Page 24 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“Oh, nice guilt trip.”

“Did it work?”

Vi sighed dramatically, then smiled. “I’ll go if you insist.”

“I’d rather you do it willingly. Just like the ride you took the other night on the porch.”

“Will today’s ride be similar?”

Fuck. “Is that what you want?” He hoped to fuck she said yes.

“Is that what you want?” she countered.

“I’d be a fool to say no.”

“I don’t think either of us are fools. But being your boss kind of puts a kink in things.”

He kept his expression deadpan when he asked, “Like a power play kink?”

“I can be very bossy.”

Her voice becoming husky and her eyes heated as she played along didn’t help the current dilemma of his cock becoming extremely interested in their topic of conversation. He gave her a toothy grin. “So can I.”

They ended up going for an hour long ride together. It wasn’t the first time Reaper had rode with any of the Shadows but it was the first time since the porch incident the other night. After the dynamics between them changed.

Because they did.

But instead of doing an afternoon quickie, they grabbed lunch for themselves and the rest of the crew on their way back. That gave them an excuse for why they had gone off together.

Of course, Indie wasn’t buying it. She gave them a sly look but thankfully refrained from calling them both out in front of everyone else.

In Reaper’s eyes, that moved Vi’s sister up his ladder of respect a few notches. Though, he was damn sure Indie would give her older sister shit in private.

Once they returned and ate the takeout from the famous Bangin’ Burgers, he got ready to head back to Pittsburgh. This time he was driving a different pool car and using another fake plate. He made sure to arrive in Pittsburgh at different times, in different vehicles, and with never the same license plate.

He didn’t want any patterns being established.

Discoverable patterns could fuck up the job. It could also get someone killed. They needed to avoid that on their side, not the enemy’s.

As always, once he was done dropping a couple more Russos from a safe distance, he shot her a text and cautiously made his way out of the city. Of course, taking a different path from last time.

Vi did respond with a simple 10-4 to his text of: Done. Safe. Heading back.

After exchanging the team’s communal car at the Warehouse for his Bronco, he headed home.

He could go for a really cold beer and warm pussy right now. That would be the perfect ending to his night.

The first was a sure thing. The second…

As he drove past the farmhouse, he didn’t notice any lights on inside. No Vi waiting on the porch swing, either.

Absolutely nothing.

Damn. Disappointment filled him to the core. He had hoped for more action tonight other than plugging new holes into Mafia members. A repeat performance of the porch swing “incident” would’ve been a nice stress reliever. Just without the porch swing and any witnesses.

He continued down the lane and where it Y’d, he turned right. Even though the cabins weren’t on top of each other, he still appreciated the fact his was the last one on this fork in the road and he only had one neighbor. Fortunately, that neighbor was Grim, Army vet and fellow Shadow, and who, for the most part, minded his own business.

As his headlights illuminated his porch—much smaller than the one at the main house—he noticed a figure sitting alone on the top step.