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The ecstasy on her face.

Her pebbled nipples and bouncing tits.

Her long, dark hair framing her face.

What made him pause, like it always did, was the small tattoo in black script “I am my father’s daughter” along her ribs.

She certainly was. Though, much better looking.

But it was a good reminder to keep who her father was at the back of his mind. Reaper was used to facing death but not for simply taking a woman to bed.

Of course, not just any woman…Vi.

Was she worth the risk? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Clay, I’m going to come.”

Thank fuck.

Because so was he.

She bucked against him until her climax washed over him, her muscles clenching, twitching, and pulling him deeper. With a sexy as fuck moan, she closed her eyes and threw her head back as she rode those waves out.

Not even two seconds later, his hips shot off the bed and his cock pulsated as he released deep inside her.

Chapter Nineteen

Sitting at the conference table, Reaper leaned back in his chair and listened to the discussion going on around him.

The team was currently doing a debriefing since it had been too late to do it last night once they got back to Shadow Valley.

While he was still bothered by the fact he’d been captured a second time by a dangerous crime family in only a few weeks, he was more ticked about losing his AXMC. He not only had dropped a shitload of dough on that setup, he had the scope dialed in perfectly.

Now he had to start from scratch.

After they fucked last night, Vi mentioned the business would cover the cost to replace it. While that offer was generous, he wanted the rifle to be his, not belong to the whole team.

Luckily, since he lived on the farm at no cost, he’d been banking his salary and didn’t have many living expenses. However, his dream of owning his very own Terradyne was getting farther and farther away.

He’d be resigned to driving the one Vi had purchased a couple of years ago. Once it was repaired, that was.

“What about the Russos?” T-Bone asked. “Reaper’s deal with them was to take out the Chens.”

Indie shrugged. “For all the Russos know, the Chens captured and killed him.”

“And the Triad is going to tell them this how?” Grim asked.

“By using the Glacier phone,” Indie answered. “We’ll get one of you guys to pretend you’re a Chen.”

“They took the Glacier phone,” Reaper announced. Apparently, Indie hadn’t gotten the memo on their trip back from Ohio. But then, it had been a pretty quiet ride home with everyone stuck in their heads, reliving their action-packed evening.

Ghost leaned forward and caught Reaper’s eyes. “Does that mean you have no easy way to contact the Russos?”

Before he could answer, T-Bone said, “If he doesn’t check in, they might come looking for him, thinking he skipped out on his agreement.”

“Somehow they need to find out that he was killed in action.” Vi turned toward him. “Did you write down Sal’s number?”

“Oddly enough, I did,” Reaper answered. “I put it in my cell phone.”