HIS VIRGIN VESSEL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (War Cry MC)

by Nicole Fox

  She held the door and helped Hunter get Nicholas into a seated position on the side of the tub. Hunter helped her get his jacket off. As they peeled back layers of clothing and the wound was revealed, Vanessa was relieved to see it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. The bullet had only grazed him. There was a lot of blood, but not a lot of damage.

  She realized, as she reached for a towel to clean up the blood that she had thought at first that he was going to die. She’d been planning for it in the back of her mind. How she’d explain to the cops about her ex and hope it would work out in their favor somehow.

  “I think you’re okay,” she said. “It just grazed your shoulder.”

  Nicholas turned his head to look. “It hurts,” he whispered.

  She pressed down on the wound with the towel, trying to get the blood to stop. After a minute, some color returned to his face.

  “I don’t think it’s too bad at all now that the blood is cleaned up. Do you want us to take you to the hospital?” she asked. “Might need stitches.”

  “I wouldn’t know what to tell them,” Nicholas said. “What happened?” He looked to Hunter.

  “Vanessa’s ex and Opal’s father, Jeremy, hired a hit man to kill her. And it looks like he’s also trying to take me out since I’ve been protecting them. You happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

  Vanessa found a large bandage and cleaned the wound the best she could. With Nicholas talking to Hunter, he was somewhat distracted from the pain. She did the best she could with what she had, but he definitely needed to get to a doctor or the ER, just to get it properly cleaned and maybe stitched up.

  “How do you know he wants to kill her?” Nicholas asked. “And how do you know he hired someone? Do you have any evidence of this?”

  Hunter looked to Vanessa. She took in a breath. This was going to be tricky. How could they convince Nicholas without telling him too much? She certainly didn’t want Hunter getting in trouble at this point, before Jeremy was locked up. She still needed him to help her build a case. Telling Nicholas too much now might end with Hunter in jail and Vanessa and Opal sitting around for Jeremy to come along at any time. That couldn’t happen.

  “He told me,” Vanessa said. “Jeremy called me and told me that he was going to kill me and take Opal. He said to watch for the men he’d hired.”

  It was close enough to the truth, and couldn’t be disproved anyway. What did it matter how they knew? Nicholas just had to believe that Jeremy was the monster, not her. And if they could convince him, maybe it would turn everything around. Maybe they could make Nicholas more of an ally than an enemy.

  # # #

  Hunter tried not to let his relief show. He hadn’t thought Vanessa would give him away, but after she’d blurted things out to Mari, he wasn’t sure. When she was distressed and her daughter was in danger, she did risky things. But this was okay. Phone records would show that Jeremy had called her.

  “Opal told you that her daddy hurt her and not Vanessa,” Hunter said. “That should be all you need to know. Now that you know she’s telling the truth and Vanessa didn’t make her lie, that’s enough, isn’t it?”

  “Maybe,” Nicholas said. “It helps, but children are too easily manipulated. That’s why we look carefully for signs that a child is lying or has been coached. And Opal gave those signs.” Nicholas looked over at Vanessa apologetically. “If what you’re saying is true, I’m sorry I didn’t believe her, but she acted like she was lying and that you had told her to. If anyone else questions her, they might come to the same conclusion.”

  “So, how does it work with CPS?” Vanessa asked. “What do I need to do to prove Jeremy was the one who hurt her instead of me?”

  “Do you have any proof?” Nicholas asked.

  “You just got your proof,” Hunter said.

  Nicholas shook his head. “That’s only proof that someone tried to hurt you. Or that maybe even someone was trying to hurt me.”

  “But who would be after you?” Vanessa said.

  Hunter’s eyes darkened. How dare he imply this. The rage boiled in his veins, needing less than a spark to ignite. This man better answer correctly. He glared at Nicholas. “Are you saying that Vanessa or I had something to do with this? That we wanted to hurt you to keep you quiet?”

  “That’s not what I’m saying,” Nicholas said.

  At least he had the decency to look ashamed. He must’ve been thinking that, though, to say what he said. Maybe part of him suspected that he or Vanessa was capable of something like killing him to keep things quiet.

  “But it’s not proof,” Nicholas continued. “A judge is going to want to see proof that it was actually Jeremy and not Vanessa who gave Opal those marks.”

  “I don’t have proof that he hurt her, but I have lots of proof that he hurt me,” Vanessa said. When Hunter met her eyes, she was shaky and looked close to tears.

  “Can I see it?” Nicholas asked.

  Vanessa nodded and got up, then left the room. He wasn’t sure what she was getting. He’d never seen any sort of proof. And now that he considered it, the last thing he wanted to see was some sort of evidence of what Jeremy had done. He would never be able to keep from killing this asshole if he saw something that made it even more real in his mind.

  “Come on,” Hunter said. “Let’s get some place more comfortable. You doing okay?”

  “I’ll probably see a doctor, but I think it’ll be okay. And I’d like to know more before I have to start answering questions.”

  Hunter led him into the living room. Now that the bleeding had stopped, he seemed to be doing much better. He wasn’t so pale and had calmed down. The pain must be fading as well. Or maybe he was just going into shock. He sat him down and got him some water.

  “Drink this.” He handed him the glass and after Nicholas gulped it down, he refilled it and handed it back to him.

  Vanessa came from her bedroom with a box. He met her eyes and tried to get some hint of what was coming, but she looked away. She looked embarrassed, in fact. Her cheeks were pink and she didn’t look either of them in the eye.

  She sat beside Nicholas and took the lid off the box. Then she handed it to him.

  From where he stood, Hunter couldn’t see the photos, but he watched Nicholas’s reaction as he flipped through the photos. His eyes widened and he looked at Vanessa with compassion in his eyes. As much as he didn’t want to see it, Hunter couldn’t stand not knowing. He walked over and picked up the stack of photos that Nicholas had set on the table when he picked up the next stack.

  The photos in his hand were all of Vanessa. He flipped through shot after shot of her. A black eye in this one. A bruise so deep it was green on her arm in the next. Then, a bruise on her shin. Then, bruises on her upper thighs that could be evidence of only one thing. Hunter clenched his jaw and dropped the photos.

  He thought he might be sick. He’d only seen a small percentage of the horrible things that this box contained, but he’d seen enough. The rage tore through him, and he had to take several breaths to keep his feet planted on the floor. He wanted to burst out of the room that moment and find Jeremy and kill him in the most painful way possible.

  “This has to be enough, right?” Hunter said, a sharp edge of anger in his voice.

  Nicholas swallowed hard and set the photos down before looking at him. “It might not be.”

  “Why not?” he barked.

  “What’s not in this box is the police records of all this,” Nicholas said. “Did you ever report it?”

  Vanessa looked down and whispered, “No.”

  “Then it probably won’t stand up in court. There’s no way to know for sure that Jeremy was responsible for this. It could have been an ex-boyfriend or an angry lover. It could have been anyone who did this to her. There’s nothing specifically to tie Jeremy to these crimes. There’s nothing to support her claims, and it’s worsened by the fact that Jeremy was the one who called CPS because he was worried about his daughter. If V
anessa had called, it might be different.”

  “It was me,” Hunter said.

  Vanessa looked up at him suddenly, confused. Nicholas also gave him a baffled look.

  “I was the hit man Jeremy hired.”

  Vanessa’s face changed to worry, but Nicholas’s grew deeper in surprise.

  “He hired you to kill Vanessa?”

  Hunter nodded. “That’s how I know he wants her dead and will stop at nothing until he wins. I couldn’t do it, though. When I was investigating, it became very clear to me that Vanessa is nothing but a loving mother and that Opal adores her. She would never hurt her daughter. She stayed in an abusive marriage to give her daughter a family, and she left the second it was unsafe for Opal. She took her on the run, because she was terrified that this very thing would happen. That Jeremy would use his money and influence to lie and accuse her of abusing their daughter, then take her away. That’s how abuse works. You have to understand that. When a woman is that terrified, you can’t expect her to go to the police. Or she might end up dead because of it.”

  “I do understand that, believe me,” Nicholas said. “And even if the judge believed her and wanted to lock him up, without proving it, they can’t. That’s what innocent until proven guilty means. You can’t lock someone up just because someone claims they did something wrong. Otherwise, Vanessa would be the one locked up right now. The system is in place for a reason, and it has safety nets to protect people from false accusations. But unfortunately, it also depends on evidence.”

  “Well, I have evidence that Jeremy hired me to kill Vanessa. I think with that and the photos and Opal’s testimony, that should be plenty.”

  “I sure hope so,” Nicholas said.

  “I could get more,” Hunter said. “Jeremy still thinks I’m on the job. I could wear a wire or whatever narcs do to help the cops. I could get Jeremy to talk about the hit. But we’d need to move fast. I’m taking too long, and I think Jeremy is losing trust in me. Being shot at today was pretty obvious proof of that. But we might still have a chance. He might at least say enough to say that he’s firing me. I’m sure I can get him to say something incriminating, because he would never think I’d turn him in or work with the cops since I’d be the one getting in more trouble than him.”

  “So, why would you do it?” Nicholas asked. “You might end up in jail yourself.”

  Vanessa had silent tears running down her face and gave him a pleading look. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew she didn’t want him going away for her, but what choice did he have?

  “Because I will do anything to keep Vanessa and Opal safe and away from him. Even if it means incriminating myself along the way.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Hunter

  “I think I can convince Jeremy to say out loud the original details of the plan he hired me for,” Hunter said. Now that he’d confessed to Nicholas, they were trying to come up with a plan that might work to get the solid evidence they needed. “He still thinks that I’m only spending time with Vanessa to get close to her so I can kill her and get Opal. So long as he believes I’m still doing that, I can get him to admit to just about anything.”

  Nicholas nodded thoughtfully. “I think it’s best if we get the cops to set up something. Some sort of sting operation.”

  Hunter shook his head. “No way. I won’t have enough control over the situation. If I can’t control everything that happens, it might turn on me, and he’ll know something is up.” Not to mention the fact that he could hardly kill Jeremy if he knew the cops were watching. If they weren’t there, he could alter the recording or make it seem like any gun shots were him being shot at. He could set it up to look like self defense, when the whole time, the real plan was to get evidence, but also to make sure Jeremy didn’t live long enough to go to trial.

  “It’s too risky,” Nicholas said. “If we get the police involved beforehand, they’ll be there to jump in if things go wrong. And calling them first cements the fact that you’re the ones who are innocent here. If we just take them evidence, it’s not as good as them getting it themselves. Someone might say it’s been tampered with.”

  “I can’t trust the police like that. If he gets any hint that they’re involved, everything will fall apart. Can’t you see that?”

  “Hunter,” Vanessa said, “Maybe we should just do it Nicholas’s way. I don’t want to take the chance of you getting hurt or arrested. Going to them first means you won’t be.”

  “It doesn’t mean that at all,” Hunter said. “The best I could hope for is some sort of plea deal. And that would maybe reduce my sentence from life to twenty years. Fifteen if I’m lucky.”

  Vanessa looked away. He knew she didn’t want to hear that. He wanted her to understand the full danger, though. He wished he could tell her that he’d rather die to get the evidence she needed, or die to kill Jeremy and set her free once and for all, than to take the chance of going to jail. From prison, he could do nothing to help her, and she would move on. He could never ask her to wait for him, nor would she. They didn’t have a commitment like that and going to jail would only prove everything she’d said about why she couldn’t have him in her life—that he was too dangerous, and she didn’t want a criminal as a step-father for her daughter.

  “Let me call Jeremy and see if I can get him to meet me,” Hunter said.

  Nicholas and Vanessa watched as Hunter picked up the phone. He took a moment to get his mind set, then hit send. When Jeremy answered the phone, it was easy to let the rage into his voice. All he had to do was picture one of the photographs of Vanessa bruised up, and he was seeing red.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Hunter shouted. “Are you a completely incompetent idiot?”

  “Me?” Jeremy shot back. “You’re the one who can’t manage to put a bullet in one stupid woman’s head. How hard is that?”

  He ignored the insult to Vanessa and went on. “Because of your little stunt today, the social worker who’d been poking around got injured. And what do you think he’s thinking now? I’ll you what he’s not thinking. He’s not thinking Vanessa is a horrible mother who beat her daughter. He’s sitting right now with her, listening to her story. Is that what you wanted? For CPS to turn their attention to you, because that’s what you’ve done.”

  “He’ll never believe her.”

  Hunter laughed. “I was standing right there when Vanessa told him that you were the one who had shot him. And he asked a lot of questions about you. Questions I’m sure you probably don’t want Vanessa answering truthfully. If he believes her, you’re screwed.”

  “He won’t,” Jeremy said stubbornly. “I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Right. And you better be sure that you erase any conversation he records and any notes he takes and any reports he submits. Or didn’t you know they do all that? I guess I knew that because I’ve been spending all this time getting close enough to find out. Or maybe you forgot how it worked. You’re so damn impatient to get it done, you’re going to mess the whole thing up. But hey, it’s no skin off my back if Vanessa’s story comes out and people believe it. She’s claiming you did all sorts of things to her and that little girl. Even if they’re proved to be false, your name won’t be worth shit after this stuff hits the media.”

  Jeremy was quiet for a long while. “Fine. What do you propose we do?”

  “First of all, stop sending fucking killers after me and Vanessa. I’ll take care of it properly. You’re being messy as hell, and it’s already backfiring. Meet with me, and we’ll go over the next phase of my plan. If you can manage not to get your panties in a bunch for five minutes, this can be done like we planned. But I’m not discussing details over the phone. There’s already far too much heat on this job.”

  “When? Where?”

  # # #

  When he hung up a few minutes later, Vanessa and Nicholas were still watching him. “He went for it perfectly. I’ll meet him, get him to agree to all the details and state them clearly, a
nd then we’ll have him.”

  Nicholas and Vanessa exchanged a look.

  “This would be a perfect time to get the police involved and have them at this meeting,” Nicholas said.

  “I told you. No. There’s too much risk. I need to be in complete control of the situation.”

  “You still could be,” Vanessa insisted. “We can make that part of the plan. That they don’t interfere unless you say some sort of code word or something. They could just be listening and waiting for you to tell them to jump in.”

  “You’re putting far too much trust in the police,” Hunter said. “And in a system that came very close to taking your daughter away from you. Nicholas was convinced you were beating your child and that you coached her to lie. And he was wrong. What if these cops think they know what to do and they’re wrong? Or they decide not to believe us?”