I reach for a Glock, check the clip, then tuck it into my waist. I also take an extra mag, and a knife, which I strap to my thigh.
“Okay… you’re scaring me.”
I look up at Chrissy, realizing she’s never seen this side of me. “You’re not the one who should be scared.”
I throw the bag over my shoulder and walk right into the chapel. Everyone turns to look at me. I drop the bag on the table and turn to Dr. E, who’s sitting in Gage’s chair.
“You all can sit around your table and talk all you want. I’m going to find him.”
I turn to leave but Chopper shouts after me, “Raven, wait!”
I make it to the courtyard before they catch up to me. Dr. E grabs my elbow, stopping my progress.
“Raven, please. Let us handle this. We don’t know what we could be walking into.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Raven—”
“I said, I’m coming with you.”
There’s no way they’re leaving me behind. If Cassidy has done something to him, I need to be there.
That bitch is mine.
***Gage***
I need to get out of here. This bitch is seriously psycho—more than I thought. I’ve lost count of the number of times her knife has sliced through my flesh since she ripped off my shirt and went to town. They aren’t deep cuts, but with the level of alcohol in my system, I’m bleeding more than I should. Through all of this, she’s still been trying to get me to fuck her. Right now she’s on her knees, rubbing her hands over my crotch, but my dick still won’t get hard.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asks, seeming oblivious to the current situation.
“What’s wrong? I’m still a little intoxicated, tired, hungry, and bleeding. You expect me to… perform under those conditions?”
“You’re right,” she stands, slamming her palm into her forehead. “Stupid, Cassidy!”
She storms out, leaving me alone for the first time in hours. I look around, trying to find a way to get free. That’s when I see movement outside the window. Maybe I’ve lost too much blood; I must be hallucinating. I shake my head, blinking to clear my vision. No, I wasn’t imagining things. That’s E peering in the window. I never thought I’d be so happy to see that motherfucker’s face. He disappears just as Cassidy walks back in, carrying a tray of food. She drags the table closer to me and places the tray there. I need to keep her distracted, so I take a bite of the sandwich she offers. Hopefully, it’s not laced with anything.
A rustling sound comes from outside and she snaps her head toward the window, immediately on alert.
“Probably just an animal,” I tell her. “We are in the woods.”
“You’re right.” She turns back to me with a smile. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”
I return her smile. “I know. I remember you like it rough… just like me.”
She bites into her bottom lip and I notice her pressing her thighs together.
“Not many women do,” I continue. “I think you were right. You were the one for me all along.”
“Oh, Gage!” She straddles my lap, excitedly planting kisses all over my face. “I knew it! I knew all it would take is some time alone.”
She tugs her top off, and that’s when E bursts into the room. Cassidy screams in shock, but he grabs her before she can reach for my gun. Razor and Venom are right on his heels. While Razor helps to restrain her, Venom works on setting me free.
“No!” Cassidy screams. “You’re ruining everything!”
“Shut up!” Razor growls.
“You shut up! He’s mine. We’re finally going to be together!”
She thrashes, trying desperately to break free. Once my bonds are off, I try to stand, but the room spins and I fall back into the chair. Venom relieves E and he hurries to my side.
“Don’t try to move, brother. I need to stop the bleeding.”
He uses my discarded shirt, ripping pieces off to tie around the gashes on my arms.
“Those are the worst ones. I’ll patch you up when we get home.”
“How did you find me?”
“Motherfucking Tek. How do you think?”
“Sometimes I think I could kiss that man.”
“Sorry, boss,” Tek chuckles as he enters the room. “You’re not my type.”
We all laugh as he and E help me up. Venom and Razor tie Cassidy to the chair.
“Gage! Are you going to let them do this to me?” she shrieks.
“Shut up, bitch. I need to think about what I’m going to do with you.”
“But—”
“Gag her,” I tell Razor.
I’ve been listening to her voice all night and it worked my last nerve hours ago. I perch on the table, taking a bottle of water Tek hands me.
“Gage?”
I turn to the soft, shaky voice, and find Raven staring back at me. She approaches carefully, tears in her eyes as they wander over my body, evaluating my condition. My instinct is to go to her, pull her into my arms and leave her lips swollen from my kiss. Instead, I grit my teeth and glare at E.
“Why the fuck did you bring her?”
“Short of tying her up, I couldn’t stop her from coming.”
She moves, and when I look back to her, she reaches for the knife strapped to her thigh and charges at Cassidy. Venom grabs her hand, wrestling the knife from her.
“Whoa there, baby girl,” he says.
Razor grabs her, pulling her to his chest. She kicks and screams, lunging in Cassidy’s direction.
“Let go of me!” She points to Cassidy, who’s staring back in fear. “You’re dead! You hear me, bitch? You’re fucking dead!”
I watch the spectacle with a small smile. The way she is right now is just one of the many reasons I thought she was perfect for me.
“Okay, okay. I’m cool,” she says, calming down.
Razor tentatively releases her, but keeps a close eye on her. She returns her attention to me, and her anger intensifies once more at the sight before her. She growls, removing a Glock from the back of her jeans and pointing it at Cassidy. Razor moves swiftly, grabbing the gun, while Venom tries to hold her back.
“Raven, stop.”
At the sound of my voice, she stops struggling. She’s breathing hard and staring daggers at Cassidy, but she’s stopped fighting. I jerk my head at Venom to take her to the next room and he leads her out.
“Razor, you good with this?” I ask. I gave her a chance before, when she held my aunt fucking hostage at gunpoint; she’s not getting another one.
He throws Cassidy a sideways glance, and then nods.
“You sure?”
“It’s just pussy, Prez. Besides, this shit ain’t gonna fly.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Is Crow with you?”
“No. He’s back at the clubhouse.”
“Call him up,” I say, walking toward Cassidy. I’ll definitely need clean-up. “I’m gonna need him after I’m done with Miss Martin.”
CHAPTER 7
***Gage***
I flinch as E pierces my skin with the needle. It turns out a few of the cuts need stitches. By the time we got to the clubhouse, I’d stopped bleeding so I was able to clean up. I’m now lying on my bed while E does his thing.
“You’re lucky the bartender saw you leaving with Cassidy. That’s what prompted Tek to track her car. What the hell happened?”
I relay the story to him and he chuckles.
“What’s so funny, fucker?”
“I can’t believe you let a woman get the drop on you.”
“I was drunk. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
“Sure thing, Reaper.”
As he bandages my wrists where the handcuffs cut into them, he glances up at me tentatively. I take a deep breath, knowing what’s coming next.
“You know, she rushed over here the moment she thought something happened to you.”
“So?”
“Look, I’m not sayin
g forget about it. I’m just saying talk to her. Try to work this out. She loves you.”
I reply with a scoff.
“And you love her,” he continues. “I’ve never seen two people more perfect for each other.”
“Yeah. I used to think that, too.”
With a sigh, I turn away from him and find her standing in the doorway. Even from here I can see the tears in her eyes. She heard. She tries to blink them away as she walks in.
“I made you something to eat,” she announces, gesturing to the plate she’s carrying.
E gives me a pleading look then leaves the room. I sit up, taking the plate from her.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
She sits at the foot of the bed, watching me eat. I’m only wearing boxers, and I can feel her eyes on every inch of exposed skin. I know she wants to come closer, but she’s afraid of what I’ll do or say. Fucked up thing is, I want her close… even after what she’s done. So what do I do? I be a dick. It’s the only way to distance myself from her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Miami?”
“I missed my flight.”
“So when are you leaving?”
“I…” Her voice breaks. “I guess as soon as I get another ticket.”
I still don’t look at her. I can’t. “You done?”
She stands, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her fingers tremble as she wipes her palms on her jeans.
“I guess we are.”
She walks away, and it takes everything in me not to call her back. Stopping in the doorway, she turns, and I finally meet her gaze. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, tiny sobs racking her body.
“I never meant to hurt you. I was scared and I should have just told you. It may not mean anything now but… I want you to know… that night you came back from Florida… I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“I saw you standing by the fire with your friends and I knew I was ready. I…” She stops, struggling to continue through her tears. “I was going to throw them out, but then you found them.”
“What do you think I would have done if you’d told me you weren’t ready?”
“I don’t know.” She wraps her arms around herself, staring at the floor. “‘Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them’.”
I know she did not just quote Bruce Lee to me. “Don’t. Just don’t.”
“I know you’re hurt and angry… and a whole lot of other things but… I want you to know… I do love you.” She meets my stare, her eyes begging me to believe her. “You’re not just on my back, Gage. You’re on my heart… and nothing’s ever going to change that.”
I grit my teeth, mentally digging in my heels. I can’t let her affect me. I need to stay strong.
“Just know if you ever need anything… anything. I’m here for you.”
“Anything?” I raise a brow as I put the plate aside and make my way toward her. She just gave me the perfect weapon to use against her.
I close the door, crowding her with my body so she leans against it. Slowly, she lifts her face to meet my gaze.
“Anything,” she whispers, her breathing accelerating.
Reaching for the button on her jeans, I pop it and pull the zipper down. I slide my palm to her ass, pulling her to me.
“I always liked fucking you. Well, before I found out you’re just a lying bitch.”
She winces and closes her eyes, but doesn’t say a word. Maybe, in her mind, she thinks she deserves it.
“Maybe I made a mistake giving you my patch. Maybe I should have just made you my little fuck toy.”
She sobs, her shoulders shaking against me. I knew that last bit would hurt. They’re her words, flung at me when she wanted more than I thought I could give. Still, I persist.
“On your knees, Raven.”
I take a step back, giving her room as she falls to her knees in front of me. She wipes at her tears, trying to control herself.
“Now, suck my dick.”
The moment her fingers graze my dick, I get hard. My mind might be messed up but my body knows her too well; still craves her. She pulls my boxers down just far enough to release my dick. When she takes me into her mouth, I fist my hands on the door, fighting back a groan. Despite her current state, she doesn’t hold back. I watch as her head bobs, one hand stroking the base. But, she makes the mistake of looking up at me as her tongue slides over my balls. I snap. Pulling her to her feet, I drag her to the bed, pushing her on top of it. I quickly dispose of her jeans and rip her panties off. She stares at me, still not talking, but I see it in her eyes—she wants this. I just can’t give it to her the way she wants it. Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, and sink my dick deep inside her. She cries out and I remain still, feeling her clench around me. Fuck if she ain’t dripping wet.
“Fuck….” I groan.
My eyes meet hers and my plan gets fucked. That look. That fucking look in her eyes every time I’m inside her. I can’t handle it. I flip her over, grab her hips, and slam inside her once more.
“Gage!”
“Don’t talk.”
I can’t bear to hear her say my name. I start to move but I’m confronted with another problem—her tattoo is peeking out the bottom of her blouse. Fuck my life. I close my eyes, pounding into her. Once I get this out of my system, that’s it. I’ll be done with her and she can leave. I hear her moans but I try not to pay attention. This is for me, not her. Her body doesn’t know that because she begins to tighten around me. She’s close and she’s taking me with her. Sinking my fingers into her hips, I pump into her tight pussy. She cries out, but buries her face in the bed, muffling the sound. As she convulses around me, I come, burying myself to the hilt. Her thighs tremble and she pushes her ass in to me. I slip out of her, wanting only to dive right back in. She turns to lie on her back, watching me. I head to the bathroom, but stop in the doorway. Just one last thing.
“Don’t be here when I get back.”
CHAPTER 8
***Raven***
A soft touch alerts me to someone else’s presence in the room. I turn to my other side and find Dani in bed with me.
“Hey, pumpkin,” I say softly.
“Do you feel better?”
“I’m not really sick. Just a little sad.”
She sits Indian style, her little blue eyes softening.
“Is it Mr. Gage? Do you miss him?”
“Yeah, I do.”
I’m finally at the point where I don’t break down in a fit of tears whenever I think about him or hear his name. That doesn’t matter because I’m still dead inside. Sometimes I miss him so much, I feel like I can’t breathe. The day after he fucked me and chased me away, I left Stony View. I’m not even mad at him. Everything he said was out of hurt and anger, and I deserved it. The angry sex was amazing, but the one thing I won’t forget from that night, is the way he looked at me as he stood at the bathroom door—with disgust. That was almost a month ago. I came to Miami, and for the most part, I’ve been locked away in my bedroom. Other than school, I haven’t done much. I haven’t spoken to him since then, either. I pick up the phone every day to call him but chicken out. If he wanted to talk to me, he would call. I don’t even know if he has the same number. I kept mine; kept the phone he gave me. That, and the tattoo on my back are the only physical reminders I have of him. I couldn’t take anything else; didn’t think I had the right to. I miss my “12 Gage” necklace the most. It’s the first thing he gave me that really said I was his.
“Call him… on the computer so you can see him, too,” Dani suggests.
“I’d like that. But… he’s kinda mad at me. I don’t think he’d talk to me.”
“Why would he be mad at you?”
“I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“Did you say you’re sorry?” she asks as she snuggles up to me. “Mommy always makes me apologize, even when I don’t want to.�
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“I did.”
“And he didn’t forgive you?”
“No,” I whisper. “He didn’t.”
“Ugh! Boys are so dumb!”
I giggle softly, wrapping my arm around her. “They can be… sometimes.”
“I’m never getting married. When I can get a job, I’ll make my own money, and live all by myself.”
“You’ll need someone to talk to.”
“I have my dollies.” She turns to face me and stares into my eyes with a loving smile. “And I have you, my big sister.”
I pull her closer, kissing her forehead. Oh, to be seven years old and innocent again.
“Yeah. You do.”
***Gage***
I walk into the house and it feels strange. The last time I stepped foot in here, it felt like a home. Now it’s just four walls and a roof. I haven’t been here since the day I walked out. I couldn’t, knowing she wasn’t here. The day she left, Charger brought her car to the clubhouse and dropped the key in my palm. I couldn’t bear to look at it, so I had Motor take it to the warehouse where I store all of mine. I don’t know what the hell to do with it. Painting it won’t make fuck of a difference, and I can’t bring myself to sell it. It’s just another reminder of her. Knowing she’s tatted on my back is one thing. I don’t really have to see it. Her name on my knuckles is another thing altogether. I see it every day. I stare at it every day, wondering if I should get it covered up. It’s a relic of the life I thought I could have… the one I never will. But I won’t get rid of it. It’s like the car—I’ll know what’s really underneath. Besides, it might keep me from making the mistake of trusting another woman again.
This last month, I buried myself in work and my flying lessons to try and keep her off my mind. I slept in my offices at the Kitty or Scythe most nights. Others, I crashed at the clubhouse. I only came here today to get some stuff to take back with me. That, and Allah was working my last nerve. I swear I’m going to empty my clip into his equipment. I finally had it when he played “Here Without You” by 3 Doors Down. In his own passive-aggressive way, he’s the only one to say anything, even if it’s through music. Everyone’s pretty much left me alone. Even E. Chopper still shoots me dirty looks but I ignore him. Especially when he tells everyone—when I’m in earshot—how he spoke to his “lil darlin’,” and how he keeps telling her to come home. Nita and Ellen barely speak to me, like Raven’s not the one who did me dirty.
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