Blind Rage (Clearnight Haven Book 3)

by Maggie Walsh

  Now he lay here in some strange bed, scared of where he could be, and afraid of moving a muscle, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control the agony again. But, that was wrong, he had moved his arm, and although there was a small amount of pain, it was nothing like he expected it should have been.

  B.B. tried to move his leg, and was surprised when it moved and he only felt a slight tinge of pain there too. How the hell was he not wailing?

  “You’re awake, little one,” a deep, sexy, excited voice came from beside him, and B.B. was shocked to feel his cock twitching with interest. Then a strong, large hand took one of his and B.B.’s cock damn near filled to completion in a second. What the ever loving shit was that about? He turned his head and saw the hot as fuck guy from the other night. The one that was with Fabian. What was his name again? Silas, yeah, that was it, Silas. Sexy fucking name too. Silas was staring at him with happiness in his eyes and B.B. wondered why? But more importantly, he wondered where the hell he was and how had he gotten here?

  “Was I hit by a truck, or something?” B.B. said, as his eyes fluttered, while trying to focus them.

  “We were hoping you could tell us what happened,” he heard Fabian say.

  B.B. turned his head and looked at Fabian, then Silas, then his gaze dropped to his hand that Silas was holding. God, why does this guy holding my hand feel so damn good? He’s just holding your hand B.B., not sucking your cock. Yeah, but it somehow feels more... more... intimate. Geez, why don’t you just hand in your man card and grow a vagina? There’s nothing intimate about some strange, sexy as fuck guy, but still a stranger, holding your hand. He ignored the reaction his body was having from Silas’s attentions, and focused on what Fabian was saying.

  “I was getting ready to go meet you at the boathouse, but when I opened my front door, there were two big guys standing there and they pushed me back inside, then started beating on me. I ran and tried to lock myself in my bedroom, but they busted through the door as if it wasn’t even there. They continued to hit and kick me as they yelled that I needed to shut up and not talk to strangers. They said they would be watching.”

  “Do you know who they were?” Silas asked through clenched teeth. The intensity in his voice caused a shiver to run down his spine.

  “I have no idea, but I have seen one of them before down at the docks. He works for one of those shipping companies down there.”

  “And what are you doing hanging around the docks, beautiful?” Silas asked, in a calmer voice.

  “I work on one of the fishing boats there. Sometimes I do other odd jobs around the docks and the marina,” B.B. replied.

  “A little slip like you? You must be stronger than you look,” Silas said. B.B. could hear the teasing in his voice, but it pissed him off. He might look like a twink and talk like a twink, but he was no rent boy. He worked hard for a living and was a lot stronger than he appeared. And for some fucked up reason, the thought of this big, strong man, thinking he was weak in any way, didn’t sit right with him.

  He gave the sexy bastard his best glare. “I’ll show you how strong I am, you dumb Neanderthal,” B.B. threatened, as he tried to move off the bed and grab Silas, but as he moved, B.B.’s face pinched in pain and he jolted back, sitting himself upright against the headboard.

  “You’re hurt, little one. You’re still healing and should be more careful,” Silas reprimanded as he fixed the blankets over B.B.’s lap.

  B.B. stared at Silas angrily for a moment, then looked to Fabian. “Is he for real?”

  Fabian smiled as he chuckled. “Unfortunately, yes, but he does mean well even if he doesn’t think before he speaks sometimes.”

  “What?” Silas asked innocently.

  “I may be smaller than you, but I am no damsel. I work hard and don’t take no shit from anyone. Especially a numb nut like you,” B.B. huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin in defiance.

  “We’re getting off track here. B.B., do you feel up to talking? We could really use your help in finding Atty, and hopefully some of the others,” Fabian asked.

  “On one condition.”

  “Just name it,” Fabian replied.

  “Tell me where the hell I am. How I’m not all broken like I was? And who’s freaking double XL I’m wearing? This tee is so big I can use it for a sheet.”

  Fabian chuckled a little, then answered, “You are in our home, and those are Silas’s clothes. Yours were torn and covered in blood. Our younger brother Jasper helped clean you up, then he took your clothes to the dry cleaner to see if they could clean and repair them, and Silas fed you his blood to help heal you.”

  B.B.’s stomach churned thinking about drinking blood, but hey, if the vamps could do it then who was he to judge? Suddenly Fabian’s words about some guy named Jasper cleaning him reached his brain and he felt skin heat in embarrassment. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t worry, B.B., we kept your underwear – or whatever you call that scrap of cloth – on, and I would only let Jasper in when we took care of you, not any of my other brothers,” Silas said.

  “It’s called a G-string, and thank you… for saving my life. Wait, so you and this Jasper saw me naked?”

  “Don’t worry about Jasper, he’s no threat, and of course I did. How else was I going to care for you?” Silas asked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and didn’t understand how B.B. didn’t know.

  Fabian shook his head as he rolled his eyes at his brother. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting―”

  “Flirting? Pfft. As if,” B.B. scoffed.

  “Can we please get back on track here?” Fabian waited for them both to nod. “You were going to meet with us last night to talk about Patrice, I am assuming, considering you wanted to do it away from your home and her prying eyes. So, what did you want to tell us?” Fabian asked, getting right to the point.

  “She is not a nice person. I mean, for real.”

  B.B. told them everything he knew about Atty’s date at the club before he disappeared, and about their life, as well as Patrice. But then, Silas said something that shook him to his core. One word. Mates. Just from the look in Fabian and Silas’s eyes and the cryptic things they said after that, B.B. knew Silas wasn’t joking. He said they were mates. He might be a human and didn’t have the instincts that paranormals had, but Atty had told him many times what a mate was. He explained to B.B. in great detail how paranormals searched their whole lives for the other half of their soul.

  B.B. knew Atticus was telling him the truth and he loved the concept of mates. As he sat and listened to Atty’s stories, he had always thought how amazing it would be to have that. To find the one person who would always be there for you. Love you above all others, never cheat on you, and always want to protect you and keep you safe. Someone who, no matter what life threw at you, would always be there to catch you when you fell, pick you up when you were down, and accept you for who you were. He had wished many times that he was like Atticus and would one day find a mate. Now to be sitting here, listening to these men talk about him being Silas’s mate, thrilled him to his core.

  As much as he told the man off, he was very attracted to him, and had already fantasized about what it would be like to be with him. To have the vampire touch him, kiss him, and hold him.

  Sure the guy was acting like a Neanderthal, but B.B. found it kind of sweet. He still didn’t like the ‘little one’ reference, but then again, compared to Silas, B.B. was on the smaller side.

  He looked at the man again and studied his face as Silas spoke with his brother. He was a deliciously good looking man. That dark hair that he just wanted to run his fingers through, those violet eyes that seemed to sparkle with some kind of secret joke, and all those yummy muscles covered in deep olive skin that was so lickable, and to top it off, Silas had some really luscious lips that B.B. wondered how they would feel against his lips, or his flesh, or wrapped around his cock if Silas was so inclined.

  “B.B?” Fabian’s voi
ce brought him out of his lustful thoughts and he was suddenly aware of his raging hard on. His cheeks flared with embarrassment momentarily, which was odd, because usually nothing really flustered him, but with Fabian being in the room he felt like he should be.

  Silas released one of those sexy as fuck chuckles of his and when B.B. met the man’s gaze, he knew Silas was very aware of his predicament.

  They tried to move back to the conversation, but hell if Silas didn’t keep flirting with him. Insulting at times, but from the look in Silas’s eyes, B.B. realized the man wasn’t trying to insult him, just tease him. It was Silas’s strange way of flirting, so B.B just kept giving it back to him, until Fabian got a little agitated and reprimanded them, bringing them back to the important thing at the moment, finding his best friend.

  “So, B.B., tell us what you know, so my brothers and I can get out there and start searching.”

  B.B. told them all about Atticus and how he spent his life pretty much alone since his father's passing and how his mother became addicted to the paranormal drug slash alcohol named Morte Cremisi. Or in layman terms, Crimson Death.

  Then he explained how he and Atticus just wanted to leave Clearnight Haven, so that Atticus could get away from his mother.

  “She is one scary bitch, let me tell you. She may be hopped up on that jumpy juice, but the woman is not stupid. She was getting some kind of stipend, she called it – for what I don’t know – for years from Malcolm Dean before he just up and disappeared, and took the payments with him. That’s when she started getting even meaner toward Atticus and demanding all the money he made from his job as a bartender at this shitty dive bar down by the docks. And that’s also when the beat…” B.B. quickly clammed up.

  “What?” Fabian pressed.

  He was consumed by guilt even from the tiny bit he had managed to say. Atty meant everything to him and there was no way he would ever betray him. He became uncomfortable and started to bite his lip as he continued, “Atty is the only friend I have truly had. He’s definitely the best one I have ever had. I don’t want to betray him and break a confidence.”

  The look on Fabian’s face softened as he moved closer and sat on the foot of the bed, then Fabian chuckled when Silas let out a low hiss. B.B. had no idea what was up with that, but he found the sound had gone straight to his already throbbing cock, and he didn’t know how much longer he could sit there without getting some kind of relief.

  Fabian met his gaze, then replied, “I understand you don’t want to betray your friend, B.B., but anything you can tell us, even something small, may be able to help us find him.”

  “Okay, but if Atty hates me after this, I am so going to give you a sonic wedgie, then shove your own dick up your ass.”

  “Sounds painful, but deal,” Fabian replied, chuckling.

  “Atty has spent his life being abused in one form or another by Patrice. Then, when the money was gone, she started demanding Atty take care of her by giving her all his paycheck. If he didn’t bring home the exact same amount of tips every night, she would beat him bloody. If his paycheck was short by even a dime, she would beat him. Hell, I grabbed up that little shithole I live in behind them as soon as it became available two years ago, just so that when she threw him out and told him to sleep outside, he could come over and have somewhere to go. I tried to talk him into moving in with me, but he was always so afraid.”

  “Do you think Patrice had anything to do with Atticus’s disappearance?” Silas asked.

  “I wouldn’t put anything past that bitch. Atty was going to the Raven to see if they had any job openings. He heard that since your big kahuna of vampires took over, that they paid double what he was making over at that shit bar, and seeing as he was a vamp too, he thought he might have a better chance at getting a job there. I offered to go with him, then maybe we could hang out at the club and have some fun, maybe find a guy to fool around with―”

  B.B. was cut off when Silas started growling again. This time the sound didn’t turn him on in any way. If anything it kind of scared him, but it did help him with his little, well, not so little, hard cock dilemma, because as soon as he heard the growl the damn thing instantly shriveled, and tucked under his ass as if it was hiding. The sound was so deadly that he started to back away from the hot man. Until Silas did the strangest thing and the large lunkhead started pouting. Actually pouting. It was so against how B.B. saw the man, that it was fucking adorable and had B.B.’s dick starting to take notice again. What the hell was up with his cock?

  “Stop pouting, little brother, it doesn’t look good on you,” Fabian said with mirth.

  “Actually, I think it’s kind of cute,” B.B. admitted.

  “Oh lord,” Fabian sighed. “Please, can we get through this before you two start humping each other’s legs?”

  B.B. snapped his head in Fabian’s direction. His mouth dropped wide open and he was sure he looked like a fish. Not that Fabian was wrong, but shit, he still could have kept that to himself, the observant little asshole. “As if.” B.B. protested.

  “Forget it. I’m out. I’m going to see if I can track down Atticus another way. You two have fun,” Fabian said in frustration, as he stood and headed toward the door.

  “Wait!” B.B. called out, and Fabian stopped and turned to face him. “Atty wasn’t only going there to look for work. When I asked to tag along, so that we could have some fun, he told me he was meeting someone there.”

  Fabian took a step back toward the bed. “Who?”

  “I don’t know. He said it was a guy he had met online, that they had been talking for about six months, and he really liked the guy. Said he was a good listener and understood Atty. I tried to tell him that meeting up in person with someone you met online was a very bad idea, but he said it would be safe, because he was going to the club an hour before he agreed to meet this guy, so he could check him out when the guy got there without him knowing Atty was watching him, and if he got any creepy feelings he would just bolt. Atty said he also felt comfortable meeting this guy there, because the place would be crowded and most of the people there were vamps like him.”

  “Do you know his name? What he looked like? Anything?” Silas asked.

  “Atty sent me a picture of him once. Well, the picture the guy said was him, but who knows with people online. And I think he called him Diego, or Diablo, or something like that.”

  “Do you have his picture?” Fabian asked.

  “Yes, but… it’s in my... phone, which those assholes took when they beat me up,” B.B. replied, disheartened.

  “Why would they take your phone?” Silas asked.

  “I have no clue.”

  “Fabian, do you think what happened to my mate could be related to Atticus’s disappearance? Maybe it has something to do with that picture?” Silas asked.

  “I think you’re right, Silas. Damn, I wish we had your phone, B.B., so that we could see what this guy looks like,” Fabian said, as he ran his hands through his hair.

  “What about Kalen? He can break into any computer. Maybe we can sneak into Atticus’s place and get his, then Kalen can find out about this guy,” Silas suggested.

  “That’s a great idea, but Atty didn’t have a computer. He did everything on his phone, which he kept hidden from Patrice over at my place, but he had it when he went to go meet this guy,” B.B. said.

  “Do you know how they met online? Which site?” Fabian asked.

  “Yeah, it’s a singles’ site called Male Matchup. It’s for gay men.”

  “Thank you, B.B. You have been very helpful. If you think of anything else, let Silas know and he can call me. In the meantime, I need to go talk to Kalen,” Fabian said, and turned back to leave.

  “Atty’s email address is his login. It’s Lovermarina at hotmail dot com. I don’t know his password though,” B.B. said.

  “That’s great. Thanks again, B.B. Get some rest, okay? You still need to heal,” Fabian replied, and headed out the door.

  CHAPT
ER 4

  A week later, B.B had never been so relieved in his life when he saw Fabian walk through the door with Atty in his arms. His best friend was unconscious, but Fabian promised that Atticus was only asleep. With all the excitement of the evening and the crash from the adrenaline rush, Atty had passed out just as they got him in the car and to safety.

  B.B. followed Fabian up to his room, then took care of all of Atty’s needs as Fabian stepped back. He excused himself saying he needed to go deal with a few prisoners they had brought back, and B.B. hoped Fabian and the others didn’t go light on the sons of bitches. From looking at the condition his best friend was in, B.B was hoping that Fabian, Silas, and their brothers would give those dead men a taste of their own medicine before they shredded them to pieces.

  He went to the bathroom and filled a bowl with warm, soapy water and grabbed a few wash clothes, then returned and gently cleaned every inch of Atty’s body, front and back. As he did, B.B. noticed every bruise, every cut, and catalogued them. He had never been so angry in his life and was finding it hard to control his rage. A big part of him wanted to run through the house and find the others, then join them in torturing those vile creatures.

  After changing the water multiple times and making sure Atty was clean and rinsed, B.B. dressed him in loose fitting black sleep pants and a tee that Jasper had brought. As he moved Atty, his friend never woke up, but he had made a few whimpering noises of distress that just broke B.B.’s heart and filled him with fury all over again. He settled Atty back and pulled the covers over him.

  Just as B.B. was about to blow from his growing anger, Jasper walked into the room carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and some crackers, along with a plate with a steak, baked potato, and steamed broccoli. Suddenly his stomach growled, and Jasper chuckled.