Claimed (Death Dealers MC #3): Death Dealers MC, #3

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Disclaimer

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Epilogue

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***DISCLAIMER***

This book explores serious themes that may be considered triggers for some. Please proceed with caution if this applies to you.

Claim (verb)

– (v) State or assert that something is the case; Express something definitely or clearly in speech or writing

Synonyms – declare, profess, affirm

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PROLOGUE

***Gage***

Where we left off in Tempted...

I can’t believe this shit is happening again. I’m handcuffed and being dragged through the halls of the hospital like a common criminal. Well… I am a criminal. The fucked-up thing is I keep getting arrested for crimes I didn’t commit. Rape. Why the fuck would I need to rape any woman, let alone my own? This is some bullshit.

You’re making a huge mistake, Renley.

Why? Because you’re such an upstanding member of the community?

I’m no saint, but I’m no rapist either.

Maybe. It could just be a coincidence that two women you’re connected to end up getting raped. I’m not taking the chance on a third.

He pushes me into the elevator just as E approaches. Call my lawyer, I tell him. He acknowledges with a dip of his head, pulling his phone from his pocket. I lean on the back wall, shaking my head.

I don’t have time for this. Raven needs me. I should be with her but instead, I have to deal with these motherfuckers. Fuck. She needs me and once again, I won’t be there.

CHAPTER 1

***Raven***

Raped.

That’s what the doctor standing over me said. I was drugged, tied up, stabbed, and raped.  How did that happen? The last thing I remember is getting into the shower. After that, it’s all darkness.

The doctor’s lips are still moving, but I’m not hearing a sound. The thought of someone violating me in the worst possible way is the only thing on my mind. Raped. Judging by the feeling between my legs, pretty brutally, too. Now, they’re asking my permission to violate me further with their tests. What the hell. It can’t get any worse.

In the midst of my pain and confusion, one thing becomes clear. It couldn’t have been Gage. No way. I can’t believe I even thought that for a second.

Miss Alvarez?

I give the doctor a blank stare. Did he ask me something? I have no idea. There’s only one thing I need to know. Who?

He clears his throat, dropping his gaze to the floor. The police have arrested—

It wasn’t him, I stop him before he can even get the name out. He raises a brow at the conviction in my voice.

Do you remember anything?

"No. But I know it wasn’t him."

Yes, well… the police are investigating. If Mr. Hunter is innocent, I’m sure he will be cleared.

He’s innocent, Dr. E’s voice rumbles from the door. He shoots a death stare at the other doctor and moves to my bed, his expression becoming tender as he looks down at me. Hey. How do you feel?

Like I just went ten rounds with Floyd Mayweather.

His jaw clenches, anger flashing in his eyes. It reminds me of Gage. I’ve never seen this side of Dr. E before.

A moment please, he says.

The other doctor nods and leaves. Pulling up a chair, Dr. E takes my hand. I doubt this… but do you remember anything from last night?

I remember Ellen dropping me off, and then getting in the shower. That’s it.

He nods and takes a deep breath, gently squeezing my fingers in reassurance.

We’ll find the motherfucker who did this. All the guys are on it. Don’t worry.

Gage? I ask hopefully. I need to know what the police have done to him.

He’s down at the station, but they have nothing. I won’t be surprised if he’s back here by this afternoon.

Thank God. I need him. I need him here to hold me, to make me feel safe. Oh, God. What if this guy comes back for me? Panic grips me, tears streaming down my cheeks as I begin to hyperventilate.

It’s okay, Raven. You’ll be fine. I’m here, and I’ll have two guys posted outside at all times. You’re safe.

No, I’m not. I won’t be until Gage gets here.

***Gage***

Renley tosses a Ziploc-encased object on the table. My stomach roils. It’s a dildo. It’s the dildo. The one that violated my girl. The thing has to be at least ten inches long and four inches wide. Her blood is still on it. I turn away, clenching my fists on the table. I promised I’d never let anyone hurt her, and I failed. I wasn’t there.

What’s the matter, Hunter? Can’t get it up? Renley sneers.

My lawyer told me not to say anything until he gets here, but fuck that. "Fuck you. This was not me."

Yeah, well, excuse me if I don’t believe you. He takes the seat opposite me, and his deputy leans on the wall in the corner. I couldn’t get you for Janet Presley, but your ass is mine this time.

Sorry, but I don’t swing that way. Your deputy looks like he does, though.

Deputy Michaels grinds his teeth together but keeps his distance.

Don’t worry, Michaels. I’m sure he’ll be very popular with the inmates up in State.

You have nothing on me and you know it. That’s why I’m still sitting here.

You were both seen riding around together in the morning—

That’s not illegal.

No, but rape is. Never knew you liked them so young, Hunter.

Motherfucker. Her doctors will tell you she was a virgin before she was attacked. I never touched her.

"And that’s why you raped her. Because she wouldn’t let you touch her."

"I did not rape her," I state vehemently.

"There was no forced entry. She let her attacker in. She let you in."

She was excited about her birthday party. She could have left the door open.

He leans forward, stabbing the desk with his index finger. We have a witness who saw you leaving her house right before the ambulance arrived.

Bullshit. I was nowhere near there and I can prove it.

Let me guess. One of your guys can vouch for you.

I have dozens of people who can vouch for me, but I don’t need them. This is one of those times I’m thankful for surveillance cameras, and also for the fact that Tek is a paranoid son of a bitch who places them everywhere. I’ve got video footage documenting practically my entire day.

Renley clenches his jaw. How do we know it hasn’t been doctored?

My guys only watch live feeds. I’m the only one who has access to the recordings. Bring me my phone and I’ll show you right now.

I can practically hear his teeth grinding against each other as he sees his case blowing up before his eyes. He jerks his head toward Michaels and the other man leaves the room. Leaning back in the chair, I observe him. Usually, I’d love to throw his failure in his face, but I need to get out of here and back to Raven. She needs me.

Michaels returns and I quickly tap into my security system. I show them the Kitty, making sure I point out the timestamps of my arrival and departure. Same thing for Scythe.

My sister Ellen, and I’m sure anyone who saw them, can tell you she picked Raven up at the salon and took her home.

I bring up the footage from my house and show them me entering, then Ellen arriving, and finally me running out after I got the phone call. The officers stare at each other with uncertainty.

You could have easily gotten someone to do your dirty work for you.

I smile at the man’s stupidity. If that’s so, Deputy Michaels, you just agreed your witness is full of shit.

He blanches, realizing the mistake he’s made. Renley taps his finger on the table. Say you’re innocent. Why would someone go through all this trouble?

A lot of people have grudges against me, Renley.

I gesture toward him, pointing out an example. His eyes narrow. This has gone on far too long. It’s time to set the record straight.

Look, I need to get back to the hospital, so I’m going to settle this once and for all. I didn’t hurt Janet. Her psycho of an ex-boyfriend did and threatened to kill her if she didn’t finger me. I convinced her to recant after I promised to get her far away. And I did. If you want proof, I can make a phone call and she’ll be here by tomorrow. I just need to know you’ll drop this once she tells the truth.

They stare at each other again, having some unspoken conversation, and then Michaels nods.

There’s still the matter of the missing evidence.

You can’t blame me for your negligence, Sheriff.

He’s shit out of luck if he thinks I’m copping to that, especially since I’m going to need my contact at the lab now. I dial Rambo and put the phone to my ear. Rambo, I need you in Stony View yesterday… and bring your old lady.

***Raven***

He’s here. I don’t need to open my eyes to know it’s him. He’s finally here, and I can’t look at him. How can I face him after what happened? He’ll never see me the same way again. I no longer have what he wanted, what he’s waited so long for. I’m damaged goods.

His scent grows stronger and I feel him standing over me. Tears gather behind my lids. I shut my eyes tighter to keep them there, but that only makes it worse. He gently wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

Raven, look at me.

It’s like opening the floodgates. He’s blurry through my teary-eyed vision, but I couldn’t bear to see his expression anyway. I couldn’t manage seeing disgust in his eyes. He hands me his bandana, slowly sliding his fingers through my hair.

It’s okay, doll. I’m here.

He doesn’t sound disgusted. A little sad but… compassionate. I brave his stare and his blue eyes glint at me. No judgment, no repulsion. I breathe a sigh of relief. As he leans in, I grab his shirt and pull him down to me, burying my face in his chest and inhaling deeply. His scent fills my body, mind, and senses. I hold my breath for as long as I can, then let it out slowly. This is what I needed. Peace.

My little puppy. That’s why I made sure I showered before I came back here.

I crack a small smile as he drops a tender kiss on my forehead. He pulls up a chair, but I shake my head and pat the bed. I need him next to me. He carefully moves me over and I struggle onto my side—the one with the good shoulder. I lay my head on his chest as he settles in next to me, breathing him in. His strong, steady heartbeat calms and reassures me. He’s here.

I’m sorry, Raven.

The pain in his voice grabs my heart. What does he have to be sorry for?

This is my fault. I’m the reason this happened to you.

Before I can object, Ellen and Aunt Nita walk in, followed by Millie, Chrissy, and Toni. They gather around us, each one appearing to be fighting back tears. Millie cups my cheek, a weak smile on her lips.

How are you, sweetheart?

I look around the room again. Chrissy and Toni have lost the battle, sniffling as tears roll down their cheeks. Ellen raises her eyes to the ceiling, still putting up a fight. I break down again, fisting my hand in Gage’s shirt.

Oh, shit, he mutters under his breath.

It can’t be easy for him, being surrounded by five crying females. They move closer, each touching me in support.

You’re not alone, Raven. We’re all here for you… anything you need.

I nod to Aunt Nita as she hands me a tissue. Gage strokes my hair, trying to soothe me. In the midst of my sobbing, it hits me that I don’t really know why I’m crying again. It was triggered by the others, their tears, and expressions. I know what happened to me and I feel the effects of it, but I guess it doesn’t seem real. Maybe it’s because I don’t remember what happened, but I don’t feel it. I’m sad, upset, and a little scared, but that true feeling of violation is just beyond my reach.

Chrissy motions to a bag, and then sets it on a chair. I brought you some stuff… my tablet and iPod. They won’t let us into your place.

I brought you some soup… the way my Mom makes it, Toni says as she places the container on the table next to the bed. I’m not really hungry, but if I could eat anything, it would be Mama Doreen’s soup.

Thanks, guys.

They visit with me for about an hour before the nurse from earlier comes in and announces she has to check my bandages. The ladies leave and Gage carefully climbs out of the bed.

The nurse looks pointedly at the door. Sir.

I grab his hand before he even acknowledges her. She presses her lips together, narrowing her eyes at him.

What’s your name? he asks her.

Cindy.

Look, Cindy, we got off on the wrong foot, but you better get used to seeing me. As long as she’s in here, I’ll be here, too.

Sighing, she shakes her head in resignation. Fine.

She starts with my shoulder, and I flinch at her touch. I don’t know why, but I don’t feel comfortable with her touching me. She moves to the foot of the bed and lifts the sheet to inspect my legs. The moment her fingers graze my skin, I freak the fuck out.

Don’t touch me!

Startled, she releases me and steps back. It’s okay. I just need—

Don’t touch me. Get away from me! I turn to Gage in a panic. Please, don’t let her touch me. Get her away from me!

I got you, babe.

He wraps his arms around me, gently holding me as I sob into his chest. I vaguely hear him tell the nurse to get Dr. E, and then he whispers in my ear that I’m okay. This is not the behavior of someone who’s okay.

What the fuck just happened?

CHAPTER 2

***Gage***

She’s shaking in my arms and I don’t know what the fuck to do. I do what I can—hold her and try to comfort her. By the time E gets here, she’s calmed down enough to lie back on the bed.

I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. I’m going to talk to E, okay?

Please, don’t leave me.

The desperation in her voice almost breaks me. I give her fingers a gentle squeeze, reassuring her. I’ll be right outside the door, doll.

She nods, but the frightened expression lingers on her face. E and I step out and I close the door behind me, taking a deep breath.

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, gripping 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, also acknowledging him with a nod. I need to speak with you and Raven in private.

Sure. Come on.

The panic drains from Raven’s 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 throws a quick glance my way, 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 stroke her hair.

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

I got you, doll. Always.

She smiles, signing the papers before 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. My tone is stern, leaving no room for argument.

We haven’t talked about it, but there’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight. Santini 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? Her brows knit in confusion.

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 nods, smiling down at me.

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 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 from?

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

I brought them.

You? I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah. Is that so hard to