Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3

by Sapphire, Alana

  “What happened?” E asks.

  “Nurse came in to check her bandages and Raven freaked out the moment she touched her.”

  “Well, it’s common for rape victims to not want to be touched.”

  “By anyone, right? But I’ve touched her…Ellen, Nita…her friends have touched her and no problem.”

  “So have I, but…she trusts us. We’re familiar.”

  “I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right.”

  He nods and grips my shoulder. He’s been my best friend for most of my life and knows me better than anyone. I know he’s worried about me; I see it in his eyes. I know all my brothers care, but E is the only one who would even think about my feelings right now. The others will know and understand my anger and need for revenge. They’ll expect it. What they don’t know is how much this is killing me inside. But I can’t show weakness, not even to E. Who am I to feel sorry for myself? Raven’s the one who was attacked.

  I glance over E’s shoulder and notice some of the guys are here. Fuck. I take one last look at Raven’s door and head over to them. They all stand as I approach.

  “How is she?” Rico asks.

  “Physically, she’ll be okay. She’s just a little messed up right now.”

  “That’s understandable.” Razor nods in agreement.

  I turn to him. “You talked to Glenn?”

  “He wasn’t there. Neighbor said he took off to visit his sister in New Orleans about two days after his accident.”

  Fuck. He was the only one on my list so far. “Shit. Call everybody, call in every favor. I need information. I want this fucker found.”

  “In what condition?”

  “Nobody touches him. He’s mine.”

  “Got it, Prez.”

  “Uh…boss?” Ron approaches carefully.

  “What is it?”

  “There’s a guy here to see Raven. Says he’s her lawyer.”

  He motions to a guy sitting in the corner and the man steps forward, hand outstretched.

  “Mr. Hunter, Drake Santini. I’m handling Mr. Alvarez’s estate on Raven’s behalf.” I shake his hand and acknowledge him with a nod. “I need to speak with you and Raven in private.”

  “Sure. Come on.”

  The panic drains from her face when I walk through the door. Her gaze flicks to Santini momentarily but comes back to rest on me.

  “You’re back.”

  “Of course, babe. Mr. Santini here wants to talk to you.”

  “Hi, Raven. It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry about the circumstances.”

  I watch her shake his hand without flinching. She raises her good shoulder in a shrug then slides her hand back into mine.

  “How are you feeling?” Santini asks.

  “Not too good. But thanks for asking.”

  “I stopped by your house and a neighbor told me what happened. Do the police have any leads?”

  “Not yet,” I answer.

  “I see. Well…I have the papers, Raven, along with the ones you asked for. Given the situation and the fact that no one can find your sister, I think we should get on them right away.”

  She nods and he removes the documents from his briefcase, placing them on her overbed table.

  “These are for your inheritance, to transfer everything over to you. Lonnie already got the lump sum amount your father left her.”

  She takes his pen, signs in all the designated places, and then he presents her with more papers.

  “These are for changing your beneficiary.” He glances at me quickly then focuses on Raven once more. “And also putting Mr. Hunter in charge of any decisions regarding your health and safety.”

  “Wait a minute,” I interrupt. “What’s going on, Raven?”

  She casts a pleading look at Santini.

  “Raven and her sister don’t get along,” he explains. “She has no other family. She’s named you as her beneficiary and is also basically giving you next of kin rights.”

  “Babe, you know I’d take care of you no matter what,” I say, stroking her hair.

  “I know. I just don’t want Lonnie making any decisions for me.”

  “I got you, doll. Always.”

  She smiles and signs the papers then more appear out of the briefcase. What exactly does this estate entail? Her dad was a cop. Whatever it is, it sure involves a lot of paperwork.

  “These are for the apartment. I don’t know –”

  “She’s coming home with me. Forget the apartment,” I say sternly.

  We haven’t talked about it, but there’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight. He waits for her consent then places them back in his briefcase when she nods. However, another set of papers come out.

  “These I’ll have to explain. Once you sign them, you’ll gain control of a trust fund that was set up when you were a baby,” he tells her.

  “Trust fund?” she asks in a confused tone.

  “Yes…cash, property, stocks, and bonds. It was stipulated that it be released to you on your eighteenth birthday.”

  “Stipulated by whom?”

  Santini pauses then squares his shoulders and meets her stare. “Your mother.”

  CHAPTER 3

  ***Raven***

  My mother? Bullshit. That bitch doesn’t give a fuck about me. “Are you kidding me?”

  “No, Raven. This is something that both your parents have been working on since before you were born. I know you think she gave you up without a second thought, but that’s not true. Your father kept her updated, sent pictures. She wants to meet you.”

  My heart flutters. After all these years…she’s been checking up on me? “Why now?”

  “You’re an adult now. The agreement she signed doesn’t bind her anymore. In fact, she’s here, in a hotel in Atlanta, waiting for me to call her. She’s giving you the choice. If you say yes, she’ll come. If not, she’ll leave.”

  I don’t believe my ears. This woman, who I’ve hated my entire life, is waiting on my say-so to come and meet me. The woman I thought gave me up without a care could be here in a few hours if I wanted her to. Tears threaten as I stand at a crossroads. Do I tell her to fuck off and run back to Mommy and Daddy, or do I give her a chance? A chance to explain her side…to try and mend what was shattered by her parents before I was even born?

  Gage swipes a tear from my cheek and I look to him for advice. He smiles down at me and nods.

  “I think you should meet her.”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t you want to hear her side?”

  “She left us. That’s all I need to know.”

  “Don’t you want to know why?” he prods. “I know you have questions.”

  He’s right, as usual. I just don’t know if I can face her. How can she face me after what she did? She’s got some balls; I’ll give her that. Maybe I should hear her out.

  “You think it’s the right thing?” I ask.

  “Give her a chance. You don’t like what she has to say, you can always tell her to leave.”

  Okay…okay. I nod to Mr. Santini. “Make the call.” He leaves the room and I turn to Gage nervously. “Do you think she’ll like me?”

  “Of course she will. She’s going to love you.”

  “I don’t know…all these years…what if I can’t forgive her? She didn’t have to give me up. Daddy would have taken care of us.”

  “Stop thinking about it. Just keep an open mind. Listen to what she has to say and then make a decision.”

  Again, he’s right. I know he is, but…eighteen years’ worth of pain and abandonment issues can’t be erased in a few minutes. I can’t even begin to imagine what will be going through my mind when she shows up.

  “Will you stay with me? When she’s here?”

  “If you want me to, of course.”

  “I want you.”

  “Okay then. That’s settled.”

  I give him a small smile, but something beyond his shoulder catches my attention. “Where did those come fr
om?”

  He picks up the vase of beautiful lavender roses and brings it closer. How did I miss it until now?

  “I brought them.”

  “You?” I ask in disbelief.

  “Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?”

  “You picked them out?”

  “Yeah. Closest to blue I could find.”

  I can’t believe he bought me flowers. Roses. Mr. I-Don’t-Do-Romance bought me roses. Granted, this isn’t really a romantic situation, but the fact that he would even think of getting them might mean a crack in that hard exterior. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  The door opens and Mr. Santini walks back in, followed by Sheriff Renley and one of his deputies. I squeeze Gage’s fingers. Have they come to arrest him again? Could they have found my attacker? Is it too soon? Renley glances down at our joined hands and raises a questioning brow. Gage moves closer to my bed and gives him a ‘yeah, so what?’ look. Renley clears his throat and removes a pen and notepad from his pocket.

  “Miss Alvarez, we won’t take up much of your time. We just need to ask you some questions.”

  “Okay.”

  “Let’s start with what you did yesterday. From the beginning.”

  “Not much. Gage and I had a late breakfast at Jenny’s, then he dropped me off at the salon on Main Street. Ellen picked me up around three. We had lunch at Millie’s and then she took me home.”

  He scribbles on his notepad then asks, “What time was that?”

  “Around five-thirty, I think.”

  “And then what?”

  “She left and I got into the shower to get ready for my party.”

  “Did you notice anyone watching or following you? Yesterday or before?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “No one.”

  He taps the point of the pen on the pad, deep in thought. “Take us through everything you did after Ellen dropped you off.”

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, going through everything in my mind.

  “We talked for a while. I was going on and on about how much I loved the dress she got me. After she left, I went to my room…then the bathroom. No…I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water. I drank maybe half, left the bottle in my room and then got in the shower.”

  Slowly, I re-trace my steps, hoping to remember anything that would help. But for the life of me, nothing’s coming back. “That’s it.”

  “The water…did it taste funny to you?”

  “No, not really. Wait…do you think that’s how I was drugged?”

  “Could be.” He nods to his partner, who acknowledges him with a nod of his own, then leaves the room.

  “Oh, God. That means –”

  “He was already there,” Gage says, squeezing my fingers.

  “Exactly,” Renley agrees. “Do you remember anything…anything that could help us find him?”

  “No. I didn’t see him. The last thing I remember is getting into the shower.”

  “Didn’t you find any prints? DNA?” Gage asks.

  “We’re working on the prints we lifted from the house, but so far, nothing. Whoever did this was very careful.”

  I can’t remember shit, and they can’t find shit. They’re never going to catch this guy. He’s going to be out there…watching, waiting. What if he thinks I remember him? He’ll come back and finish the job. Oh, God. I can’t breathe.

  “I got you, doll. I won’t let him near you. I’ll find him if it’s the last thing I do.”

  ***Gage***

  I watch Renley leave as Raven clutches to me. Her nails are digging into my back, but I feel nothing. My thoughts are consumed with what I’m going to do to this fucker when I find him. I’m going to come up with something special just for him. I am going to put him through so much pain, he’s going to wish he was never born let alone put his hands on my woman.

  “Gage...who would do this?”

  “I don’t know. But I’ll find him. I promise I’ll find him.”

  “Uh, Raven,” Santini interjects. “If you want to do this some other time, I can call your mother back –”

  “No. I want to get this over with.”

  “Of course. I’ll come back once she’s arrived.”

  “Thank you.”

  I give him my number and tell him to call when they’re on the way. He programs it into his phone, nods at me, and then leaves. Raven settles back into her pillows and stares up at me.

  “How are you going to find him?” she asks.

  “I’ve got all the guys chasing down information. If there’s anyone who knows something, we’ll find them.”

  “And then what?”

  “Let me worry about that,” I say as I stroke her hair. She nods, accepting my words without argument. Yawning, she moves over and taps the bed for me to get in. As I climb in carefully, I watch her fight to keep her eyes open. “Tired?”

  She doesn’t even answer. She’s out like a light by the time her head hits my chest. I stare up at the ceiling, my mind going in a million directions. I need to put a list of suspects together. Shit. It could be anybody with a grudge against me. It’s going be a long fucking list. I better talk to Tek, make sure Glenn really is out of town. It could be the guys from The Muscle. Maybe I didn’t get all of them. Then there were those scum bags from the Snakes.

  I should give Ace a call. I haven’t had any problems with the Mexicans since I helped with their shipment, but it wouldn’t hurt to reach out to Jefe. Oh, shit. It could have been the fuckers who were jacking the guns from the Mexicans. Then again, it could be some random motherfucker who just couldn’t keep his hands off her. No. This was me. She was hurt because some idiot thought it was the best way to get to me. Well, now they have my full attention. I’m going to rain down the wrath of Lucifer himself on these fools.

  Raven shifts, trying to get comfortable and I think about her bound to her bed, helpless and screaming. My poor bird. I told her I’d protect her and I failed. I promised to keep her safe and I fucking failed. I knew this would happen. I should have stayed away from her. Instead, I pursued her for my own selfish needs and ended up getting her hurt. This is on me and once she realizes it, I know I’ll lose her. Forever.

  Fuck that. She’s mine. There’s no way I’m losing her. No fucking way.

  E sticks his head through the door and I wave him inside.

  “How is she?” he asks in a quiet voice.

  “Not good, E. I need to find this motherfucker. Fast.”

  “I know. The guys haven’t dug up anything yet, but they’re not giving up.”

  I fill him in on all the ideas I have, and he promises to take care of everything so I can stay with Raven. I also tell him to get with Chad, our guy at the lab, and about Rambo’s visit.

  “You sure that’s a good idea?”

  “It was the only way to get Renley off my back,” I reply.

  “And you trust him? You think he’ll back off?”

  “No, but we’ll see.”

  He nods and jerks his chin toward Raven. “How long has she been out?”

  “A while,” I answer.

  “Her meds must have kicked in.” He pulls up a chair and stares at the wall in quiet contemplation. “I don’t understand, Gage. Who could have done this? If it’s a message, as you say, why haven’t we heard anything? Why didn’t they leave any clues?”

  “I don’t know and I hate not knowing. How soon can I get her out of here? At least if I have her at the clubhouse, I’ll know she’s safe and I can concentrate on finding the fucker.”

  “At least a few days. They’ll bring in a rape counsellor first.”

  Fuck. I didn’t even think of that. I’ve been focusing on her physical injuries, but she’ll be messed up in the head for God knows how long.

  “You know anyone she could talk to? After?”

  “I know a few psychiatrists I can recommend,” he replies. “I’ll make some calls, see who can take her.”

  “
Thanks, man.”

  “No problem, brother,” he says while rising. “I’ll go talk to the guys and start making those calls.”

  “Okay. Keep me updated.”

  “Got it.”

  “Anything on her sister?”

  “Still not answering her phone, but Tek tracked her credit card. Last purchase in Georgia was at a gas station a few days ago. Next was a motel in Jacksonville. Everything else is in Miami. Looks like she went home.”

  “Tell him to stop wasting time on her. We don’t need her anymore.”

  He nods. “Sure thing.”

  He leaves and it’s just me and my thoughts once again. There are too many unknown variables, too many questions with no answers. Someone has them. I just need to find him. Therein lies another question – how? If all our information channels are dry then this guy is either really good or he’s new around here. Or maybe he’s not from around here. He could be from another fucking country for all I know.

  Raven groans and shifts in her sleep again. I hold her as tightly as I can without hurting her and she settles. I close my eyes and try to quiet my thoughts. Overthinking the situation never works.

  I’ll get it. Trust I will. On my life and everything I own, I’ll figure it out.

  ***Raven***

  I take a deep breath before I even open my eyes. There’s just something reassuring about his scent. Funny, before today, the hint of his cologne would set my heart racing and arouse me to no end. Now, it’s calming. It’s my anchor in this stormy sea of hurt and confusion. I guess that makes him my ship...and my captain. He’s the only one who can help me navigate the waters. He’s the only one who can save me.

  I can’t hug him because of my bandages. Hell, I can’t even move my arm. A dislocated shoulder. I guess I put up quite a fight, for all the good it did me. I was still raped.

  The word sounds so foreign. It still doesn’t feel real. How could this have happened? How could there have been someone in the house with me and I didn’t know? I couldn’t have been that distracted. Who the hell is this guy? How long was he there? God, how long has he been watching me? This must have been going on for a while because he obviously had a well-thought-out plan. How in the hell is Gage going to find him? He could be a million miles away right now. Or not. He could be waiting in the wings to finish the job.