SLAM HER(56)

I took the front door and Knox took the back.

We found Stevie sleeping in bed with some porno playing on a big screen TV. It was the nicest thing in the house. Lucky for us, he was sleeping and not jerking off.

Stevie woke up and reached for his gun. Knox had moved the gun and switched it out for the bottle of lotion on the bed. The f*cking guy sat up and squirted lotion on himself, thinking he was popping shots at us.

Knox laughed. I didn’t.

I swung a right and smashed him in the mouth. I then took him to the floor and told him I wasn’t going to hurt him as long as he told me the truth. That’s when I got the confession. He was part of a gang that was being pressed hard by Chief Richards. In typical Chief fashion, he singled out the group and wouldn’t ease up on them. That’s when the decision was made to end Rose’s life. The original plan had been to kill Rose and kidnap Belle. They were going to use Belle as leverage before killing her too.

I kept to my word and I didn’t hurt Stevie. But I did stand him up and throw him at Knox. With a wicked left hooked Knox knocked Stevie out cold.

We tied him up and put him in the pickup truck.

And just like I’d done before with Tommy, I drove to Chief Richards’ house to make another delivery.

As we pulled up the driveway, Chief was outside, standing in a black shirt and black pants.

“This guy is crazy,” Knox said.

“Yeah. And now we have him, brother. We have control of the entire PD.”

“You did it,” Knox said. “You were right on course with all of this.”

I stopped the truck and climbed out. Then it was me and Knox facing off with Chief.

“He alive?” Chief asked.

“As you wanted him,” I said.

“You sure about this?” Knox asked.

“Yeah,” Chief said. “I have to get this guilt off my chest.”

“This isn’t going to solve it,” I said.

“But it’s worth the shot,” he said.

Chief took a step and Knox blocked him. “Let me get my part of this said before all hell breaks loose.” Chief looked at Knox. “You understand what the Reap does in this town. We aren’t the enemy. We aren’t the good guys either. You need to follow your line, I get that. But breaking our balls over nothing has to end. We do too much good for everyone. You know that.”

“Fair enough. But I’m not crossing the line.”

“Says the man about to commit murder,” Knox said.

“This is not murder,” Chief said. “This is settling an old debt. And as far as you two *s are concerned, you dropped off a wanted criminal to me. Got that?”

“Got it,” I said.

Knox offered a hand and Chief Richards shook it.

That was a historical moment for the Reaper’s Bastards.

Knox walked back to the truck.

I walked to the bed with Chief and opened it. Just like I’d done with Tommy, I grabbed the legs of Stevie and pulled him out and to the ground.

“This is the man who murdered your wife,” I said. “I got his confession. He was going to kidnap Belle. They were going to f*ck with you and then eventually kill Belle. Where do you want him?”

“In the shed,” Chief Richards said. “That’s where I have all my tools.”

It was strange putting Stevie in that little blue shed. A shed that was built to hold the lawnmower, some shovels, a chainsaw. But now the shed was going to be something very different.

Chief had a grave dug right there in the shed for Stevie. He also had concrete. The guy was smart. He was going to bury the prick that killed his wife right there and nobody would ever know.

I stepped out of the shed and Chief Richards offered his hand.

I took it.

“You were always a prick,” he said. “I’m damn sorry for how you grew up. I thought I was doing my duty by keeping a future criminal off the streets. I guess I got that wrong.”

“Yeah, well you have a chance to make it right,” I said.

“How so?”

I squeezed his hand tighter and then let it go. And then I told him exactly what I wanted.

“I want your daughter’s hand in marriage.”





thirty-four



(belle)



MONTHS LATER



Slam ran his hands up the back of my legs and grabbed my ankles. He stood at the edge of the bed, his hard dick resting on my stomach. From my vantage point it looked like his dick was a mile long. And trust me, when he f*cked, it felt the same.

I reached down and put my hand on his cock, rubbing it. He was slippery wet from my orgasm. He leaned forward and I hooked my legs over his amazing shoulders. He pulled back and I pressed at his cock, feeling it slide down and back against my * again. One thrust forward and he was right back inside me.

There was nothing quite like being woken up by Slam each morning with him touching me, kissing me, his hands reaching into my panties. It was like clockwork. For real. I didn’t even use an alarm because I could always count on my man wanting to f*ck me senseless. Of course, by the time he was done with me, I was tired and could sleep for another two days.

Slam gripped the front of my legs now and f*cked me hard. The bed pounded off the wall like someone was hammering nails. I didn’t care. My next door neighbor was a seventy year old woman who always had her TV turned up too loud.