Текст книги "Claimed"
Автор книги: Alana Sapphire
сообщить о нарушении
Текущая страница: 17 (всего у книги 18 страниц)
CHAPTER 25
***Gage***
I stare at Super Head, wondering what the fuck I’m going to do with her. The Snakes are easy, but her? She’s a woman. She’s dead, no matter what, but I don’t know if I have it in me to torture her. Maybe I should let Raven loose on her for a while, let her pound her to a pulp. I have her bound to a chair. We’re the only ones in the room, but she’s staring at the wall to her left. Raven filled me in on the sordid details but I can’t, for the life of me, understand why someone would do what she did.
I should have known it was a woman. The use of the dildo and her freaking out when the nurse touched her were clear signs. Even her drawings. I only realized the figure at the door became more feminine over time, after I saw Super Head on the surveillance video. I was right about one thing though. I’m the reason Raven got hurt.
“How do you think you should die?” I ask her.
“Of old age…sixty years from now.”
Now’s really not the time to be a smart ass, bitch.
“Look at me.”
She slowly turns her head to face me, her eyes unblinking and lifeless.
“Don’t forget who I am. You hurt my woman, took something that was mine. You’ll be lucky if you live through the night.”
She swallows and fear creeps into her eyes. Good. I leave her to stew on that while I check on what the boys are doing with the Snakes. Ace has been blowing up my phone, but Tek sent him a clip from the surveillance video. There’s nothing he can say or do to stop me this time.
My warehouse is a multi-purpose location. Yes, it houses my cars and bikes, but there’s an underground level where I’m able to…conduct sensitive business. That lower level is exactly where we are now. Super Head is in one room, the Snakes in another. I have Raven upstairs, impatiently waiting to get her hands on all of them. Shaking my head, I chuckle at her reaction. She’s something else. If women were allowed in the MC, I would probably patch her in right now. I don’t know if she’s adopting this behavior from me or if it’s been dormant inside her and I’m just bringing it out. Whatever the reason, she keeps proving how perfect she is for me.
I told her I was scared, and I was. Since I met her, she’s scared me more times than I care to count. The entire time we were tracking her down, all I could think about were the things I didn’t do for her, things I should have said but didn’t. I didn’t woo her or whatever the fuck you call it. I didn’t give her the romantic shit she wanted. Fuck, I’ve never even taken her on a date. I’ve told her how much I love her body, how much I love fucking her, but never told her I love her. She’s the only woman who’s ever made me happy. If love means not wanting anyone but her, not being able to see myself living without her, not being able to sleep if she’s not sleeping next to me…if it means jeopardizing my own happiness for hers…cutting out my own heart and giving it to her if she needs it…if that’s what it is then I’m hopelessly in love with her.
If Ellen could see me now. She warned me I wouldn’t see it coming. Now it’s happened, so that means those flying pigs are not only making snowmen in Hell, but also throwing snowballs at the Devil. I love her. I love her, and it’s time I told her.
After I take care of business.
I walk into the next room and immediately hear the motherfuckers begging for their lives. They better save their breaths. It’s not a matter of if they’re going to die but when. I see the guys have followed my instructions to a T. The Snakes are both naked, suspended vertically from the ceiling, above pieces of wood shorn to sharp points. One word from me and they’re fucked, literally and figuratively. They also have two blades strapped to their necks. The handles were removed and they were joined by the ends. One points to the neck, the other under the chin. Their heads drop, they’re dead. I cross my arms over my chest and glance from one to the other. From the smell of the place, they’ve already pissed themselves. That’s why there’s a big drain in the middle of the room – to wash away blood and any bodily fluids. We all took our turns knocking them around, so they’re already in pretty bad shape.
“Did you really think you were going to get away with this?” I ask. “Then again, you made a dumb bitch convince you to do it, so you’re obviously dumber bitches.”
“Just call our prez. He’ll tell you it wasn’t us, man.” This comes from the one with the gold teeth. I think Ace called him Ram.
“Ram? That’s your name, right? I already know you were out of town. But I hear you had plans for my girl tonight. I told you I’d put a bullet in you if you even thought about touching her. You were warned, so now you’ve forced me to be more creative than a bullet.”
I motion to Razor and Venom with a nod and they loosen the ropes, lowering the Snakes closer to the spikes.
“You won’t get away with this!” the skinny one, Leather, yells.
“Who’s going to stop me?”
I signal to Venom, and with a nefarious grin, he moves to one of his boxes in the corner. He wrangles a snake out of the box and moves toward Leather. The man starts to squirm then probably remembers the spike beneath him and goes still.
“Black snake. Appropriate, right?” Venom says as he stands before the fucker. “Got him all the way from Australia.”
He handles the snake expertly, keeping the fangs in check while the body coils around his arm. I never understood his fascination with the reptiles, but it’s come in handy on many occasions.
“They eat frogs, birds, lizards…other snakes,” he continues. “Again, quite appropriate.”
As he places the snake on the trembling man’s leg, I nod to Razor. He and Motor lower the other bastard closer to the spike. Venom’s snake slithers up Leather’s leg, his forked tongue flicking out. It stops at the hip and heads straight for the man’s dick. Shit. Even I couldn’t have planned this better.
Laughing, I turn to Venom. “Looks like he thinks it’s another snake.”
“A tiny one.” Venom joins me, our laughter mixing with the Snake’s screams.
He begins to jerk around and his head falls forward. One down, two to go. I watch the blood running down his neck from where the knife pierced him. Venom retrieves the snake and places him back in the box. I stand in front of Ram, wondering if I should make this quick or not.
“Lower.”
They drop him until the point of the spike is touching his ass.
“Please. Don’t do this,” he begs.
“Yeah. That’s probably what Raven would have said.”
I imagine her lying on that bed as Super Head violated her. I snap my finger and Venom moves to the other box. This time, he comes back with a huge Boa constrictor. Ram starts to squirm, begging us to stop. With a nod, I seal his fate. Venom allows the snake to wrap himself around the terrified man. It slithers up, going straight for the neck. As it coils and starts to squeeze, blood begins to drip down. That’s the knife being forced into his throat. I grab one of the axes leaning on the wall and move toward the ropes. E does the same, taking the other side. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. The words tatted on my left arm—that I strangely got from the Bible—echo in my mind. The sound is intensified by the call from the letters on my knuckles. Raven. This is all for her. I signal E and we slash the ropes at the same time. Ram’s scream is short-lived as he’s dead before I can even turn around. The sound of the spike running through his body calms me. It’s almost over.
“New name?” E chuckles. “Gage the Impaler?”
I walk out without a word, heading upstairs to find my woman. She’s riding around in a slow circle on one of the Ninja bikes while Ron gives her instructions. I should have known she wouldn’t be sitting around waiting for me. Spotting me, she stops, kicks down the stand, and shuts off the bike. She hops off, giving me an expectant look.
“Come with me.”
I lead her downstairs to the room I have Super Head in.
“Where are the Snakes?” she asks.
“Not an issue anymore.”
She steps into the room and her manner immediately changes. She’s on the offense, ready to strike. Super Head is watching cautiously. She must have heard the screaming next door and I can see all the scenarios running through her mind. I release the ropes on her wrists and ankles then pull the chair from under her. She falls to the floor but scrambles to her feet and scurries to the back wall.
“She’s all yours, babe.”
***Raven***
All mine. My fingers are twitching and I shiver at the electricity crackling in my veins. For every step I take toward her, she takes two backward, shuffling against the wall.
“What’s the matter? Not so brave now without your goons? Or is it because I’m not tied up?”
“Wha…what are you going to do to me?” she stammers.
“I thought about doing the same thing you did to me…then I thought it would probably be a little tickle for you.”
Gage leans on the wall, blocking her. She glances nervously between the two of us, no doubt trying to figure out which direction the attack will come from. She lingers on Gage just a bit too long, so I use the opportunity to grab her and drag her away from the wall. She stumbles but regains her balance and spins to face me. All these months of pounding on that bag has been preparing me for this moment. I don’t need to visualize a face now; I have the real thing in front of me.
“Get her, babe.”
The first punch knocks her off-balance. I didn’t put too much power behind it, though; I want to play a bit. She screams and holds her cheek, staring at me in shock. I land one to her stomach, then an uppercut when she doubles over. She falls to the floor, making no attempt to get up, so I kick her leg.
“Get up, bitch.”
“Please…please…”
“Please, what?” I shout as I plant my foot in her stomach. “Did I beg? Did I ask you to stop?”
I straddle her and let loose on her face. I feel her teeth digging into my fists, but it’s worth it. By the time Gage pulls me off her, all I can see of her face is blood. I’m reminded of that night with Mr. Glenn when I had to stop Gage from killing him. He won’t stop me, though. As soon as he releases me, I grab his Glock out of his waist, rack the slide, and put a bullet between her eyes.
I collapse against him when he moves behind me and takes the gun from my fingers. It’s over. It’s finally over. I turn in his arms and press my face to his chest. He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head.
“It’s okay, Raven. I got you.”
He walks me out of the room and back upstairs, where the other guys are waiting. Crow taps Ron and Booker and they follow him downstairs, no doubt to clean up my mess. The woman I just murdered. I killed someone and I feel…nothing. No remorse. Yes, it was payback, but shouldn’t I feel something?
“Let’s go home,” Gage whispers.
I nod and climb on the back of his bike. When we get back to the clubhouse, I head straight to the bathroom and clean up my knuckles. Gage walks in as I’m finishing up and backs me up against the sink.
“When did you get so badass?”
“I learned from the best,” I answer, sliding my arms around his neck. “Thank you, Gage. You saved me. Again. How did you find me anyway?”
He takes my wrist, fingering the blue bead on my bracelet. “GPS tracker.”
What the hell? He put a tracker in my bracelet? A part of me wants to be angry but then, if he hadn’t, who knows what would have happened to me?
“You’re like my personal Superman.”
He slides his fingers through my hair with one hand, while the other strokes my cheek. The way he’s looking at me…it’s different somehow. It’s softer, no base, animalistic hunger. It’s…the way I’ve wanted him to look at me, like I’m the most precious thing in his life.
“And you’re my Kryptonite.”
Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, moaning when I part them. The hand in my hair slides down my cheek, shoulder, and sternum to massage my breast. He doesn’t linger. Popping the button on my shorts, he slips his hand inside and beneath my panties. As he finds my clit, I moan into his mouth. Pretty soon, clothes start flying everywhere. He breaks away just long enough to turn the shower on and pull me inside. After positioning me under the spray of the shower, he watches as the water runs down my body. I lick my lips as he grabs his hard dick and starts stroking. He steps closer, sliding his dick between my lips then pressing it down on my clit.
“Gage…”
He moves faster, circling my clit with the head of his dick. I grab his shoulders, barely able to keep standing.
“Please. I need you.”
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifts me off the floor. As soon as he slides inside me, I wrap my legs around him. I clench my muscles, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. He groans, digging his fingers into my hips.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Why?”
I pull back, meeting his confused stare with one of my own. “Why not? You’re Prince Charming.”
“Ellen told me once I could be your Prince Charming. I haven’t been and I’ll never be.”
“You’ve been looking out for me basically since the day we met. You were there for me when I had no one else…helped me through the most difficult period in my life so far. You’re everything I could ever want. No, you don’t subscribe to the fairy tale version. That doesn’t mean you aren’t someone’s interpretation of him. Every woman has her own ideas of who or what he is for her. You…you’re mine. You’re my Prince Charming.”
He grabs the back of my head and smashes my lips into his. I begin to move, sliding up and down on his erection.
“Fuck, Raven!” He slams the side of his fist into the wall.
I move faster, bouncing on his dick, taking my pleasure from him. He relinquishes control, staring into my eyes as our slick bodies slide against each other. My breathing is ragged and my heart is thumping in my chest, ready to burst free. That’s when I make the decision. It may be impetuous, but I don’t care.
“Do it, Gage. Put a baby in me.”
I feel a deep and unbreakable bond between us, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. I guess murder will do that. He not only facilitated it but watched, and cleaned up after me. He called me Lady Reaper before it happened but I lived up to the name. Now, I’m truly his.
Gage grits his teeth, turns around so his back is to the shower, and slides his hand up my back to grasp my neck. Grabbing my hip with one hand, the other pulls me back by my neck so I’m horizontal. His other hand snakes around my waist, keeping me in place.
“Hang on tight, doll.”
I get a better grip on his hips then he starts to move. His hand on my neck slides to the front, gently squeezing. The closer I get to my orgasm, the tighter his hold on my neck becomes. He’s thrusting into me at the right speed, the right angle, hitting the right spot. I feel my orgasm creeping up and clamp down on him. He speeds up, squeezing my neck harder as my pussy begins to spasm.
“Gage!”
¡Dios mio! I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm this intense. He slowly releases his hold, grinding against me. Before I stop shaking, he goes deep and I feel him pulsating inside me. He pulls me back up, pressing me into the wall, his breathing heavy. I cradle his face, kissing his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips. He nips my bottom lip then lets me down, smacking my ass.
By the time we finish our shower, I hear music coming from the bar. The guys are back. Gage gets dressed before I do and heads out there. When I join the party, Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen” is playing. Chrissy is already here and dancing in the middle of the room. Gage is in a corner, pointing something out on a sheet of paper to a man I’ve never seen before. Leaving him to his business, I head over to Chrissy. After a while, Ron approaches, wedging himself between us. Chrissy grinds on him from the front, me from the back. Not too long after, a hand slides around my waist and drags me away. I smile up at Gage and start grinding on him instead.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Joe. My tattoo guy.”
“You’re getting a new tattoo?”
“Yeah.”
He makes some kind of hand signal and Dr. E approaches with the blue gift box from the closet, handing it to Gage.
“This is for you.”
“It’s been in the closet for months. You’re telling me it was mine all along?”
“Open it,” he urges.
I sit on the couch and pull the ribbon off then flip the lid. After pushing back the tissue paper, I’m met with leather. I slap my hand over my mouth in shock and snap my gaze to Gage. All I can see are the rockers and the club logo, but it says ‘Property of Reaper’. I snatch it out of the box and jump to my feet with a scream. It’s a cut. A property cut. For me. He takes it and helps me into it as his brothers cheer and whistle. I think I hear Chrissy scream, too.
“You want me to be your old lady? You’re claiming me?”
“You’ve always been my old lady, Raven. You claimed me the moment I met you.”
He catches me as I jump into his arms, raining down kisses on his face. He laughs, squeezing me tightly.
“How long have you had this?” I can’t believe he’s had me suffering all this time when all he had to do was pull the box out of the closet.
“It was supposed to be your birthday present. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to give it to you.”
“The tattoo guy…is he going to put me on your back?” I ask eagerly.
“He’s going to put us on my back. The last picture you drew of us.”
“You’re using one of my drawings?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs.
“Then I want it, too. I want your ink.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
Aunt Nita, Chopper, and Ellen show up out of nowhere and hug me one by one.
“Now you’re truly one of us,” Ellen whispers in my ear.
Gage makes another hand signal. Allah stops the music, grabs the mic, and announces, “This one is for our prez and his first lady.”
When Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “Pride and Joy” comes on, Gage takes my hand, twirls me around, then tugs me into his arms. I stare up at him in utter shock.
“I thought you didn’t dance?”
“Didn’t say I couldn’t.”
I’m in absolute Heaven as he dances me around the room. How has he hidden this from me for so long? We could have been dancing up a storm! As the song winds down, he pulls me close and stares into my eyes. Allah launches into another song – “#Beautiful” by Mariah Carey and Miguel. I have to blink and shake my head to make sure I’m seeing right, because Gage begins to mouth Miguel’s verse to me. He swipes a tear from my cheek and I realize I’m crying. This is way more than his usual brand of sweet. I don’t know if I can handle this level.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask, wondering if my heart can take anything else tonight.
“I love you.”
“What?” I exclaim. Did he just say what I think he said?
“You heard me. I love you, Raven Selena Alvarez.”
That’s it. I’m done. Down for the count. He loves me. Not only that, but he said it.
“Why?” I ask, even after hearing the three words I’ve longed for. He said he doesn’t know what love is. What’s changed?
“Why not? You’re Princess Charming,” he smirks.
“Be serious.”
He chuckles as I smack him on the chest but it’s short-lived. The mirth disappears from his face and he cups my cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
“Because…you fit. You dove into my life head first, into a world you knew nothing about. You accepted me. All of me. No judgment. You just…” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Loved me. Even when I thought I didn’t know what love was. You’ve opened my eyes to a future I never thought possible…and I can’t wait to share it with you.”
“Oh, Gage…” I sniffle, trying to hold back my tears. Impossible, I know, but I think I just fell a little more in love with him. I definitely hope I see more of this side of him. He leans in and kisses my lips gently, before his hand slithers across my thigh and squeezes my mound through my jeans.
“Your tight pussy didn’t hurt either,” he whispers.
Yeah. There’s the Gage I know. Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him down so his forehead rests on mine.
“Gage Harley Hunter…I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
***Raven***
“Are you pregnant yet?”
I roll my eyes, and Ellen snickers. “No, Chopper. Not since you asked yesterday.”
His brows furrow in concern. “Maybe we should get you two checked out, see if everything’s okay.”
“Jesus, Pop,” Gage grumbles as he walks into the bar. “Give us a break.”
He drops down next to me on the couch and snatches Mikey off my lap.
“It’s been three months,” Chopper persists. “I knocked up your mother in the first month.”
“Everyone’s different,” I explain. “It’s just taking a little longer for us.”
Ellen removes herself from the situation, going to sit next to Dr. E at the bar. Traitor.
“I still say you should get checked out. How often have you been having sex?”
“¡Dios!”
“Pop.” Gage gives him a warning glare, but he doesn’t back down.
“I need some more grandbabies. Make it happen, boy.”
After issuing that order, he takes Mikey and leaves us alone. Gage sighs and curls his arm around my shoulder.
“Still love me?”
“More than ever,” I answer.
“Even with my crazy-ass family?”
“I love them, too.”
He takes my hand, pulls something from his pocket and begins fiddling with my charm bracelet. When he’s done, I see he’s added a new charm – a heart.
“Love you, babe.”
He’s still not comfortable saying it, but he shows me every day by doing small things like this. It only makes me fall impossibly deeper in love with him. “I love you, too.”
He leans in and trails his nose along my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and I seriously want to drag him back to his room, even though we made love before we came here. We moved into the house two months ago and have definitely been utilizing the sex room, despite what Chopper thinks. I have to say, my life has been pretty awesome. I’ve enrolled in an online art program and it’s going great. Lonnie moved back to Miami and we exchange texts every now and again. Our relationship isn’t mended but we’re working on it. Things with Laurelyn are much better, too. I still think about Deena, what she did to me…what I did to her. I still don’t regret it but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t affected me. Gage is an immense help in that regard. I mean, he is the Grim Reaper.
Ace was pissed beyond words about his guys. Even without my testimony, we had the surveillance video from the mall so that pacified him a bit. Gage handed over the men’s bodies to him and they ended up making some kind of business deal he won’t tell me about. I’d bet the Dealers are getting the better end of it though.
“Do you have to go to Miami?” Gage grumbles.
“I promised Dani I would.”
“Have them come here. The house is big enough.”
He slides his hand up my leg, making me giggle as he licks my neck. “It’s just a week, fiend. You’ll survive.”
“No, I won’t.”
He blows in my ear as his hand moves farther up my leg, and I lose it. I grab his hand and drag him to the bedroom.
“Now who’s the fiend?” he teases.
“Shut up. The only thing I want to hear from you right now is how good I taste.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles.
I throw the door open and freeze in my tracks. The room is covered in rose petals, candles flickering on every surface. What the fuck? I step inside, looking around in shocked curiosity.
“What’s going –?”
I turn around and the sight before me makes me forget the rest of what I was going to ask. Gage is on one knee, presenting me with a diamond ring glistening from a jewelry box. I begin to hyperventilate, pressing my hand to my sternum.
“Marry me,” he says simply. No speech, no professions of love, not even a question, really.
I approach him carefully, watching as he removes the ring from the box. He takes my hand, slips it on, and smiles up at me.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“You want me to marry you?”
The sarcastic asshole looks around the room then back to me with a raised brow. I smack his hand away as he stands, but he tugs me into his arms.
“I already claimed you. You’re mine, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I know this kind of stuff is important to you, so yeah, I want to marry you. Be my wife, Raven.”
“Oh, Gage. I love you so much.”
“Love you, too, baby doll. Now,” he smirks, “you gonna be my permanent Hound or not?”
I try to smack him upside the head but he grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. Sometimes, I wonder why I love this man, but I do…with my heart and soul.
“Say yes, babe.”
“Yes. I’ll marry you…fuck boy.”
I slip from his grasp, laughing as I back away. He grins, stalking toward me.
“I told you what I would do if you ever called me that again,” he warns me.
I shriek, giggling as he lunges at me. Before I know what’s happening, he’s on the bed and I’m lying across his lap. He lifts my skirt and I moan as his palm connects with my ass.
“I was counting on it.”
The End
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it, please take a moment to leave a review at your retailer. Thank you!
~~~~Alana~~~~
I’d love to hear from you!
Follow me on Twitter
Follow my Blog
I’m also on Goodreads
Sign up for my Newsletter
Spotify Playlist – Claimed
