Reaper: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Highway Reapers MC, #1

By Sophia Hampton

Reaper is book 1 in the Highway Reapers MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Craving Reaper and Serving Reaper are available everywhere now!

Things were already hard enough for me, and then HE came along…

Trouble finds me, not the other way around. Tyson Adler was just another one that I didn’t need in my life.

I was supposed to find him--and then betray him.

I wasn’t supposed to get close to him. I wasn’t supposed to kiss him.
I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall in his bed. 

I can’t let him get close. I have to back away before it’s too late.
But when he puts his strong hands on me. 
Leaves me begging for more…

I can’t help believe his words: “You’re MINE.” 

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jan 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386618072

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REAPER: Highway Reapers MC (BOOK 1)

By Sophia Hampton

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Things were already hard enough for me, and then HE came along...

TROUBLE FINDS ME, NOT the other way around. Tyson Adler was just another one that I didn’t need in my life.

I was supposed to find him—and then betray him.

I wasn’t supposed to get close to him. I wasn’t supposed to kiss him.

I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall in his bed.

I can’t let him get close. I have to back away before it’s too late.

But when he puts his strong hands on me.

Leaves me begging for more...

I can’t help but believe his words: You’re MINE.

CHAPTER ONE

Ella Louise had walked out of one piece of trouble to another piece all her life. Sometimes it had done well by her, and sometimes she got bent over and fucked by life without lube or a condom. What this time would bring she didn’t know, but she’d been fucked enough, and it had to be about time for her luck to change. She stood outside of Sammy’s Café and looked up at the run down sign that had seen better days. Debating on whether she should go in or not, she took a minute to think about the choices she had available to her right now. In one hand, she had a barrel of nothing, and in the other she had zilch. At least the assessment hadn’t taken that long.

She took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. The place didn’t look much better on the inside than it did from the street, but she really couldn’t complain about appearances. Ella knew that she appeared to have it all together, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Ella baby, come on over here, Bruce called out from a table at the back of the café. Ella had known Bruce for a good long while, and there were times she didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Trouble ran to her as if she was a mother and it a small child, and the smile on Bruce’s face, all charming and carefree, set her hackles on edge.

She walked over to the table and saw that he only had coffee and toast, but it looked like a banquet to a woman who’d only been able to score a dirty one room efficiency to keep her from sleeping on the street. Unfortunately, the luxury of shelter didn’t afford her the ability to buy food, but she was working on it.

Hand me your jacket and have a seat, he said with a pleasant look on his face that should have made her feel more comfortable but didn’t. She handed over her jacket and sat down across from the mistake she didn’t know she could deal with.

Bruce must have noticed the lust in her eye as she stared at the last piece of toast and crumbs on his plate. Here’s a menu. Order yourself something to eat... on me.

Ella didn’t think she’d ever snatched something away from anyone as quickly as she had that crinkled piece of paper that had coffee stains and jam marks on it. The waitress was at the table before she’d looked at all the options, but Ella didn’t want to wait a minute more than she had to for something in her belly.

What can I get you, doll face? The name tag said Princess and Ella wondered for a second if that was her real name, but figured it really wasn’t any of her business. If that woman wanted people to call her princess she was fine with it.

I’ll have the three egg omelet with bacon, cheddar cheese, onions, peppers and mushrooms. A cheeseburger with fries, a strawberry milkshake, and a large diet soda, Ella told the woman who did a good job of keeping up with her requests on her pad of paper.

Is that all? The waitress smiled at her, and Ella wondered if she looked as hungry as she felt.

Yes. Thank you, Princess, Ella said, and the woman’s smile got even bigger. She probably wasn’t called by the name on her tag very often, but she nodded and walked off.

It’s good being on the outside of prison isn’t it? Bruce said, and she returned her attention to the man who was setting her up for something. She could feel it. The man had never been mean or rude, but this was uncharacteristically nicer than how the man normally acted

It is good. No one is happier than me to be able to walk around without having to ask for permission. She would stay for the breakfast and see what service she could do, but that’s it. If this was about a party, a drug score, or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he could forget it.

Princess set Ella’s milkshake in front of her with a few pieces of toast. Just a little something to get you started, the waitress said with a wink, and that answered Ella’s question to if she looked as hungry as she felt. She must look starved.

I know you got a bum rap. Going to jail for a drug charge that wasn’t on you was pretty shitty, but since it was your first offense you didn’t get much time. If it wasn’t for the fact you had the drugs in your system, you may have been able to say it wasn’t yours at all.

She listened to him explain why his club had allowed her to go down for their shit when she’d only been there to score a bit of coke to celebrate her getting her life together. That probably wasn’t the best way to celebrate, but what could she say? She was young, dumb, and wanted to have fun.

Are you trying to excuse your gang for letting me float down the river alone on a raft you built? She probably would have been able to sound more indignant if she weren’t saying it around a mouth full of toast and jam.

Yeah, I knew you’d probably be mad about that, but we want to help you, Bruce said as he leaned in with his elbows on the table and the look of a man in the business of dealing out trouble in his eye.

Ella didn’t know if she should have taken the free meal because if she’d learned anything, she knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. It may look free and it may seem free, but there was a cost, and now she had to wait to see if she was going to deal with the devil or if she was going to try to find the money to pay for the large amount of food she’d ordered.

What do you want me to do, Bruce? Please know that I have no intention of doing anything that even looks like I could go back to that metal box. She didn’t give a damn how much this meal was worth; she wasn’t going back to prison for anyone or anything. When she was there she’d done a lot of thinking, and while some of her cell mates had found religion, she’d found her senses. She wasn’t going to be running around in the streets doing any and every thing that could be done. Her desire was to live her live honestly and with integrity so she could be proud of the life she was living. Ella was counting on herself because she knew she couldn’t count on anyone else.

Bruce studied her like she was a science project, and she knew that he was the person who could see what people needed and give it to them, but there was going to be a price.

Princess chose that moment to come with her arms filled with plates that she set down in front of Ella like she knew they would be appreciated. The smells that wafted up to her nose made her mouth water, and she was happy that regardless of how this turned out she would have the first full belly she’d had since she’d been