Текст книги "Claimed"

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“Is that what she said? And you believe that?”

Like I expected him to admit it. I grab my backpack from the closet and start shoving some clothes in it. I can’t be here right now.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.

“What does it look like?”

“You’re not leaving.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“You’re not leaving,” he repeats. This time, it’s the voice.

I pause momentarily, almost giving in. But then I remember Britney’s words. I zip up my bag, pull on some jeans, and grab my phone from the nightstand. His eyes follow me as I remove a hoodie from the closet.

“You walk out that door, I swear I’m going to put you over my knee.”

I stop in the doorway and turn to him. He’s not facing me. Coward.

“Goodbye, Gage.”

***Gage***

Goodbye? She’s out of her fucking mind if she thinks I’m letting her walk out of here. That stupid bitch Britney. I should have sent her packing a long time ago. I storm after Raven and find her begging Ron to give her a ride. He looks to me nervously, seeking permission.

“Raven,” I call to her.

“Ugh! Forget it. Forget you. Forget all of you!” she screams.

She rushes to the door, dialing on her phone. Who the fuck is she calling? I catch up with her outside and grab her wrist but she wrenches out of my grasp.

“Fuck off, pendejo!”

She starts rambling in Spanish, so I have no idea what the fuck she’s saying, but I know it can’t be good.

“Just calm down. Let’s go back inside and talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Babe –”

“Gage, please…”

Her tears fucking break me in half. I can’t stand to see her like this. Not again. And not over some bullshit.

“I just need some space.”

“Space for what? Come back inside.”

She looks down at her phone then toward the gate. “I have to go.”

I’m obviously not going to get anywhere with her while she’s in this mood, so I concede. For now.

“At least tell me where you’re going.”

“Chrissy’s.”

“Okay. I’ll take you.”

“I have a ride.”

“Who?”

“Chris,” she answers defiantly.

Fuck. “Fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Don’t.”

I watch her walk away, fighting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and take her back inside. She steps through the gates and right into Chris’ arms. Fuck! I storm back inside, needing to break someone’s fucking face. Everyone stares at me when I enter. E’s by the bar, working on Britney’s nose. I push him out of the way, watching her cringe as I get in her face.

“What the fuck did you say to her?”

“I –”

“Fuck it. Doesn’t even matter. You’re done. I see you in my club again, you won’t like it.”

“But Gage –”

“I fucking mean it, bitch. Fuck off.” I turn away and make my way back to my room. “Get her the fuck out of here.”

I slam the door behind me and pace the room in frustration. Fuck my life! What is it with these bitches? A few words. That’s all it took for her to walk out on me. A few words from the mouth of a fucking lying whore. There’s a knock at the door, and I know it’s E before he sticks his head in.

“Not now, E.”

He comes in anyway and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Your girl’s got a mean punch.”

“I know. I taught her.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Chrissy’s.”

He follows me with his eyes as I walk back and forth.

“You gonna go get her?”

“Let her cool off. We’d just end up fighting all night, and that’s the last thing I want.”

“What do you want?”

I stop pacing and turn to him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You have her in a precarious situation. She’s not a casual fuck, but you also haven’t made a claim –”

“She’s my woman.”

“Yes, but without that cut? To the Hounds, she’s just another woman.”

“They’re Hounds. They shouldn’t be in my fucking business.”

“True…but for some reason I can’t see, bitches love you.”

I crack a smile and sit next to him. This is why he’s my best friend. “Crazy bitches. I’m fucking lucky that Raven isn’t.”

“Which is why you need to man the fuck up. Just do it already.”

I take a deep breath and fall back on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. I hate to admit it but he’s right. The question is, is she ready?

CHAPTER 18

***Raven***

“He’s such a dick! I can’t believe I swallowed –”

I stop myself, but a little too late. Chrissy’s eyes widen and she pokes me in the side with her index finger.

“You little slut! What did it taste like?”

“Why don’t you ask Britney?”

“Come on, Ray. You know that bitch was lying through her skanky teeth.”

Chrissy strokes my hair as I cry my eyes out on her pillow. I haven’t stopped crying since I got here. She had to try to piece things together because I could barely tell her the story through my sobs. Gage has been calling and texting all day, but I’ve been avoiding him. I just don’t know what to say to him.

“I know. That’s the fucked-up part.”

“Then…I don’t get it.” She gives me a confused frown.

I sit up cross-legged, searching for the words to make her understand. “I have no place there.”

“What do you mean?”

“He says I’m his woman but in his world, it’s not official unless he gives me that stupid jacket. She would have never spoken to Marlowe or Renae like that. There’s just no respect.”

“Ah…I know what you mean. I’ve had to warn off a few of those bitches.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Ron knows I’ll remove his balls if he cheats on me.”

“It shouldn’t be this hard, should it?”

“Love is never easy, Ray.”

“Well, it should be.”

She moves closer and curls her arm around my shoulder. I return her embrace, wondering why men have to be so difficult.

“It’s good you left. Maybe this will help him get his shit together.”

“Hopefully.”

“Did you take the pill?”

“Of course.”

When we went shopping, I made a stop at the pharmacy to get a refill on my birth control prescription and grabbed some morning-after pills, too. I can’t afford to get pregnant right now.

Chrissy’s mom calls from outside the door, knocks, and then enters. “Raven, there’s someone here to see you.”

Even without the nervous look on her face, I would have known it was him. It’s not like I know many people here. Plus, he’s probably in a rage about me not answering his calls or texts.

“Thanks. I’ll be right there.”

I wash my face and make my way downstairs, searching for the courage to face him. When I see him, I understand why Mrs. Contreras looked so uneasy. He’s in full biker gear, and the scowl on his face would scare anyone. Not me, though. I just want to jump into his arms.

He takes one look at my face and the scowl is replaced with concern.

“You’ve been crying,” says Captain Obvious.

“Aren’t we observant today?”

“Get your shit. We’re leaving.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You said you needed space. I’ve given you enough time.”

“Time? I’ve been gone one night,” I point out.

“Too long. It’s time to come home.”

“Home? You mean your club with all your whores?”

“Raven –”

“Don’t. I’m not coming back as long as she’s there.”

“She’s out. I kicked her out.”

Oh? That’s something, I guess. Just one less bitch to deal with.

“And I swear I haven’t touched her since we’ve been together.”

He drags a hand down his face, drawing my attention. He looks tired. His eyes are red, the lids are drooping, and there are bags under his eyes.

“You look horrible.”

“I didn’t sleep last night.”

“I wonder why,” I reply, trying to sound indifferent.

He takes my hand and pulls me against him. I get a whiff of his cologne and go weak in the knees.

“Because you weren’t there. Our bed felt empty without you.”

Our bed. He said our bed. Then again, that’s all he ever does – talk. He says all kinds of things but won’t back them up with actions. I step out of his arms and put some space between us.

“Go home, Gage.”

“What? I’m not leaving without you.”

For once, he doesn’t seem so confident. His tone is still authoritative, but his eyes betray him. There’s a desperation there I’ve never seen before. Maybe Chrissy was right. A little time apart should help him make a decision about what he wants.

“I need more time.”

“What the fuck for? Cut the bullshit, Raven. Let’s go.”

“No. I’m going inside and I’m not coming back out. Go home, Gage.”

I let myself back inside quickly before I give in to him. Pressing my back against the door, I close my eyes and try to block out his helpless expression. I tell myself this is for the best, but I don’t quite believe it. What if this time apart does the opposite of what I hope to achieve? What if he decides he doesn’t want me anymore?

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

I purse my lips and turn to Chrissy’s mom.

“No, Mrs. C. I’m not.”

***

“Raven, Gage is here,” Mrs. C calls up the stairs.

I put my Kindle down and get ready to descend the stairs for our daily ritual. I’ve been here a week and he’s shown up every night. Mrs. C doesn’t get nervous and scared anymore because the man has already charmed her. Not Mr. C, though. He won’t let Gage any farther than the doorstep.

Every evening, we walk around the block in silence. At the end, he asks if I’m leaving with him. I highly doubt my answer will be any different tonight. Not that it’s been easy. It kills me to walk away from him every night when all I want to do is jump his bones. My only reprieve has been the three days of bleeding I had from taking the morning-after pill. It’s stopped now so Lord knows what I’ll do when I see him.

Chris stops me in the hallway. We haven’t spoken much since I’ve been here, and I know my very presence is difficult for him.

“You’re going back to him, aren’t you?” he asks.

“We’re not broken up. I just needed to be away from him for a while.”

“A while? Next time, I may not be close by.” He cups my cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he stares at me wistfully. “Didn’t I make you happy?”

“Chris…it wasn’t you. You were wonderful.”

“Then why? Why did you choose him?”

“I just…maybe if I’d met you first, things would have been different.”

He drops his hand to his side then shoves both in his pockets. “I guess I never stood a chance then, huh?”

“Chris –”

“Go. He’s waiting for you.”

I stare at his back as he retreats, head hanging down, and it breaks my heart to see him like this.  I should leave. I can’t keep hurting him like this. First thing in the morning, I’m finding a hotel.

As usual, Gage is waiting for me at the door. I take his extended hand and we begin our trek around the block. Thinking about Chris, Gage, and everything else has me in knots. This is not how I envisioned my life. I’ve been thrown so many lemons I could make a shit load of lemonade.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” I answer. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Life. Where I am…where I wanna be.”

“Where do you want to be?”

He stops walking and pulls me to him, staring down at me patiently. Our eyes meet, and I know beyond a doubt he’s what I want. Wherever he is, that’s home. If I’m going to be making lemonade then he’s definitely the sugar. He wraps his arms around me and I inhale his scent.

“I really don’t know…but I do know I want you there with me.”

He holds me tighter and I swear relief floods his features.

“I will. For as long as you want me, I’ll be right there with you, doll.”

“I want you.”

He leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. It’s only been a week, but it seems like it’s been decades since I felt his kiss. His lips move slowly over mine, teasing until I grant him entrance. He moans when our tongues meet. I slip my hands under his cut and sink my nails into his lower back.

“Come home, Raven,” he begs, resting his forehead on mine.

“The clubhouse isn’t a home, Gage.”

“You wanna move into the house? We’ll move into the house.”

“Really?”

That caught me off-guard. But at least if I’m not at the clubhouse, I won’t have to deal with those bitches daily. Plus, this move is sure to open their eyes to the fact that I’m not some temporary amusement.

“Yes, really. I meant it when I said I don’t want to wake up without you. I’ve given you enough time. You need to get your ass back in my bed.”

“You’re so romantic,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“You knew that shit before you got with me. So, you coming home or what?”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Raven –”

“Ask me.”

He takes a deep breath and expels it through his mouth. His eyes lock on to mine and he cradles my face in his hands.

“Raven, I miss you. I can’t go another day without waking up next to you or coming home to you. I need you, babe. Come home. Please.”

How can a woman say no to that? Not able to find words, I simply nod. He grabs my hand and drags me back toward the house at a pace I have to walk double-time to keep up with.

“Get your stuff. I’ll wait for you here.”

I tell the Contreras’ I’m leaving, thank them for their hospitality, and hurry upstairs to pack. I can’t wait to be in Gage’s arms again. Fuck, I missed him. I shoot off a text to Chrissy then cram my stuff into my backpack. That done, I head to Chris’ room to tell him goodbye but he’s not there. I make my way back downstairs and find Mr. and Mrs. C in the kitchen.

“I’m leaving now, Mrs. C. Thanks again for putting up with me.”

“Anytime, mija. You’re always welcome here,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.

“Thanks. That means a lot to me.”

“No problem. You be careful and call us if you need anything.”

“I will.”

I kiss Mr. C’s cheek and hustle out the door before Gage loses his patience. What I witness outside will surely bring on the apocalypse. Gage. Chris. Shaking hands. Mind. Blown. I watch the events unfold in total shock. They nod to each other in that way men do, that says they have an understanding.

Chris hugs me and whispers in my ear before going back inside. “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thank you.” I walk toward Gage in a daze. “What was that about?”

“Just working stuff out.”

“What stuff?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“You were right,” he answers. “He cares about you and doesn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“What did he say?”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

He climbs onto his bike and extends his hand to me, but I hesitate. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden with him. Based on what Marlowe and Renae have told me, being on the back of his bike is a big thing. I’ve been there before – twice – but it just seems different now. It seems…more serious.

“Come on, doll.”

I take his hand and climb on behind him. He waits until I’ve secured my helmet and then he fires up the engine. Vibrations thrum through my body. He grabs my thighs and pulls me even closer to him.

“Hold on tight, babe.”

CHAPTER 19

***Gage***

I’ve always thought the best feeling in the world is being on the open road on my Harley. Just man and machine. Then, Raven happened. I haven’t been the same since that first day she sat on the back of my bike. Now, with her soft body pressed against me and her arms tightly wound around my waist, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I roll into the clubhouse and park in the garage. She hops down and hands me her backpack. When we walk inside, the men practically lose their minds. You’d think she was their woman. Rico starts talking a mile a minute in Spanish before Razor picks her up in a bear hug then passes her off to the others one by one. They each give her a variation of ‘welcome back’, all while she giggles and soaks up the attention.

“Get ya’ll’s filthy hands off my woman,” I growl.

“Your woman ain’t complaining, though, Prez,” Tek says, laughing.

“That’s ’cause she’s nice. I’m not.”

I grab her hand and pull her along to our room, giving my brothers the finger when they start laughing and calling me pussy-whipped. Fuck that shit. It’s been a week and that’s exactly where I’m itching to be right now, so deep she’ll feel like I’m trying to crawl inside her. She laughs when I slam the door and push her down on the bed. Immediately, I start tearing at my clothes.

“Clothes. Off,” I command.

She giggles and pulls her top over her head. Fuck me. She’s not wearing a bra. The sight of her breasts makes my dick throb. She kicks off her shorts, but I stop her when she hooks her thumbs into her panties.

“Leave it. That’s mine.”

She lies back on her elbows, breathing hard through her mouth. I drink her in, becoming more intoxicated by the second.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

I step between her legs and grab the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. She moans and I realize just how much I missed the sound. She’d only been gone a few days. Jesus. I’m well and truly fucked.

“Are you?”

What the…? I didn’t say that out loud, did I? “Am I what?”

“Pussy-whipped.”

“Call me anything you want to, babe. Just as long as you scream my name when I’m fucking you.”

I sink my teeth into her nipple, making her cry out. “Gage!”

“Just like that.” I slip my hand into her panties and find her soaking wet. So slippery, my fingers are sliding all over. “Fuck.”

I can’t wait to get inside her. I drag her panties over her hips and down her legs, then place a pillow at the edge of the bed. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her to me and lift her so her ass rests on the pillow. She bites into a corner of her bottom lip and stares up at me. My balls tighten at the sight.

“Fuck. This might be quick.” The moment I reach into my boxers, someone has the fucking nerve to knock on the door. “You knock again, you’re fucking dead!”

There’s a pause and then sure enough, they knock again. I throw the blanket over Raven, grab my gun, and storm to the door. Throwing it open, I settle my Glock between the man’s eyes. Tek. He throws his hands up in a gesture of surrender then slowly pushes the gun out of his face. I return it to its original position.

“Sorry for the interruption, Prez, but we got a problem.”

“You can’t handle it without me?”

“Sorry. It’s the, uh...” he glances nervously at Raven then back to me, “...site.”

“Fuck!”

The ‘site’ can only be my warehouse. The place is like a fortress and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. It’s isolated and no one really knows about it. Him coming to get me means someone either found a way in or is trying to get in. Fuck!

He slowly backs away then leaves. I slam the door, frustration taking hold as I turn to Raven. She’s already moved from the position I put her in, looking resigned because she knows I have to leave. Maybe I can be quick. Then again, once I start, I know I won’t be able to stop.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She sees my indecision and smirks, throwing off the blanket. Turning on her side, she strikes a seductive pose and bites into her lip. Fuck it. Just a little taste. I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed then fall to my knees. I lick my lips in anticipation as I spread her legs. I missed her taste. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my face into her soaked pussy. I slide my tongue between her lips, licking up as much of her juices as I can. She moans, pulling hard on my hair.

“Fuck, woman. You taste amazing.”

I swear I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and everything in between. Why did I start this? It’s only that much harder to leave now. She yelps as I bite down gently on her clit. I pull away and reluctantly get to my feet.

“I gotta go, doll.”

“Seriously?” she asks in wide-eyed incredulity. “You’re going to get me started and leave?”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t touch yourself.”

“Why the fuck not?”

I lean over her, my face inches from hers. “It’s been a week since I made you come, Raven. The next orgasm you have, my dick will be buried inside that tight pussy of yours. Got it?”

She swallows hard and nods. “Got it.”

“Good. Be in this bed when I get back.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me attitude, rolling her eyes.

I drag my clothes back on and give her a quick kiss before I leave. I can’t wait to come back and finish what I started.

***Raven***

As soon as he walks out the door, I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit. He’s crazy if he thinks he’s going to leave me hanging. Maybe it’s payback for all the times he ended up with blue balls. I snicker at the thought. I wonder if he jacked off on those nights. Ugh! I stop touching myself and put my panties and top on. The man has ruined masturbation for me. Now that I know what the real thing is like, it just doesn’t feel the same.

I grab my sketch pad and colored pencils, and then climb back into bed. As I try to choose a color, I realize I haven’t used them since he got them for me. Everything I’ve drawn since then has been so…dark. Despite that, I reach for the black. I know I’m going to draw Gage, and you can’t draw the Reaper without black, right? This time, though, I also grab a few shades of blue to make sure I get the color of his eyes right. No more red eyes.

I put my MP3 player on shuffle, and let my fingers glide over the blank sheet before I start. I rarely plan what to draw; I just clear my mind and let my hands roam free. By the time I’m done, I have a portrait of us – as the Grim Reaper and Lady Death. Instead of a cape, I have wings. I’m standing before him in a very Superman-esque pose, wings spread. The arm holding his scythe is draped over my shoulder and we’re both wearing fierce expressions – not evil, just ones that say we can handle anything thrown at us. I stencil in “Rage” at the top in big, bold letters, surrounded by blue flames. I hold it out in front of me to get a better look and decide I’m definitely framing it. I think I’ll hang it above our bed. In the house. I hope he was serious because I cannot wait to move.

I put away my sketch pad and fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’m bored now. What the hell am I supposed to do? Grabbing my phone, I decide to see what Chrissy’s doing.

R: What are u up 2?

C: Nothing! Bored!

R: Me, too!

C: Let’s do something.

R: K. What?

C: Scythe?

R: I don’t have anything to wear.

C: I got you! Be there in an hour.

I hop into the shower to save time until she gets here. I’m a little nervous. I haven’t been out in a while, but I’m bored and have no idea when Gage is coming back. Chrissy arrives with a flourish, looking gorgeous in a white, backless mini-dress. She hands me a gift-wrapped box and sits on the bed, encouraging me to open it. Inside is a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline.

“I bought it for –” she stops, bites her lip, then continues, “I bought it a couple months ago and never got the chance to give it to you.”

Now I understand. It was my birthday gift. “I love it. Thank you.” I pull her to her feet and throw my arms around her. She returns my hug, squeezing tightly. I push the memory of that night out of my mind, get dressed, and then we go in search of Ron. I contemplate sending Gage a text but decide against it. I’m an adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want and he’ll just have to deal with it. That’s what I tell myself as I climb into the car before a little voice in my mind says, Yeah…right. He will not be a happy man when he returns and I’m not where he told me to be.