REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC by Syn Crimson

Author:Syn, Crimson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

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We rode out to the Galleria with Ash. If this Priscilla Chantal woman was a front, I didn’t want to scare her with a bunch of bikers approaching. Instead, we decided to take the truck, or what we liked to call the Cage. I wore my business suit and Ash, well Ash wore his cuts but at least his dark washed jeans looked new. He wore a white tee beneath his leather vest, tattoos lined his muscled arms hiding his scars, and he had a deadpanned look in his eye as we entered the Galleria.

“You need to relax, Ash. We’re here to buy art not shoot up the place.”

“You never know when you have to watch your back, Prez.”

He was right about that. These pristine white walls would drip with fresh red blood quite nicely. Our boots clicked on the shined hardwood floor, bright colored art aligned each sectional, and above us sculptured glass blown chandeliers hung at different angles.

“Looks like an art gallery to me,” I looked over at Ash and he just shrugged, his attention on a sculpture in the corner with a naked couple holding each other. I smirked as his hand grazed her breasts.

“Perv,” I muttered under my breath and proceeded to make my way towards the small reception area.

The place was empty, there wasn’t a soul in sight. Clearing my throat, I yelled out. “Hello! Anyone here!”

My voice echoed and suddenly the sound of heels came from beyond the sectioned walls. Ash approached my right side as we waited. The sound getting closer until a woman peeked her head around the corner. When she fully appeared, Ash tensed beside me, and I had to admit, she was a sight for sore eyes. Tall, dark hair that flowed in soft waves down her back, big bright coffee colored eyes and the prettiest face. Not as pretty as my Cecilia, but hot damn this one was gorgeous.

Her hunter green dress clung to ever fucking curve, the voluminous tits, the wide hips, the rounded perfect ass. We both stood there appreciating the fucking art.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?”

Her accent was sexy as fuck and Ash shifted next to me. The motherfucker probably had a wicked hard on, and the way she was eyeing him, I’m pretty sure he’d have her in his bed calling him Daddy before the night was over.

I slid her card on the receptionist’s high counter and I stared at her. “I’m here to talk business with the owner of this gallery.”

She took the card and smiled. I knew this card meant something because it was completely different to the white card sitting on the receptionist’s counter. “I’m the owner.”

I arched my brow in surprise and looked over at Ash who couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass. “Which means you are Miss Chantal.”

“That is correct,” she turned her head slightly, looking over at Ash who was now circling her like a fucking predator.

“Ash!” I called out and he instantly straightened up and walked over to me, a glint in his eye.

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