Page 24 of Reaper

Chapter Ten

Reaper hovered his thumb over his phone screen, the text from Savannah burning a hole in his mind.

Savannah:Hey, just got to Samantha’s place. Heading up now.

A chill seeped into his gut, gnawing at his insides. His instincts—those same instincts that had kept him alive through more brawls and bad deals than he cared to count—screamed at him that something was wrong. He’d trusted those instincts for years, and they never led him astray. Reaper clenched his jaw.

The clubhouse buzzed around him as his brothers returned from the delivery run, the roar of bikes filling the air, the scent of oil and exhaust mingling with old leather.

He was supposed to head in and report to Gunner the Vice President. Protocol demanded it. But protocol could go to hell.

He spotted Dagger, one of the younger members, climbing off his Harley, wiping grease-stained hands on his jeans. “Dagger!” Reaper barked.

Dagger snapped to attention. “Yeah, Boss?”

“Makethe report to Gunner. Tell him everything went smooth,” Reaper said.

Dagger frowned. “You all right?”

“Not sure yet,” Reaper muttered. His gaze hardened. “But I’m gonna find out. Cover for me.”

Without waiting for a reply, Reaper turned to Titan, one of his oldest brothers, a wall of muscle with a mean streak a mile wide.

“Need you to ride with me. Might need backup,” Reaper said.

Titan narrowed his eyes, reading the tension on Reaper’s face. He didn’t ask questions. He just nodded.“Let’s roll.”

They mounted their bikes, engines roaring to life. Reaper tightened his hands around the grips, his knuckles going white. Every fiber of his being screamedhurry.

The ride to Samantha’s apartment was a blur of speed and adrenaline. Wind whipped against his face, but all he could focus on was getting there. Finding Savannah. Making sure she was safe.

When they finally screeched into the parking lot, Reaper’s heart slammed against his ribs. His eyes scanned the scene, sharp and relentless, and then he saw it—Savannah. Her small frame clung to the back of a sleek black motorcycle, her body stiff with fear.

The Ravager riding it—a wiry bastard with a snake-like face and a patch that read “Raker”—grinned like he’d already won. A growl rumbled in Reaper’s chest, low and primal. Fury ignited in his veins.

“Motherfucker,” he spat. “That’s Raker.”

Titan’s lips curled into a snarl. “Slim’s with him too. Look at the other bike.”

Sure enough, Slim followed close behind, his grin just as vicious. Reaper’s vision narrowed, a red haze threatening to cloud his judgment. They had Savannah. His Savannah. Not for long. He didn’t give a damn about the risk. They were getting her back. Now.

“Let’s go,” he growled, twisting the throttle. His bike lunged forward, Titan close beside him.

The chase was on.

The Ravagers roared onto the highway, engines screaming as they pushed their bikes to the limit. Reaper’s bike vibrated beneath him, a surge of power and fury.

He leaned low, weaving through traffic with surgical precision, his eyes locked on Savannah’s form. He could see her knuckles, white where they gripped the seat. Could feel the fear radiating off her.Hold on, baby. I’m coming.

The wind shrieked past his ears, the rush of adrenaline sharpening his senses. Raker glanced back, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Reaper closing the distance. The bastard’s grin faltered.

“Yeah, you see me, you son of a bitch,” Reaper muttered, his voice a low growl.“And I’m coming for you.”

Raker gunned the engine, trying to pull away. Slim swerved, falling back to try and block Reaper’s path.

Titan let out a guttural laugh.“I’ll handle him.”

Titan’s bike shot forward, a blur of chrome and fury. He smashed his shoulder into Slim’s side, forcing the Ravager to swerve dangerously close to a guardrail. Tires screeched. Metal scraped against concrete. Reaper focused on Raker. He was gaining, inch by inch. Almost there.

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