Page 5 of Lawless
My eyes fell to his leather cut, where the word PRESIDENT was embroidered on the left side. A curving scythe patch hung ominously over the word, leaving no question as to who this man was.
Reaper. The man who rode with the wrath of Hell at his back.
A growling sound brought my eyes lower, to the massive Doberman Pinscher at his side. I'd never seen such a huge dog, nor one that looked so ready to rip out my throat with a single command from its owner. The dog's black coat had a glossy, healthy sheen, but nothing shone as brightly as those white teeth it bared at me.
"Come, Hades." Reaper's voice was softer than I imagined for someone with such a reputation behind him.
I blinked like a spell had been broken as Reaper’s eyes shifted away from me, heading toward the furthest couch with a beer pitcher in front of it. Hades trotted obediently at his side.
His men filed in after him, throwing their booted feet on the coffee tables as they drank directly from the pitchers. Some drank half the containers in a single gulp. No wonder we needed so many.
Reaper wasn't the only one with a pet. A man with a falcon on his shoulder sat at the second couch. He had golden hair falling down to his shoulders in soft waves. Women used to kill for hair like that, when looking nice was once important to us.
His eyes were blue as a bright summer sky and his mouth formed a wide smile, the complete opposite of Reaper's hard scowl. The blonde man caught my eye as he raised a pitcher to his mouth and winked at me over the rim.
Shit, I forgot there were service girls here. Now these men probably thought I was one.
I turned on my heel and headed back to the kitchen, where Gretchen had two more full pitchers waiting and was in the middle of filling a third. Taking a deep breath to steel myself before going back out there, I wrapped my fingers around the handles and let the breath out.
It didn't matter what these men looked like. They were murderers, thieves, and probably rapists. They reached their godlike level of fame with violence and brutality. I couldn't let my guard down for a single minute.
I was a mouse in a pit of snakes, and Ihadto survive.
Two
REAPER
Not even the service girl crawling into my lap could distract me from the new kitchen server. With hazel eyes intent and focused, red lips tight, and rich brown hair cascaded down her back in a loose ponytail, she served food and drinks to my club along with the blonde teenager we’d seen here before.
"I missed you," a raspy voice whispered in my ear while a pair of stretchmarked, used-up tits shoved themselves into my face. "The way you fucked me last time, mmm! It was all I could think about."
"Look, can I get a minute to breathe?" I leaned away from the whore rubbing on me like a cat in heat. I couldn't remember this one's name, but she was blocking my view from the pretty little new girl.
"Sure, honey. Just let me know when you want me." She gave me a wink and squeezed my dick through my pants before rising up to offer her services to my men. Sure enough, she hopped on Brick’s cock right when he was in the middle of a conversation with Big G.
The sound of over-exaggerated moans and slapping flesh faded in the background as I popped a fat cheese cube in my mouth. I washed it down with the last of the ale on the table, hoping the new girl would hurry her ass out to refill it.
Jandro took a seat next to me, leaning back on the couch with a sigh. "I cannot fucking wait to sleep in an actual bed tonight. Think I'll grab two girls while I'm at it."
"How are the steeds?" I asked.
"Fine. Just had to clear a bunch of dust from Shadow's bike. Yours is getting low on oil, but should be fine until we make it back to Sheol.”
My vice president was not only my second in command, but the most accomplished motorcycle mechanic I'd ever seen. He'd know exactly what was wrong with someone's ride just from the sound she made.
"Damn," Jandro breathed softly, looking across the lounge to the kitchen. The door had been propped open with how much running the girls had to go back and forth.
I followed his gaze to the new girl, fast on her feet as she replaced empty beer pitchers with full ones.
"Yeah," I agreed, leaning forward to scratch Hades' ears. "She wasn't here last time."
"Nope. I'd remember an ass like that, no matter how fucked up I was." He grinned. "She looks Latina, too. You know how long it's been since I had a woman of my own culture?"
"I dunno, two weeks?” I scoffed.
"Exactly. Too long."
His eyes followed her as she came to our table, although hers remained low and focused on her tasks at hand.
