Cutthroat (Book 2): God's Reapers MC, #2

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 2 of the God's Reapers MC romance series! Book 3 of this motorcycle club romance series is available everywhere now!

 

It's winner-take-all, and this winner is gonna take her – All. Night. Long.

 

Olivia Waters is a fresh-faced cop eager to prove her worth.

But she's in way over her head.

Because I've been running the God's Reapers MC drug game for a long time.

And it's gonna take a lot more than a newbie like her to bust me.

 

But I gotta hand it to Officer Waters – she's pretty damn persistent.

When she pokes her nose into my business one time too many, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

That means taking HER into my own hands.

 

It's breaking every rule in the book for an outlaw to sleep with a cop.

But that's exactly what we do.

It's a night full of sweaty pleasure and delicious pain.

And in the morning, we're both surprised that we each want more, more, more.

 

Days pass and our rendezvous only grow hotter and hotter.

But the stakes are getting higher, too.

There's pressure from the guys upstairs for Olivia to make a bust.

And my own club is ready to double down on our trafficking business – and remove any obstacles in our path.

 

Things are about to explode.

Trust is the only thing keeping us alive.

And then the unthinkable happens:

 

She betrays me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393732174

Book preview

Cutthroat: A Motorcycle Club Romance (God’s Reapers MC Book 2)

By Kathryn Thomas

It’s winner-take-all, and this winner is gonna take her – All. Night. Long.

OLIVIA WATERS IS A fresh-faced cop eager to prove her worth.

But she’s in way over her head.

Because I’ve been running the God’s Reapers MC drug game for a long time.

And it’s gonna take a lot more than a newbie like her to bust me.

But I gotta hand it to Officer Waters – she’s pretty damn persistent.

When she pokes her nose into my business one time too many, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

That means taking HER into my own hands.

It’s breaking every rule in the book for an outlaw to sleep with a cop.

But that’s exactly what we do.

It’s a night full of sweaty pleasure and delicious pain.

And in the morning, we’re both surprised that we each want more, more, more.

Days pass and our rendezvous only grow hotter and hotter.

But the stakes are getting higher, too.

There’s pressure from the guys upstairs for Olivia to make a bust.

And my own club is ready to double down on our trafficking business – and remove any obstacles in our path.

Things are about to explode.

Trust is the only thing keeping us alive.

And then the unthinkable happens:

She betrays me.

CHAPTER 1

Olivia strode into work Monday morning with a confidence she did not feel. She was falling hard for a biker, for a member of the gang that she was supposed to be investigating. Sleeping with David had been the dumbest, hottest, most passionate thing she had ever done. She needed to go and tell the detectives about it. She was a professional, and she had done something unprofessional. But with every step her confidence faltered. What if telling them ruined her reputation? What if she turned into a joke?

She also knew that if she told the detectives she could never see David again, ever. She could never run her hands through his blond hair, never look into his bright blue eyes, never feel his tongue on her skin as he kissed her neck, and never call out his name over and over again. She had told him in no uncertain terms, never again. But she wanted to make that same mistake again—as many times as she could. She wanted to go The Gray Lamp and see David there waiting for her. She wanted to skip the drinks and go right home. She wanted to fall back into bed with him. But she couldn’t do that. And she definitely couldn’t do it if she told the brass about it.

So it wasn’t strange when her feet avoided the hallway that led to the detectives’ offices and towards the garage instead. Maybe tomorrow things would be different, maybe by tomorrow her body will forget about David’s, maybe by tomorrow she would stop missing him. Tomorrow then, and if not tomorrow, then the day after. She knew that someday it would fade. In the meantime, she just needed to get David Creely out of her head.

She slipped into the driver’s side of her seat and waited for Lance. Olivia was early; she should be talking to the detectives right now. Instead, she was going over the events from Friday night in her head, remembering the way his hands had slid up her thighs, his tongue in her mouth. Her eyes were closed, as she let the memory sweep over her mind. She reveled in it until Lance finally arrived, climbing into the passenger seat and buckling his seatbelt before asking about coffee.

Lance babbled about his weekend as they drove, with Olivia fading in and out as he spoke about a pool party and some movie he had watched. She was grateful that he was so chatty, she was worried that any awkward silence would result in her blurting out the words: I hooked up with a member of God’s Reapers this weekend. And that would be bad.

They had pulled in for coffee and were sitting for a moment in their squad car letting the iced coffee do its magic when Lance spoke up.

Huh, that’s weird. Olivia, you see that?

Olivia turned and craned her neck. She was looking down Fourteenth Street where a pair of bikers seemed to be looking at her. One of them had binoculars and had them pointed at the car. They must have seen that they were spotted because they quickly turned tail and ran.

Let’s see where they go, Olivia said, starting the car. She was surprised that Lance gave no reply; he just tightened his seatbelt and gave her a curt nod. Maybe he was actually coming around.

She left the siren and the cherry off and drove down Fourteenth Street in the same direction the bikers had gone. As they drove, the streets became more barren. There were no people out, just brick walls for the rows and rows of warehouses that sat on the north side of town. They drove, not knowing what they were looking for, not knowing what was going on. But every now and again Olivia would catch a glimpse of the bikers or hear their engines, and they continued to slowly and quietly follow them.

And then they were almost ten miles out of town when Olivia figured out what was going on.

Shit, she said stopping the car.

What? Lance asked.

They’re tricking us, she responded, turning the car around and heading back into town. They’re leading us away from something else.

Are you sure? Lance asked.

No, but watching two cops through binoculars is a pretty obvious move to get our attention. Plus, we’ve been following them for ten miles now. They could have lost us at anytime, but they’ve stayed just far enough away to keep us on their tail.

What do you think is happening instead? Lance asked.

No idea. Let’s drive the neighborhood and see if we notice anything.

They drove back down Fourteenth, but everything was quiet. No shouts or cries or gunfire, just a quiet Monday morning. But something was happening, Olivia could sense it. There was something going on; she just needed to figure out what. On a whim, she turned down Marigold Street. They drove for a few blocks and saw nothing, and then at Eighteenth Street, she saw a strange sight. It took her a moment to recognize the woman; it was Hillary Sweetie, but she wasn’t alone. A man had her pressed up against a building, and he was whispering something furiously into her ear.

Olivia hit the cherry and picked up the handset. Dispatch, this is Sierra Five, domestic dispute on the street, stopping to investigate, go ahead.

Copy, Sierra Five. Do you need backup? Go ahead.

Negative, dispatch. No backup needed at this time.

The couple had split apart and were now glaring at the car. Hillary’s arms were crossed against her chest, and she looked mad.

Hi, Hillary. Everything alright? Olivia asked, as she stepped towards the couple. She didn’t recognize the man. He was Caucasian, in his thirties, with dark, wavy hair.

We’re fine, officer, the man spit. You can be on your way.

"Sir, please step