by Alla Kar
His words reassured me because I saw the look of determination in his eyes.
The door swung opened, and Hannah tumbled forward, catching herself with her palms. Denver let out a small chuckle and shoved her with his boot. “Oh, Princess. You thought you could go behind my back, did you? Get on the bed with my Sweet Angel over there.”
Rage jerked his hands against the chains. ‘Don’t touch them. I’ll fucking kill you, bitch.”
Denver smiled. “The odds aren’t looking too good for you, Declan Samuels.” He barked out a hysterical laugh and waved the gun around in his hand. “You really thought I wouldn’t find out that you survived? Did you think you could take Hannah from me without me knowing? How stupid can you be? All it takes it one call to the police, to my buddies,” he grinned, “and you’re dead meat. And that stupid glove you left behind? I knew something was up then. And Dante …” he shook his head. “The bastard had it coming.”
Oh no.
“Where is he?” Rage screamed. “Where the fuck is he?”
Hannah cupped her face. “What did you do, Denver? What did you do?”
“Get on the bed!” he screamed.
Hannah sat beside me while Denver pulled out two chains from underneath the bed. “Remember these, Princess?” he asked Hannah. “Remember when I tied you up and fucked you senseless?”
Rage jerked against the chains, anger seeping from each harsh breath. Hannah cried, and I wanted to tell her to shut up, she’d only make it worse, but I bit my tongue. He chained her by her wrists to the bed and stood back, his eyes tracing her and then me. “I think I’ll start with the Sweet Angel since she’s new.”
“Don’t fucking touch her!” Rage screamed. “If you put one finger on her, I’ll cut your fucking throat this time.”
Denver lifted a brow. “And how do you expect to do that? You’re chained to the wall? You’re gonna watch me fuck your girlfriend and then your sister. How about that? You like that?”
Tears pooled in his eyes. This was the extremity of helplessness. Nothing would get me out of these chains. Denver pulled out a pair of handcuffs and slipped them on my wrists while he pressed the gun against my temple.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until Denver swiped his finger over my cheek. I snatched away, unable to look into his cold eyes. “Denver, leave her alone,” Hannah cried. “Please.”
“Shut up,” he snapped, moving the gun toward her face. “I’m gonna have you next, Princess. Don’t be greedy.”
A hiccup cry left my throat. Denver’s hand clutched my thigh and moved to the front of my panties. “No,” I whispered.
I was too embarrassed to look at Rage, but I could feel his eyes on me. “Come here, Sweet Angel,” Denver laughed, his teeth grazing my neck. He bit down and a cry left my throat.
Through the hazy curtain over my eyes, and the deafening silence in my head, I heard Rage’s scream. It was slowly breaking my heart into millions of tiny pieces. Every move of Denver’s hand sent me further into my mind, blocking out the present.
Just when his fingers grazed the outside of my panties, something loud crashed around us. Denver jerked backwards, his eyes searching the room. That’s when I saw Rage. Both chains were still latched onto his wrists but he’d pulled them from the wall. They hung loosely by his legs.
Holy shit …
Denver opened his mouth, but Rage swung the chain, hitting him in the face, his gun slid underneath the bed. He went to the floor, backing away from him like a scared child. Blood ran down his chest. “I’ll let everyone go—,”
Rage slugged him. “Shut the fuck up. You stupid motherfucker. Where is Dante? Where’d you take him?”
Denver licked the blood from his lip. “He’s in the basement—,”
Rage’s fists slammed into his face over and over. It didn’t look like he was going to stop. Shots came from downstairs, and my body shook with fear. “Get up,” Rage shouted, kicking him in the ribs. “Get the fuck up and fight. You’re the big dog, right? Fight like one. Get up!” He was hysterical, his voice loud and body out of control.
The door swung opened, and Hannah whimpered beside me. I wanted to tell her it’d be okay, but I wasn’t sure it would.
“Neveah?”
Dad stood in the doorway, a gun hanging from his right hand. “Daddy,” I whispered.
He raced toward me, his hands finding my face. “Baby Girl, are you okay?”
I nodded. “Stop him.”
Chase raced into the room, his gun drawn. His frown deepened when he looked at me. “Stop him, Chase! Please.”
Chase grabbed Rage from behind and pulled him off of Denver’s lifeless body. “Stop man, come on. We’ve got to get them free.”
Rage looked like a madman. Chest heaving and body sweating. There wasn’t one thing about him that didn’t reflect feral. He’d planned to kill him. I shook when his eyes landed on me. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered.
I nodded, not knowing what else to do. Chase grabbed the keys from Denver’s pocket and unchained me. Rage found my lips first, his arms picking me up after he’d taken control of my mouth. I kissed him hungrily, my fingers lacing into the nape of his neck. I’d thought we were going to die a few minutes before, and knowing that he saved me, pulled the chains from the wall to keep anyone from touching me, sent my heart soaring.
When he pulled back it took everything I had not to burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Angel,” he whispered, his thumb stroking the side of my mouth. “I’ll never let anyone touch you again, I swear.”
I believed him.
Dad cleared his throat and gestured toward the opened door. “It’ll only be a few seconds before the guys we knocked out wake up. I suggest we call the police and haul ass.”
Chase unlocked Hannah and helped her up. The way his eyes scanned her face made my own flush. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Hannah licked her lips nervously but nodded. “Thank you. You all saved us.”
Chase grinned and offered her his hand. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Rage wrapped an arm around me. If my dad had anything to say about it, he didn’t say it. “We’ve got to get Dante,” Rage whispered. “I’ll do it. Y’all wait outside.”
Dad nodded and grabbed my wrist. “Come on, Neveah.”
I didn’t want to leave Rage’s side. I’d just got him back. He seemed to sense my hesitation and gripped my chin in his hand. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Dad tugged again. “Come back to me.”
Rage smiled. “Always.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rage
We spent the majority of the day at the hospital. Dante was in critical condition. When I found him in the basement I thought he was dead. There seemed to be no life left in him.
But he opened his eyes when I bent down beside him. “I’m not dead yet, brother.”
I smiled. “Well, we gotta keep you alive for a little while longer. You haven’t fallen in love yet.”
“You’re definitely pussy whipped.”
I chuckled. Carefully, I picked him up underneath his knees and back. The bastard was heavy as fuck. “You’re gonna make it.”
He nodded. I didn’t realize what had happened to him until I got him up the stairs. Someone had hacked his shin in half. The white bone showed through the meat of his leg. The wound was fresh which meant he hadn’t bled out yet.
We got him to the hospital in ten minutes, the police were waiting for us. We spent hours answering questions before they let us go check on Dante. They had known momentarily that they’d have to amputate it. They went into emergency surgery, and he went into recovery. They suggested we go home and come back in the morning.
Despite Dante being in the hospital, I’d never felt so safe. Hannah was home, Neveah safe and Dante alive. Denver wasn’t getting out of this one. My family was safe. We pulled into the driveway around ten that night, no one said a word as we went inside.
I needed to touch Neveah, but I
wasn’t sure where I stood with her dad anymore. The last time I checked he still hated my guts. “Neveah,” Wes said. “Take Hannah to the guest house and get her some of your clothes. I need to talk to Dec—Rage.”
Neveah shot me a nervous glance but guided my sister to the guest house. Chase stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, but Wes didn’t ask him to leave. “Take a seat.”
I did without hesitation. “You’re bad for my daughter,” he said.
I kept my face calm although I wanted to beat the living hell out of him already. Please don’t try to keep her away. I need her so much. “But you put your life on the line today to save her. I don’t know about the man you used to be, but you’ve proved to me that you’re a good one now.”
I glanced at Chase who gave me a thumbs up. “Thank you, sir.”
Wes nodded, stroking his jaw. “You can have the guest house back until you get on your feet. And of course I want you to fight, you’re good at it and there isn’t any sense in throwing away good talent.”
Clutching the couch, I leaned forward. “What’s the catch?”
Wes grinned. “There isn’t one. But no sex in my house. The guest house is yours,” he grimaced, waving me off. “I don’t want to talk about it. You get the picture.”
I did. I was free to have Neveah in every way I knew how. I was free to love her. “Thank you. You’ll never understand how much this means to me.”
Wes lifted a brow. “You’ll have to pull your weight around here, though. We never patched that roof.”
I stood up, offered Wes my hand and felt a weight lift from my shoulders when he took it. “You,” I said, turning to Chase. “Thank you for today. Both of you. If it wouldn’t have been for you two—I would have killed Denver.”
Chase laughed. “You went Hulk mode. I fear the man that’s brave enough to steal Neveah away from you.”
I scoffed. “Does that mean you’re going to stop flirting with her?”
Chase’s grin widened. “Hell no, it’s too much fun. But that’s all it is, fun. Today kind of crushed all my dreams of Neveah, anyway.”
Wes and I exchanged glances. “What do you mean?”
Chase interlocked his fingers behind his head. “I’m in love with your sister.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. “I’ll murder you.”
He didn’t laugh as much as I’d hoped. “I’m better than a murdering drug dealer, right?”
“I’m not sure,” I snapped.
Wes held his hands up in surrender. “I’m out of here. You’ve been warned, Chase. I’m not pulling him off of you when he attacks your ass.”
Chase bounced on his feet, jabbing into the air. “If he can catch me first. You might be strong but I’m quick—,”
I reached out and caught his jab. “Don’t touch my sister.”
Chase laughed and followed Wes toward the door. When the door shut, I nearly raced toward the guest house. Hannah sat in the middle of the bed with Neveah.
“Hey.”
Hannah eyed both of us before getting up. “I think I’m going to go for a walk. Do you mind if Lucy comes with me?”
Lucy’s head popped up. “Go ahead.”
Hannah gave me a small smile as she slipped through the door. She knew I needed this time with Neveah. Once the door shut, Neveah launched herself at me. “Angel,” I whispered, kissing every inch of her face. “I was so scared I’d lost you.”
She clutched my shirt, pulling me closer. “You saved me,” she whispered. “You could have died, Rage. You saved me.”
I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Angel, I was only returning the favor. You’re the only reason I’m here.”
Tear streaks marked her face, but it was just as perfect as before. “What are we going to do?”
I pressed my thumb to the corner of her mouth. “We’re going to be fine. Your dad said I could stay.”
A smile etched her face. “What about Hannah?”
“She’ll be here until she feels safe enough to go back to her apartment. Denver won’t be able to touch her in prison.”
Neveah’s face turned soft. “Dante he—,”
I gritted my teeth. “Don’t say it. He’s going to recover and we’ll help him. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t want to do anything but kiss you, love you.”
She searched my face, her eyes telling me she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her. Standing on her tip-toes, she pressed her mouth to mine. She was hungry for me, I felt it in her grip, in the way she kissed me.
I carried her to my bed, lowering her to the mattress where I’d taken her before. I needed to be inside of her. The urgency to show her how much I needed her weight heavy on me.
“Neveah,” I whispered, unzipping the jeans she’d just put on. “Please tell me you love me. I need to hear it.”
She sighed into my mouth. “I love you, Rage Cohen.”
I groaned, yanking her jeans off of her legs. “I’m so in love with you that I’d do anything to have you.”
She lifted her arms, and I helped her out of her shirt. Her breasts were bruised, and my heart sank. “Did he touch you here?”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I—I didn’t want to tell you. He didn’t rap me but he touched me.”
“Motherfucker,” I groaned, lowering my mouth to her nipple. Her back arched when I kissed the bruised flesh. I said a silent prayer that God would let me take away her pain. “I’m going to kiss every single inch of you, Angel. When I’m finished you’ll know you’re mine.”
After fifteen minutes of sucking and kissing her body, her soft moans turned into cries. Taking her foot, I kept my eyes glued to hers. She breathed harshly, her chest rising and falling in quick jabs. Her eyes rolled back when I sucked her toe into my mouth. “Oh God, please,” she begged.
I took my time, sucking each one into my mouth, reaching forward to press my thumb against her clit. She came undone in front of me. The face she made during an orgasm was the sexiest one I’d ever seen. No one looked as completely undone as she did. So turned on by my hand.
I lowered myself to her and kissed her mouth hard. “I want you,” she whispered. “Please.”
I nodded, pulling my jeans down in one swift movement, I slammed into her pulsing pussy. Tears brimmed my eyes as I sank further into her. “Love me,” she whispered, rocking her hips against me.
I groaned into her, biting and sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. “Anything you want,” I panted. “I’ll give you anything you fucking want.”
She cried out, her head fell back against the pillow, her fingers dug into my shoulders. I fit so tight that every time she lifted her hips I had to keep from coming. “So goddamn tight.” I pulsed harder into her, loving the way her legs tightened around my waist.
“I’m coming,” she said. “Oh God, don’t stop, I’m coming.”
I wasn’t going to stop. Not until she’d had enough of me. Not until she was satisfied. I pressed harder, tilting her waist upward, giving myself the access to take her higher. She shook against me, her hands clutched tighter, and her body convulsed. “Yes, yes, yes, right there,” she screamed.
All her pint up feelings drifted from her face, and she came around my dick, sending me over the edge. I gripped the covers next to her head and pumped into her three more times before releasing.
Neveah touched my cheek, and I turned to kiss her palm. The sweet smell of her skin was stuck to me, and I didn’t want to ever wash it off. “I know this sounds morbid,” she whispered. “But I’m glad I found you in the woods, Rage.”
Smiling down at her, I stroked her jaw. “It was fate, Angel. Of all the places they could have left me, they leave me near you. Of all the people that could have found me and it was you. Because I was meant to meet you. When you told me I’ve got you, I knew you really did. We’re meant for each other.”
I caught the tear that traveled down her cheek. “You lead me to my redemption,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No. You are
my redemption, Angel.”
Epilogue
Neveah
One month later
“He’s up next!” Aunt Shelly screamed in my ear.
I didn’t need her to tell me because I’d been waiting for it. I’d counted down each fight waiting to see Rage. The New Orleans arena was huge compared to the one at home. We’d been waiting for this match since Rage started fighting at the gym.
I glanced down at my blank cell phone and frowned. Dante hadn’t text me back. Hell, I had hardly talked to him in the last three weeks, and he lived with us. After his surgery, Rage stepped up to the plate and started talking care of him. He’d been closed off and hadn’t showed any interest in anything. I’d never been in a wheelchair, but I knew he was upset about it. Who wouldn’t be?
I slid my phone back into my pocket.
The last I’d heard of Denver, he was awaiting trial. Knowing that the scumbag would never see daylight again made the kidnapping worth it.
“I know,” I shouted back, my hand cupped around my mouth. “He’s pumped for this fight!”
She smiled sweetly my way. “I wonder why? Would it have anything to do with you spending an hour with him before we left—alone? I thought I heard moaning coming from your condo before I knocked.”
I narrowed my gaze at her. Of course Aunt Shelly listened before she knocked. She wouldn’t be her if she didn’t.”
Dad called out from ringside at Chase. “Swing left. Block. Block. Block! Jab!” Chase was beating this kid’s ass.
Hannah sat down beside me with a bag of popcorn in her hand. “Want some?”
I waved her off. “No thanks.” I needed to keep my breath fresh for after the fight. Rage had promised me a night to remember if he won which he would, he always did.
Aunt Shelly leaned forward. “Hey Hannah, your man is fighting. You should watch. He’s good with his hands.” She waggled her eyebrows.
Hannah’s cheeks turned bright red. There wasn’t any denying that she liked him. From the first moment Chase laid eyes on her, I knew he wanted her. It’d been the same look he gave me when we were kids. “He’s not interested in me,” she whispered, her eyes searching the popcorn in her hands. “Plus, I’m not ready to date. Not after last time.”