Reaper Unleashed (26 page)

“I’m tired, can we head home?” Sarah asked and hugged him. She was back to the sweet Pollyanna who made his heart pound and his dick ache. He was choosing to pretend that she wasn’t the woman who had walked out of here with blood on her hands after she’d just blown Buck’s head off.

Buck told them more once she’d started in on him. He began singing about things around bullet twelve. It had worked so well that Reaper was scared that Death would try to commandeer her to do it again. He couldn’t allow that.

She hadn’t been affected by tonight emotionally because her instinct to protect her son had kicked in. It protected her from what she’d done because when a mother protected her cub, she was more vicious than any animal on the plant. To just be asked to torture a person for information wasn’t something she’d ever be able to do without losing parts of what made her Sarah and he wasn’t willing to lose those parts. He would fight to protect them, even if that meant arguing with Death.

Although after watching her work, he was sure that Iron would be able to mimic what she’d done. It had been a learning experience for them because they thought they knew how to torture a man but today they had learned they had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

“Yes, we can. Let’s go.” He began to lead her out. She stopped, looking back at Burner. “You coming? I know Reaper said he sold your place because it would look suspicious if he didn’t. You’ll stay with us until we move you into the apartment down the road,” Sarah told him smiling.

Burner looked so grateful to her that Reaper wanted to kiss her senseless. Sarah was a good person and she was accepting Burner into their lives because he was Reaper’s brother. It warmed his heart.

“Sure, guess I’ll bunk with the kid, huh. Unless there’s some three way action in my future?” he asked, wiggling his brows at her. Reaper waited until she rolled her eyes and turned away. Then he punched Burner in the stomach, hissing, “Not unless you want me to cut off your dick and feed it to you.”

“Noted,” he managed to grunt.

“Stop beating on Burner and take me home, Reaper. I’m tired,” Sarah called out to him as they followed her out into the darkness. They’d been at the club since three and it was now eleven at night. Reaper climbed on his bike with Sarah behind him and headed home with Burner following behind them. 

Sarah laughed at Sammy who was bitching again that they were be followed by ‘those two goons’. “Sweetie, you are going to have to get used to them because Reaper never lets me leave home without them. They’re like accessories now.”

“Yeah, well did he have to send those two?” she asked, indicating Rebel and Animal. Sarah smiled, pushing Josh’s stroller along the store fronts they were shopping at. They were headed to a small café on the corner that they were going to eat at. Rebel kept annoying Sammy by telling her to catch up when she lagged behind. Animal had just physically lifted her at one point and carried her to Sarah and Josh’s side placing her down beside her.

Sammy had told Sarah that she was buying a gun for the next shopping trip. Sarah laughed because she knew that Sammy had really terrible aim. She had taken her to the gun range over a week ago and Sammy had been awed by Sarah’s abilities. Sammy needed a lot of work or she’d never be any good. Sarah had begun teaching her. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that any friend of hers was going to need lessons in protecting themselves.

Sammy was also always at Spangles looking for a Dom to tame her and that was dangerous too. She wasn’t knocking the woman’s lifestyle but she didn’t get the whole Dom-Sub thing. It wasn’t her ball of yarn she supposed. Reaper wasn’t exactly a tame kitten though so maybe she was more like Sammy than she realized.

Over the past three weeks since the night they had dealt with Buck things had seemed almost normal. Burner was living in the apartment she had been moving into and she was still working at Ink Bandits. She liked working with the men there. They didn’t bitch about stupid shit like the girls at the Blue Bird had and they created masterpieces on people. She liked seeing the new designs and funnily enough they were an easy bunch to work with.

She missed Reaper though, and if the way he attacked her every night was any indication, he missed her too. He had started taking two nights off each week to spend with her and Josh, allowing Lock and Burner to watch the strip club.

“Sarah, are you listening?” Sammy asked her, bringing her back to the present.

“What, sorry, babe. I was daydreaming. What did you say?” Sarah asked as they sat down at one of the tables that were outside the little café.

“I asked if it always had to be those two?” Sammy asked.

“No, but they were the ones who weren’t working today. Animal’s got today off and Rebel didn’t want to work because he’s a lazy bum.”

“I am not!” Rebel growled.

Sarah ignored him and turned to the waitress who had arrived to take their order. Josh was asleep but she ordered him some apple juice and some fries for when he woke up. She got a burger and a coke for herself. Sammy ordered a small side salad with chicken.

“Geez, woman, you’re too skinny, eat something!” Rebel growled and Sammy shot him a bird. Sarah wanted to second his cry. She was really beginning to worry about her.

“Mature,” Sarah laughed.

“Shut up, he’s freaking annoying,” Sammy growled. Animal walked over to the waitress. Sarah figured he was ordering something for himself and didn’t think much of it until their food came about twenty minutes later and Sammy got a salad and a rather large ice cream and a smaller one that she knew was for Josh. Sammy glared at Animal. “I’m not eating this!” she growled.

“Eat it,” Animal said and proceeded to stare her down until she turned away with a huffy “Fine.”

Sarah was glad when Sammy ate the ice cream. She had noticed for the last month that Sammy was different. She didn’t go to Spangles as much as she used to and she had been acting strange, and her eating was becoming an issue. She barely ate at all and it bothered Sarah. Sammy had lost more than ten pounds in the last two weeks and Sarah was scared she was starving herself. She didn’t know what had happened but whatever it was had hurt Sammy.

Josh woke up and she set him at the table with them letting him have his apple juice and his fries. He began eating his fries and Sarah turned back to Sammy asking her about the boots she’d bought. She wondered if she should have gotten the red pair instead of the black.

“Uh-oh,” Josh suddenly said as his apple juice spilled across the table.

“Oh, darn. Shoot, we need more napkins,” Sarah said, standing to clean the table. She turned to the two men and Animal nodded.

“I’ll get them,” he said before taking off to get napkins from inside.

“Dang, I should have asked him to get him another one. Rebel, can you get him another apple juice?” she asked and he nodded.

“Sure.” He took off too, following Animal inside. Sarah continued to wipe up the mess as Sammy helped by moving stuff. She was bent forward when it happened. A hard blow came down on the back of her head making her feel dizzy and fall forward onto the table. Sammy was screaming before Sarah saw her shoved down by––Marta? Josh was screaming but she couldn’t seem to move or stay awake. She fell forward as she passed out.

Sammy was hovering over her screaming at her, “Wake up, Sarah. Oh God, please wake up.” Animal was standing behind her and she heard the squeal of tires. Then she was being loaded into the back of Sammy’s little Pinto. Sarah felt like she was in a haze; things seemed to fade in and out. One second things were clear and bright and the next they were faded and dull.

“Sarah, they took him. I tried to stop them, I really did,” Sammy was saying, tears running down her cheeks. She looked dirty and Sarah could see her hands were covered in scrapes. Her clothes were also torn in two places and Sarah realized she must have fought them hard.

Sarah felt the fog beginning to clear from her head as she realized that someone had taken Josh. No, not someone, Marta. Marta had take Josh.

Sitting up, she saw Animal in the seat beside Sammy with her in the back and Rebel in the front seat, driving. She knew they were headed to the club and she also knew that Reaper would take care of this. Reaper would get their son back. Everything would be okay, she thought, even as cold panic settled in her chest. She’d get him back, she told herself, her heart pounding loudly and sweat flooding out of her pores in waves of fear.

Feeling hands on her shoulders, she realized that Animal was talking to her. She tried to focus on him but his words seemed to be fading in and out. Her head felt like it was being stabbed over and over and her ears kept ringing. She could hear things but they seemed so far away.

She wasn’t aware of much but she did know that they were taking her to Reaper. If her head didn’t hurt so much she’d go after them herself and to hell with going to get Reaper first. She knew that with her head still buzzing and the pain she could cause more harm than help trying to go after him so this time she’d let Reaper take care of it. 

“Sarah, are you okay?” Animal was asking.

“Head. My head hurts.”

“Fuck, call Lance, have him meet us at the club. She’s bleeding and she’s likely got a concussion,” Animal said loudly. Too loudly; why was he yelling?

They screeched to a halt in front of the Blue Bird and Animal tried to stop her from getting out of the car but she jerked away. Sammy caught her and helped her into the club screaming from next to her, “Reaper! We need Reaper.”

“Fuck! What the hell happened?” Lock demanded of Animal and Rebel.

“Someone hit her over the head and took Josh,” Rebel told him grimly.

“Fuck, Reaper’s going to go apeshit,” Lock muttered, running a hand over his head.

Sarah made Sammy lead her down the hall towards the office. They were halfway there when Reaper came bursting out the office door ahead of Bull who’d gone to get him. He caught Sarah lifting her into his arms and carried her into the office setting her on the couch.

“What the hell happened, baby? Are you okay? You’re bleeding,” he rushed out.

“They took him, Reaper. You have to get him. It was Marta, she took him!”

“What the fuck is she talking about? Who did they take and who the fuck is Marta? And where the fuck were Animal and Rebel when this happened?” Reaper demanded, trying to see her wound, his heart pounding because Sarah had blood running down her face. He was going to kill those two idiots for leaving her.

“Marta’s Josh’s grandmother and she means that they took Josh,” Sammy told him, her face pale and her eyes filled with sorrow. “I’m so sorry. I tried to stop them. I really did.” Sammy moaned mournfully.

Suddenly Sarah’s hands were in his cut jerking him forward. “You have to go get him, Reaper, she took him. Get our son.” He had already felt the cold beginning to overtake him when Sammy had said they took Josh. He had only stayed seated because he wanted to be sure that Sarah was going to be okay. His son needed him to find him and he wasn’t going to let him or his mother down.

“I will, baby, but you have to calm down. Get Lance here now. And tell Rebel and Animal they better run.”

“He’s on his way, they called him from the car,” Sammy quietly told him.

“No, Reaper. You can’t hurt Animal or Rebel. It was my fault. I sent them inside and I was the one who wasn’t paying attention. You can’t blame them and you have to promise me you won’t and then you’ll go get our son,” Sarah told him, her hand wrapped in his cut as she pulled him to her. Her head felt worse; a sharp stabbing pain was still piercing through it.

“Okay. Baby, I won’t punish them, just calm down for me, okay,” Reaper said, trying to get her to lay back. “And I will get our boy back. You see Lance and I’ll bring Josh back to you. I promise,” Reaper said, kissing her forehead. His guts were burning with the need to find whoever had done this and kill them. They’d hurt Sarah and taken his son and he wasn’t going to let that stand. Nobody fucked with family.

“I will let you handle it, but if you’re not back by midnight I’m coming after you.” Sarah collapsed back onto the couch then, her eyes closing and he worried. She likely had a concussion and those were dangerous. He didn’t want to leave her but knew he had to; Josh needed him.

Standing, he looked at Sammy, who hovered close by. “You keep her here even if she wants to come after me when she wakes up. Sit on her if you have to. Bull, stay here with them and make sure that she’s seen by Lance.”

“Sure thing, Boss,” Bull replied.

Reaper went to find some men. He had to go get their son from his grandmother. At least since she was his grandmother she wouldn’t hurt the kid. Well, he fucking hoped she wouldn’t. If she did, he’d bring her back to Sarah and they would handle the woman together. She’d better pray if that was the case because if she’d hurt their son, she’d learn what had prompted the men to call him Reaper.