Page 20 of Demon Rider

CHAPTER NINE

Tyson

Leaving Kristina in my bed, was hard, so was my cock after making her come with my tongue.

I know she saw the way my eyes changed, my Reaper pushing forward, but before I could explain more, an order came through. Otto banging on my door, with the order to pull my dick from my woman’s pussy had Kristina’s cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I told her that’s he has better get used to it as my brothers had no fucking filter when it came to sex, or embarrassing anyone.

With Otto, Teo and Milo are with me, we hunt down this fucker who thought it would be funny terrorize old ladies.

“This fucker is Barry Salimar. He was known for hurting old ladies, stealing whatever he could. Killed one as well. Strangled the poor woman.” Otto explains with a snarl.

We may be Reapers, and done some fucked up shit when we were alive, but we still had some morals.

Otto and Teo were killed in action but were also guilty of some war crimes involving money and killing of some shitty men, but with the honor they both carried, they are made Reapers.

Zeke well that fucker was the worst of all of us. Drugs, guns, and money. Killed any fucker who got in his way, or pissed him off, it did not take much from what I have learned.

But he saved a bunch of kids from being trafficked, and got killed doing it, so he got his Reaper order and here we all are.

“He was here but not anymore. I cannot sense him.”

“So we hunt, brothers.” Otto rubs his hands together, beaming a right smile at me.

“You out for blood, brother?” Teo asks him.

The fucker nods. “My Reaper has been itching for some crimson pleasure.”

Laughing, we walk around where Barry was last seen. He has taken the body of a young college kid, so far no reports of injury on the kid. We want to free him before he gets hurt or worse.

Most demons do not give a fuck of they hurt or kill their host, to do what they want and be done with it, then move on. But some latch onto a host body, and treat it right to stay above the fire.

While we search, my mind drifts to Kristina. Her laying in my bed in a T-shirt and nothing else because I tossed her panties when I ate her cunt. My cock thickens behind my zipper, at the thoughts of how she tasted on my tongue.

“You daydreaming about your woman, brother?” Otto’s shoves me.

“Fuck off.” I flip him the bird, making him laugh.

Teo joining in.

“Man, only you could find your bitch when on a hunt.”

“Otto, man, I love you like a brother but do not call my woman a bitch again, and I will slit your throat.” I grin, dipping my head.

“How the fuck does he always look like the devil himself when he does that?” Otto calls out.

“He has perfected his Reaper look,” Teo nods to me, chuckling.

“I am prefect in every Reaper way, my brothers.” I wink, and keep walking.

We pass people in the street, some give us a wide birth making me grin, others stare. I wink at a group of woman, who look overly done up, clearly not getting enough attention from their husbands. They giggle, licking their lips.

To the humans we look like them, they do not see the Reaper below the surface. They see the human bikers, the outlaws, it was a great idea from Zeke who formed the club to help us get shit done.

Most look the other way when it comes to bikers, and nine times out of ten it is the cops that may look closer, but nothing ever gets done.

My senses kick up, stopping my steps.