia princess and whether it will deter him from being with me. I know he’s part of a one-percenter club, but the mafia is a bit different than a biker club. My fears are keeping me from fully being with him. I need to decide what I want and quick. I’m running out of time. He’s not going to wait around forever, and I’m not sure what I’d do if he chose to walk away and never look back.

I get out of my car and grab the presents I got for the girls. I love all of Ali’s kids. She hasn’t been in the office for a few days now, and even when she was coming into work, Axyl would make a huge deal about it because of her being pregnant. She had to cut her hours the farther along she got into her pregnancy. It takes a lot out of her, and she needs to sleep more. I understand being worried because of what happened during her pregnancy with the girls, I’d be the same way if I were Axyl. It’s not like she’s due any minute now. She still has three months left. I hear Axyl grumbling about her not sitting down when I get up to the door.

I try my hardest to not search for Reaper when I walk into the building. It seems that when we’re in the same vicinity, my eyes always want to find his. I rush past him and straight towards my best friend. It amazes me that I know exactly where he is in the room when we’re in the same area. Why can’t I just get out of my head and follow what my heart wants? I mean, it’s been almost two fucking years for Christ’s sake!

“Hey Han! Glad you finally made it.” Aliana says to me when I make it over to her.

“She came back again.” I don’t have to say anything else because she knows who I’m talking about. I’ve had her talk to her as well, but nothing seems to work. She’ll ask for help, hopefully, before it’s too late. I can see it in her eyes that she feels the same way I do. She knows what happened with my sister. She’s more than my best friend, she’s one of my sisters. My family loves her, and her family loves me. “Anyway, where are my nieces and nephews?” I look around the room and take in the decorations while looking for the twins, Murdock, and Danny. My eyes travel to where Jackson is standing, and I can’t seem to move them from his green eyes. The eyes that have held me captive since the first time I met him.

“Just go talk to him. It’s been a year and a half. I told you before you started this that if you weren’t looking for something serious don’t start anything with him. You did and now you’re running from your feelings for him. I can see the way you look at him. You look at him the exact way that I look at Axyl. Don’t let your fear hold you back from being happy.” She’s right. I know she is, but that doesn’t make this any easier. I nod and walk over to Jackson.

“Hey Reaper.” I shyly say when I reach his side.

“Jackson. I’ve told you to call me Jackson, Hannah.” I try, and fail, to hide the shiver that goes through my body as he says my name. He’s right, he has told me to call him Jackson since the first time we were together intimately. The only time a biker allows a woman to call them by their given name is if they’re serious about said woman. It speaks volumes of how our relationship has changed over the past couple years. I only call him that when we’re alone together. It seemed intimate, calling a biker by their name instead of their road name.

“Can we talk? In private?” He nods and I follow him to his room here at the clubhouse. He opens the door and allows me in first before he follows me inside, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

“What did you want to talk about?” I turn towards him and take a deep breath. I take another deep breath and sit on the edge of his bed and look at him from under my lashes. “Look, whatever it is, you can tell me. I know that you want this to only be fucking between us, but you know how I feel about you. I’ll listen to whatever you need to tell me.” He sits down next to me on the bed and waits for me to talk.

“I like you, Jackson. At first, I was just looking for someone to occasionally fuck, but each time I’m with you, it gets harder to fight this pull I feel towards you. There are things about me that you don’t know, and I don’t know how you’ll react to what I tell you.”

“Hannah, I’m not here to judge you. You should know that. You should have known that since the first time we were together almost two years ago.” I huff out a breath, getting ready to tell him about who my family is and why I’ve been fighting these feelings. The only one that knows about this is my family, Aliana, and Axyl.

“My family istheMafia. My dad runs the Mason Family Mafia. The largest and most feared mafia in the US.” I look at him and he seems shocked. I would have thought he would have put two and two together, but I guess he didn’t. “I decided to become a doctor when my sister’s husband killed her by beating her to death. I killed him in retaliation when I was fourteen. I’ve killed people before and I’m not ashamed of doing it. I did it for my family. I became the family’s personal assassin until I left for school.” I can see he wants to say something, but I cut him off and continue. “When I left for college, I had a boyfriend. We had been together since I was fifteen. He was my brother’s best friend and his second in command. I came back for my brother’s birthday a couple years before I met you and found him in bed with my sister, Sierra”

“I’m sorry Hannah.” He says when I take a deep breath.

“It’s fine. When I found them together, I lost control. They were in my bed, in the bed that we shared together when I was home. We were supposed to get married at some point. When I made my presence known, they didn’t have the decency to stop. They just looked at me while he continued to ram into her from behind. I took the gun from my thigh holster and shot him in his thigh. My sister screamed and I shot her in the shoulder. I’m good shot, so I know I didn’t hit anything life threatening. My brothers and parents came to see what the noise was. If my dad didn’t take the gun from me, I would have killed him and my sister for the betrayal. I fought him because I wanted them both dead. I was hurt. They broke my trust and my heart. The point that I’m trying to get across is, I don’t trust easy, and I’m scared to give myself fully to you because I don’t want to get hurt again.”

We sit there in silence while he processes everything that I’ve told him so far, but I haven’t told him everything. I may be a doctor, but I can kill and torture better than some of my dad’s best men. I just hope he doesn’t think differently of me. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve already fallen for him. I fell for him last year when my eyes met his. I was just scared and hid it well.

It shocks me that she thinks that I wouldn’t want anything to do with her knowing that she’s killed people. Does she not know how I got my road name? I’ve killed people that have deserved it. I’m not sure why I never put two and two together and figured out that she was tied to the Mason Family Mafia. Honestly, I don’t care. I fell for her and not her family. I can see that there is more that she isn’t telling me and she’s waiting for me to process everything. I wouldn’t care if she came from the fucking president of the United States. I would love her anyways. “Do you not know why I got my road name?”

“Yeah. I remember you telling me about it one night.” She says softly.

“So, why would you think, for one second, that I would think any different of you after knowing you killed people? Baby, I could never think any different of you. You’ve had me since you walked into the clubhouse almost two years ago. I knew that I loved you a few months later and I’ve been in love with you ever since. I was just waiting for you to realize that you were fighting this. I don’t care who you were or who you are. I fell in love with you, with the woman I got to know over the months we’ve been together.” I wipe the single tear that falls down her face with the pad of my thumb.

“After everything that happened with my ex and my sister, I couldn’t find it in myself to trust anyone romantically again. Somehow, you managed to work your way into my heart. Maybe it was the late-night pillow talks after our sexcapades. Or maybe it was the way I felt safe when you held me at night. I don’t know when it was, but I do know that you ruined me for other men.” After those words came out of her mouth, I slammed my lips to hers and took her in a bruising kiss. I force my tongue passed her closed lips and explore each and every inch of her mouth. Damn she tastes fucking delicious.

“You ruined me too baby girl.” I said after I reluctantly pulled away. “Now, let’s get down to that birthday party before the twins send a search party.” She nods with a chuckle before taking my outstretched hand. I love the feeling I get when any part of her body touches mine. It’s like touching a live wire and I can never get enough of the feeling.

“You’re right. They’ll definitely kick up a fit if their favorite uncle isn’t there for their party.” I open the door and allow her to exit before I follow right behind her. Two things come out of that action. One, I get to be chivalrous and two, I get to watch her fine ass sway as she walks. The downside to the latter is the raging hard on I have now. I take my free hand and adjust myself in my jeans, not even trying to hide it. “Situation, that damn knowing look in her eyes and the way they darken just a bit around the edges, has me wanting to take her back into my room and forget about the party all together.

“What can I say, I love your ass. Why don’t you come over here and take care of the ‘situation’ for me with that smart mouth of yours?” I shrug while she laughs and shakes her head. We make it down the stairs and into the main area where the party is being held. She reaches up to kiss my cheek, but I move at the right moment and capture her lips in a heated and claiming kiss. “So beautiful.”

“I’m going to see if Ali needs help with anything. You go somewhere else with your cheesiness.” She giggles. I peck her cheek and walk over to Westyn and Axyl at the bar.

“Well, it’s about damn time. I got tired of hearing Ali talk about how you two were being ridiculous.” Axyl states. I punch him in his shoulder before taking the beer he holds out to me.

“She finally stopped fighting it. She told me some shit about her life, and we talked the shit out.” Damn…I sound like I’ve grown a fucking pussy. Fuck it.

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