Текст книги "Heaven Sent"

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“Hero,” a soft voice calls from outside my door.

“Go the fuck away, Ruby. I don’t want to talk to you or to anyone else standing outside that fucking door. GO AWAY!” I scream at her.

Sitting on my bed, I just sit and stare into nothingness. Dani is a fucking murderer. I just don’t fucking understand how someone like her would even be capable of something like that. She cut down her own family and then tried to spin this sob story of how they were taken away from her. Watching the police haul her away bleeding in the back of that goddamn police car nearly killed me. I wanted to reach out and save her, but I couldn’t help her. I just stood there and watched them rough up my woman and take her away. The police made it clear that if we interfered, we would be charged for harboring a known fugitive. With the kind of rap sheets our club has, we’d be locked up for life. I had to protect my club, and in order to do that, I had to let fate deal Dani her own cards.

Raze ushering me inside was for the best because he could see the beast inside of me rising. I would end up in jail next to her if I acted on the rage-induced acts playing in my head. Those two bastards signed their death warrants when they slammed her face into that car. Raze had to restrain me from tearing off after them. There had to be some mistake. She’s not like us. She has a temper, sure, and violent streak when provoked, but she’s not a killer. There’s no way, but doubt creeps into my mind.

She came to California to hide, even Red told us that. If her wanting to work under the table didn’t raise red flags, the escape bag filled with a change of clothes and cash might have sealed her fate in the club’s eyes. She was planning to leave when she packed that bag. She had everything she needed to survive on the run. Money, clothes, even a few bottles of water and baggies of dry goods to keep her belly full. I want to believe she’s innocent, but she’s not giving me any clues to think otherwise.

“Hero, get your fucking ass out here right now,” Raze’s voice bellows from outside the door.

“Go fuck yourself, Raze. I don’t need a lecture from you. I know we’re fucked.”

Raze barges through the door, huffing in anger. “The next time I order you to open the door, you fucking do it. I don’t want to keep sending the prospects to Home Depot to get new ones every fucking day.”

“What do you want from me, Raze? I know I fucked up. I trusted her too goddamn much without really knowing her.”

The bed dips with Raze’s added weight. His face is hardened, but his eyes are gleaming with pity. I know he’s trying to keep his cool, but I don’t need pity. I need Dani, as much as I hate to admit it. Guilty or not, I need a chance to find out for myself.

Raze slaps his hand on my shoulder. “I understand, Hero. Trust me, I do. The women in our lives royally fuck us up to the point where we even doubt our own minds. Without them, we’re fucking lost in this life and damned to hell.”

“I never thought I’d be torn like this, Raze. One minute, we were fucking blissfully happy. The next, she has bodies lying in her wake back home. I just don’t know how to process this. I want to believe her, but I just don’t know if I can. I handed her my heart on a silver platter, and she grabbed it with bloody hands. She was the only pure thing left in my life, and she’s just as fucked up as I am. I wanted her to be my saving grace with all the shit in my life, and she’s just like the rest of us. Her soul is stained just as black as mine. ”

“Hero, I know what you’re going through. Once you lose trust in them, everything falls apart. Dani’s a good girl. I know it, and you fucking well know it, too. Voodoo hacked into her police file from back in Cleveland and is looking through it now. If she’s guilty, we’ll know within the hour. I sent Slider down to the police department to see if they’ll let him talk to her. I’ve got you, brother. We’ll find out the truth. Until we know one way or another, do not give up her on like I gave up on Maj.”

“Wait. Gave up on Maj? What the hell are you talking about? You love Maj.”

Raze’s head hangs low. “I’m divorcing her, Hero. The night we went to the club to get them, I found two of those male strippers fucking Maj in a private room. She knew I was there watching them. She came home spouting some bullshit about how it was a mistake and she was drunk, but I know it wasn’t the first time. She slept with a guy from Trax’s chapter the night before the hit on Twisted Tribe. I found them in our bed together. She’s living at her mother’s for the time being and she’s banned from the clubhouse. I’m fucking done being miserable while she whores herself out behind my back.”

Is no one happy anymore in this club? Everything is imploding around us. Twisted Tribe was just the beginning. We are systematically being dismantled by the fucking women in our lives. Our own brothers are forsaking the patch they swore allegiance to to fuck another brother’s wife in their marital bed. Maybe Dani killing two people wasn’t so bad in the grand scheme of things. Jesus, what am I saying? Murdering her own fucking family is the worst of the worst. Taking the lives of the people who love you most is the farthest you can fall down the deep, dark pit of hell. I want to be okay with what she did, but I just can’t process it. Maj may have whored herself out, but she didn’t have her own mother’s blood on her hands.

“Fuck, Raze. I’m sorry. What about Ky and Harley? When are you going to tell them?”

“They already know. We told them yesterday. Honestly, they weren’t surprised.”

“Shit, Raze. How the fuck did we get here? Your woman’s a cheater and mine may be a killer.”

Raze laughs and slaps me on the back. “Brother, I’d much rather have your problems than mine. At least there’s a chance she’s innocent. I know Maj isn’t.”

Raze is a broken man, just like I am. These two starkly different women ripped apart our lives. He’ll get a chance to repair his life once the dust settles and Maj is gone, but for me, it’s not that simple. I need proof she’s innocent. I need solid evidence to tell me the woman I love is still the woman I know. I can’t let her back into my life or my heart until I know for a fucking fact she didn’t murder her only family. I need those answers sooner rather than later.

“Raze? Hero?”

Looking up at the doorway, Slider hesitantly stands. Damn, Slider has perfect timing. Hopefully he got her to talk, or at least found out something that would prove her innocence or damn her in guilt. I need to know either way. My stomach twists and turns in knots as we both wait for Slider to deliver the news. I’ve never felt like this before, even in the heat of combat. The dirt and sand hell I left is nothing compared to this.

“Did they let you see her?” Raze hopefully asks. I need her to be okay, even if I’ll never see her again.

“She wasn’t there, Prez. The fat cop sitting at the front desk said they had no idea what I was talking about. They didn’t have a Danae Espinoza booked nor did they know anything about her.”

“What?” I exclaim. “If they don’t fucking have her, who does?”

Raze and I stare at each other before jumping up from the bed and bolting down the stairs into Voodoo’s tech room. He’s frantically tapping away on his computer when we walk in.

“Talk to me, V. What did you find?” I ask.

He looks up from his computer before sliding over to the printer and retrieving a stack of papers.

“This is her file. It’s muddy at best. Cleveland PD found her mom and step-dad gutted in the dining room of their house. DNA in the room was a match for both victims, Dani, and an unknown male related to the step-dad. According to the police report, a family member reported Dani missing the morning of the murders and they issued an APB for her. It was a standard issue search for the Cleveland area. It was never expanded outside of Ohio. We, of course, know where she ended up, but I found something odd about her file.”

Flipping through the pages, I verify everything Voodoo reported while searching the pages for the oddity. The answer doesn’t immediately become blaringly apparent, but Voodoo points to the details of the APB.

“Look here, Dani was never officially listed as a suspect. They considered her a possible kidnapped victim.”

The pictures of her parent’s mutilated bodies are amongst the reports. The DNA does confirm Dani was there, but just looking at the bodies I know it takes a lot of rage and a lot of strength to gut someone like this. Handing the pictures to Raze, I see shock register in his eyes.

“Look at her step-dad’s body in this photo,” I say pointing to the photo. “He has to be at least two hundred pounds heavier than Dani. How in the hell did a woman weighing a buck forty-five force him into that chair and restrain him? It doesn’t make sense. That’s Ruby versus Voodoo. There’s no way a woman could do that, even if he was drugged. Not without help anyway.” Grabbing the photo back from Raze, I toss the pile back onto Voodoo’s desk.

“Any information on the other set of DNA found at the scene? You said it was a relative. Maybe she had help,” Raze suggests. He looks at me while speaking. His words stoke the fire of anger within me, but I know he’s just trying to be thorough.

“I hacked into the criminal DNA database and it’s still searching. It could take weeks before I get a hit, or I could get nothing at all. It takes time.”

Running my hands through my hair, I pace the room. I slam my fists against the wall twice out of frustration. A pair of bleeding knuckles isn’t going to help find Dani.

“We don’t have that kind of time, Voodoo. Slider just got back from the police department and she’s not there. The fuckers that took her weren’t real cops. Someone sent them here after her and we just fucking let them take her.”

“Shit,” is all Voodoo replies as he frantically types on his computer. We wait in silence for hours as he works his magic, trying to find every lead to who the other blood belonged to at the scene of the crime and who has Dani. Finally, his computer beeps loudly. We surround his desk as a report loads onto the screen.

“The DNA is a perfect match for a Mikey Amos Williams. He’s the son of Dani’s step-dad, which makes him her step-brother. Says here he’s a rookie cop for Cleveland PD.” Voodoo types in a search for Mikey into Google. News report after news report comes up in the search. He’s been suspended twice for misconduct and harassing two female suspects. The last new story is dated for four days ago. Voodoo clicks on the link and the story pops up.

“Looks like Mikey missed his court date for a sexual assault on a female prisoner.” Her photo pops up on the screen and shocks us all. She looks just like Dani.

“No fucking way. It’s the fucking step-brother. He killed them to get to her!” I yell as everything clicks into place. She is innocent, and I just handed her over to the man who killed them. I have to fucking find her.

“You’ve got to track them down, Voodoo. Call in every favor we fucking have. I don’t care if we have to alert the fucking National Guard. We need to find her before he kills her.

“On it, boss. I can’t promise a miracle, but I’ll fucking try.”

Leaving Voodoo to his work, Raze calls an emergency session of Church. My brothers come running into the room quickly, and Raze doesn’t wait to start barking orders.

“Dani has been kidnapped by her step-brother. His name is Mikey Williams and he’s a cop on the run. Looks like Mikey has a sick fucking obsession with Dani, and he killed her parents to get to her. In the last year alone, he’s assaulted two women that look just like Dani... I can only assume that she’s either already in his hands, or she’s on the way to him with those fucking bastards I let take her. I need you all to contact the other chapters and get them on the road. Send them Dani’s picture. I want every single fucking Heaven’s Reject looking for her within the hour.”

“Of course, Prez,” they all respond.

“They can’t be more than a couple hours away. Hot Shot, get on the horn to your cop cousin. See if he can issue an APB on Dani or the two fuckers who took her. Check in with Voodoo to see if he can pull their license plate off the car. Make tracks, brothers. Let’s bring Dani home.”

The men disperse quickly from the room, leaving just Raze and me alone. He comes to sit by me as my head hangs in my hands. Guilt pangs me for the things I said to her.

“I should have fought for her. They should have never been allowed to take her. If that fucker touches her, I’ll die trying to take him down. She’s probably already fucking dead, and it’s entirely my fault, Raze. I won’t be able to live with myself if she’s dead.”

“Hey, we don’t know anything yet. Dani is a ballbuster so you know she won’t give up easily. She’ll fight him to survive..”.”

A knock comes from the door, and I turn to see Voodoo standing there with a piece of paper in his hands.

“I think I might have found them. There’s a cabin listed for an Amos Michael Williams up near Lake Arrowhead. It’s a long shot, but I thought you might want to check it out.”

Grabbing the map from his hands, Raze and I bolt past him. As Raze calls in the cavalry, I head straight to my bike and pull my guns out of my saddle bag. Before Raze or any of the guys can meet me, I fire up my bike and tear out of the parking lot. I need to get to Dani. I just hope it’s not too late.

“Did you miss me, little princess?” he whispers in my ear before jerking me up from the floor and into his arms. His fingers gently play with my blood-covered hair as his nose presses against the side of my face. “You know I missed you, Dani,” he says, inhaling my scent.

His ear passes my mouth as he continues to rub his face all over mine. Lashing out, I bite his ear and pull, trying to Mike Tyson his Evander Holyfield ass. Mikey screams as his blood pours into my mouth while I stay latched onto his ear. He violently shoves me away as he cups his bleeding ear.

“You stupid bitch. I was trying to be nice to you, but you had to fuck that up like always. I was planning on being a complete gentleman with you, Dani, but now you’ve fucking pissed me off so nice is no longer on the fucking menu. You’ll pay for your attempt to disfigure me, bitch.”

Spitting his blood on the floor, I crazily laugh at him. His idea of nice would be to rape me slowly while the other two assholes watched then let them have their turns. Mikey isn’t nice. He’s a fucking animal that thinks no is the new yes. He gets off on torturing his victims. He may not know it, but I know all about the skeletons in his closet. I was the one who told his dad about finding him lurking in my room at night, watching me sleep. Bob disowned him for his obsession over me. Mikey’s hate for his own fathered clouded his vision to the point that he branded me the reason for his shitty existence and for his parents splitting up. He placed the blamed solely on me instead of himself for killing my family. In his mind, he was justified in their murder because they stood in his way from taking the only thing he’s ever wanted in his life. Me.

“You’re so fucking delusional, Mikey. If your version of nice is murdering my mother and your father because they wouldn’t let you play deluded step-sister-fuck-time, then I’d hate to see what your version of angelic would be. Slaughtering puppies? Oh, wait! I know. Sweet and innocent Mikey would likely gang rape an elderly woman. Am I right? Feeling a little necrophilia coming on, Mikey?”

He charges toward me and slaps me across my face, sending me flying backward just before he jumps on top of me, his hips straddling my stomach. I can feel his erection digging into my flesh as he holds me down when I realize this sick fuck is getting off on me fighting back against him. I just need to keep him talking long enough to distract him. If I keep running my mouth, he’ll prolong raping me. Hopefully he’ll smack me around hard enough a few times so that I will pass out from the pain before Mikey’s grand finale. Knowing what’s likely to come will be so much better for me if I were unconscious or dead. Truth be told, death was looking pretty good right now. It would be easier than living with the scars and memories of what he did or will do to me.

“Do you feel that, princess?” he says while grinding his erection into me. “This is what you do to me. That smart ass mouth of yours and that fucking body has driven me wild since your whore of a mother married my father. I beat off every single night to the thought of you on your knees servicing me while my dad and your mom watched. “

My stomach begins to retch. I knew he fantasized about me, but his verbalization throws me off more than I had anticipated. The vision of what he described takes over my mind, and I barely contain throwing up on him. Mikey may be the single most fucked up person on this planet and his singular sights on me make him even more dangerous knowing now his obsession with me is stronger than ever. This is so not fucking good.

“How did you find me?” I question.

There you go, Dani. Keep him talking. Buy yourself some time.

“I’m a fucking cop, princess. You know that,” he says, rubbing his hands across my face. “I’ll admit it, you were difficult to track down. But if you grease enough palms and spin the story to say you were a cop killer, everyone takes an interest for the right price. You’ll be surprised to know that it wasn’t a dirty dealer or a snitch that ratted you out, but a whore living in that clubhouse of yours.”

“Who?” I rasp out.

“She didn’t give me her name, princess. Just that she was sick and tired of you flaunting your shit around her home and in front of her husband,” he says as anger flushes throughout my body. One of the fucking old ladies turned me over to this sick fucker. My mind races to think of who it could be. Darcy and Dixie have never interacted with me, so I doubt it was them. My mind clears. It was fucking Maj. The woman who brought me into that club signed me over to him. What did she gain by this? Maybe her plan was to use me to gain Raze’s favor back, but Hero’s interest in me fucking backfired that when I was cleared. Why would she hate me so much that she’d do this to me?

Gritting my teeth, I need to survive long enough to settle the score because they needed to know a snitch lived within the walls of their clubhouse. Maj would pay with her life. Even if I die in this fucking cabin in the woods, I will find a way to lead the evidence back to that traitorous bitch. As much as I hate Hero right now, I know he’d eventually come to look for me. At least in my death he would learn the truth and would be able to protect the club, even if the price was paid in my blood.

Mikey’s fingers trace my face and graze down my neck, snapping my attention back to him. “Apparently, she didn’t like you screwing that fucking biker and frankly, neither do I.” His hands encircle my throat as he begins to choke me lightly. “You are fucking mine, Dani. How could you let another man touch you? I bet there’s a bastard child growing in that belly of yours right now. If I find out he’s planted something inside of you, I will kill him and the baby in front of you. No one fucking touches what’s mine,” he yells, increasing the pressure on my throat.

“Boss, you’ll kill her,” Parsons bellows from in front of us. Mikey releases me and draws a gun from his back, pumping two bullets each into Parsons and Harris. Shit, I was hoping they would realize how wrong this was and try to save me, but my fucking back-up plan is gone now. It’s just me and the demonized monster alone in this cabin. My luck just keeps getting worse.

“Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I remember. Killing the man who touched my property and carving out anything that may be growing inside of you. Tell me, princess, did lover boy knock you up? Do I get to carve up your pretty stomach like I did your mother?”

What the hell is he talking about? My mother wasn’t…oh shit. Mom was pregnant with Bob’s child. That has to be part of the reason he killed them both. They were having a baby, and he saw it as his father replacing him after he was kicked out of the family. Sweet merciful Jesus, he killed three people that day, and he’s working on the fourth with me. Shock must register in my eyes because he throws his head back laughing.

“You didn’t know that dear old Mom was having another baby?” He laughs harder. “My fucking father always wanted more children but when my mother couldn’t have anymore, he dumped her ass on the curb to raise me on her own. I spent my entire life trying to please him and make him come back, but he didn’t. Instead of being my dad, he got a new wife and daughter while leaving me to fucking rot until my mom died and he was forced to take me in when she died. I hated him for what he did to my mom and me. We lived in squalor while Mr. Big-Shot Cop lived the high life with his new family. I’ll admit, though, having such a sweet piece of pussy flaunting her naked body around me was the best part of the shitty situation.”

I stare at him in disbelief and disgust. He thinks I was teasing him in my own fucking home. He needs serious help or a bullet to his fucking brain. I’d prefer the latter, but I am useless with my hands still cuffed behind me. Shit, there’s no way I can break off these cuffs or get out of them unless the dead dipshits by the door have a key in their pocket. I decide trying to scoot to the door next to their bodies would be my next move. I just have to keep him distracted while I subtly move.

“Flaunted myself in front of you? Mikey, you hid in my room and waited for me to change or to go to sleep. You were fucking stalking me in my own home. I didn’t ask for this or for you to obsess over me, you fucking bastard. I just wanted a home and a life without death taking away everything again. I didn’t want anything to do with you or your dad. I was there because of my mom; she; she was the last piece of my family that I had, and I wasn’t going to leave her behind.”

“A fucking family? I had that until your mom came along. Your whore of a mother and her perfect daughter took everything away from me.”

“It wasn’t my mom’s fault that your parents divorced. That was years before even my dad died, douchebag. You’re grasping at sanity straws, trying to rationalize your shitty existence of a life and placing the blame on everyone but the real problem. You are your own worst enemy and in the end, you’re the reason you are the monster that you are today. No one else but you.”

He yanks me from the floor to my feet, forcibly holding me by the elbow as he walks me to the kitchen table. “Get on the table, Dani.”

“Fuck you!” I yell. His open palm throttles toward my face as he connects to my cheek with a slap. My face stings and throbs from the contact. “Get on the fucking table, princess.” He picks me up and throws me onto the table; I land harshly on my belly. His hands run down my ass as he slaps it. “The things I have planned for you, Dani,” he grumbles to himself. His hands move up to my cuffs as I feel him fiddling with them. “As much as I love seeing you bound in metal, I need your hands free for what I have in mind for you.”

A click sounds as my hands are freed from the tight cuffs. I hear the metal cuffs land onto the floor as he rubs my wrists. “Your wrists are this sexy color of black and blue, Dani. Fuck, seeing your skin dark and broken makes me hard.” His tongue runs across my wrist before he drags my hand across the bulge in his pants, sending me recoiling from the contact, but he presses my hand harder against him.

“See what you do to me, princess? My dick aches for you. After years of being denied the one thing I want, I’m taking it tonight. I finally get to play with my favorite toy.” I try to slide off the table as he relishes in his conquests with me, but he pulls me back and pins me down on the table with his knee. He leans forward over me and pulls two chained leather cuffs from a lip under the table. Securing them to my wrists, he pulls his knee from my back and moves to the head of the table. A cranking noise clicks in the empty cabin as my arms are winched forward on the table. Seeing the level of mechanical restraints he’s using on me alerts me to the fact he’s either used this cabin before for his sick fun, or he found me much sooner than he told me. It takes time to plan and equip a cabin with this shit. There’s no way in hell he built in a sick and demented kitchen of terror in just a few hours after finding me.

“There’s no escaping, Dani.” He runs his hands up my legs, stopping on my upper thighs. “I can smell you.” His hands rub against the jean material covering me. “I can’t wait to taste you. I bet you’re as sweet as a freshly plucked peach.” He dips between my legs as he rubs his face into me, his hands moving to grip my ass tightly. I try to kick him off of me but his body is weighing down my legs.

“Please, Mikey,” I beg. “You don’t have to do this.”

He removes his face from my apex and grasps my feet, pulling me toward him, roughly flipping me over onto my back in the process. He climbs on top of me as he uses his knees to part my legs.

“You don’t understand, Dani. I have to do this. Once I have you, I can move on in my life. Find happiness, hell, maybe even a family of my own. Your face has haunted me for years, and until I feel you wrapped around me, I’ll never be able to live.” His hands cup my breasts as he grinds against me. “You’re the last thing on my list before I can be myself again. Fucking you will free my soul, Dani. Don’t you see? I’ve done this all to have you and kill you.” His hands roam to the top of my tank top, ripping the fabric in half and exposing my bra. His breath becomes ragged as he dips to kiss me. I move my head side to side to avoid his lips finding mine. He presses his forehead against mine to stop the motion.

“You never did answer me, Dani,” he says as his hands roam to my exposed belly between us. “Is there an intruder growing in your belly?” His hot breath pours over my skin, sending vomit gurgling up my throat.

I have no idea if I am pregnant or not. Hero and I weren’t exactly careful, but I’m not late at all. I’m pretty sure that I’m not pregnant, but would admitting it buy me time or cut my life short? He’d focus on my stomach rather than raping me for the time being. He might see it as a detriment to his sick pleasure knowing another man’s child lay inside my belly. Shit, what do I do?

His hands encase my face, forcing me to focus on him. “Answer me, bitch. Are you pregnant?”

“Yes,” I scream in panic. “Please don’t hurt my baby.”

His hands wrap around my throat again, pressing hard against my windpipe. “You fucking whore,” he yells, squeezing my throat tighter and tighter.

“Please, just fucking kill me,” I rasp as I kick him, trying to fight.

“Even death won’t set you free.” He releases my throat, sending me gasping for air and coughing. My chest heaves as oxygen rushes back into my lungs. My eyes catch something shining in his hands only in enough time to see him holding a knife in the air over his head.

“This baby fucking dies, and then I’ll fuck you into death as you bleed out all over my cock.”

He raises the blade higher as I scream, “Please, don’t!” I focus on Hero’s face in my mind and the good times we had together as the knife begins to plunge toward me. I pray that death comes quickly as I close my eyes to wait. A large crash comes from the door as two loud cracks force my eyes open to see Mikey still above me as blood begins to trickle down his face. The knife falls from his hands onto the floor, pinging like a pin dropping into silence. His lifeless body falls to the side of me. The room begins to spin as my body grows weightless. Blackness takes hold as I hear a man screaming my name. Hero’s voice echoes through my mind. He’s here. He came back for me. Hero saved me.