Текст книги "Envy"

Автор книги: K. T. Fisher

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I place Lorena down and she happily skips over to the other kids. I don’t think she actually knows what’s happening, Spliff told us that he tried to explain the best he could to her. He said his words were along the lines of, Mummy isn’t coming back but she has her daddy, brothers and club family all around her. I don’t know if she’s too young to say that Marie is dead, but he maybe could have said she’s gone to heaven, every child knows what heaven is right?

I slowly rise from my seat and get myself a drink from the bar. As Duke passes me my Vodka lemonade, he also adds a Sambuca shot. I frown at him and he shrugs innocently at me with a naughty smirk. Why the hell not!

I throw the shot back and cringe at the after taste of the liquid. In that moment I’m reminded that I don’t like Sambuca. I take sips from my drink to wash away the taste and then spot Devlin watching me.

“Babe.” He greets, holding me tight.

“Baby.” I whisper back.

The Sambuca has warmed my veins and bolt of lust wraps it way around my whole body. I lean into Devlin, he’s sexy, tall, tattooed, charming and all mine. I haven’t told him yet but I think that he should finally get a little reward for waiting for me. I don’t know if I’m ready for everything yet, but I am definitely ready for some foreplay. Actually, I’m feeling kind of desperate for it. I want to feel him up against me, to have his naked and hot skin over mine. I want to know what it feels like to have him touch me everywhere. If it leads to sex, then it happens but what I do know is that I want to test the waters.

“Is it wrong that I want you naked?” He growls into my ear.

“I don’t think Marie and the brothers would mind if we snuck away.” I laugh. Which is most likely true.

Devlin presses himself closer to me and I feel the thick hardness press into me. Fuck he’s ready for me.

“I’ve gotta talk with Grim and my dad and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” He kisses me with a fire that leaves me lightheaded and grinning like a damn fool.

I finish my drink as I watch him walk towards Franky’s office. He looks too fucking good in his black on black clothes today. I watch his ass and I just wish I could reach out and squeeze it. The wake has now turned into a little party at the clubhouse. Yes it’s sad that four of our own have died but we want to celebrate their lives. Marie would especially hate it if she knew we were all sat around, but if she knew some were up dancing and others were talking about memories, not only would Marie be happy but so would the two prospects and Big John.

Once my glass is empty, I slide off of the stool and see Lauren heading my way.

“How you doing?” She asks glancing at the empty glass and shot glass beside me.

“Great.” I smile. “Just having a drink before I go and meet Devlin.”

Lauren looks a little confused for a second and then opens her mouth in shock standing closer to me. “You’re going all the way?”

Lauren knows everything about me, she’s seen all of my scars up and close because we were together for most of them. She knows how I feel about my body and I’ve talked with her in great lengths many times about my worries of Devlin seeing my most intimate scars.

“I don’t know, but I’m ready to at least try.” I whisper back.

“Have you told him about the scars yet?” She asks. Lauren thought that if I told him before then it might be better for both of us.

“No.” I look down to my feet. “I couldn’t do it.”

Lauren gives me a hug. “You’ll be great. You’re beautiful Tash and I can see how much Devlin loves you. I never thought I would see the day that he would settle down.” We both laugh, but then Lauren switches back to being serious. “Trust me, you will both be fine.”

Lauren’s phone alerts and when she looks down at it she breaks out into a huge smile. “I got go babe, looks like you’re not the only one getting lucky tonight.”

“Wait.” I stop her. “Is this weird? I mean, it’s a funeral.”

“I know.” She laughs. “Seriously I think all four of them would be cheering us on, especially Marie with you and Devlin.”

“Yeah.” I smile. “She would be pushing me into the room.”

Lauren gives me a hug, promises to meet me at breakfast and then leaves to join Grim. I bet Devlin’s finished with Franky too then. Just as I’m about to head in the direction of Devlin’s room, Drew saunters over. By the swaying of her hips and the heavy drop of her eyes, she’s drunk.

I’m not surprised, before the funeral I was given a short brief of what MC funerals were all about. Unlike the standard funeral, where everyone cries and sits around in sadness, a club version is drinking, dancing and just being happy. It’s to celebrate the life of those who have passed and I must say, I much prefer this kind of funeral than any others I’ve been to in the past. Of course people have cried, I was sobbing not long ago but then you have a drink and dance and it feels as if Marie is here, watching us all have a good night in honour of her.

“Hey baby girl.” Drew smiles and gives me a hug. Yes, she’s drunk.

“How many have you had?” I laugh.

“Enough for the both of us.” She giggles.

“Let’s get you some fresh air.” I lead her out the doors and into the garden. Leading her over to the nearest bench, we sit close together. Nobody else is out here, I can’t hear anything either which confirms, there’s no club whores at work in the shadows.

“I wanted to drink for Marie.” Drew whispers, I turn back to face her and my own grieving for a new friend envelopes me. “She loved everyone getting together.”

“Yeah I know.” I wipe at my tears.

“I was thinking we should call the salon after her.” Drew admits.

“That’s a great idea.” I agree.

“But not just the word Marie, because that’s boring and she would agree.” We both burst out in laughter. This is true, Marie wouldn’t want her name as the salon’s name, so we need to honour her in another way.

“Then what do you suggest?” I ask, trying to keep the tears at a steady stream rather than pouring down my face.

“She always called us her darlings whenever we were together.” Drew smiles as she thinks through the number of times.

“Yeah she did.” I laugh as I recall the many times she would greet us by shouting ‘darlings!’ loudly from the other side of the clubhouse, or out in the open and even in a small room. The men would roll their eyes at her, but we would all laugh.

“Darling Rebels.” Drew tests. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect.” I cry.

“Are you still on for moving in together?” She asks when we’ve both stopped crying.

“Of course. As soon as lockdown is lifted we will get it done.” I answer in excitement.

“Dad told me the workers managed to finish the kitchen area before all the shit happened. So the hard part is done, now we just decorate.” She grins.

“That should be easy.” I laugh.

I can’t believe this is all happening. My dreams are coming true, I’ve found a family and I have Devlin. I’m so ready to commit to him, be his old lady and let see the parts of me I’ve kept hidden. He deserves that and I trust him completely. For the first time in a very long time, my veins warm and heat gathers between my thighs. I want Devlin.

Drew grabs two empty bottles from the bench that have been left by the brothers.

“Let’s toast to our new beginning.” She holds the bottle high, smiling.

“Absolutely.” I hold mine and as we clink Drew’s happy smile fades. “Drew?”

I see movement from behind her and my body tenses.

“Tash, we need to get inside.” Drew whispers in urgency.

I grab onto her hand and we quickly stand. This isn’t good. I can feel it deep in my bones.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you Silver.” My body shakes as soon as I hear his voice.

“Drew, run.” I whisper quietly. I don’t want her anywhere near Strike and his men. She doesn’t move an inch though. “Run!”

I push her away towards the doors of the clubhouse. However I don’t see the hidden Devil member in her way and I push her right into his arms. Drew shrieks but he covers her mouth just in time, I doubt she would have been heard anyway because of the music inside the clubhouse. I do know there are members surrounding the area though. Where the fuck are they?

“Don’t worry about your friend Silver.” Strike says from right behind me, making me jump. “We don’t want her.”

Drew wiggles in her captor’s arms, but that only makes him laugh at her and probably enjoy it even more. These men are sick fucks.

“What do you want Strike?” I turn to face him and can’t help but smirk. He’s not looking too well at all. He’s lost weight, needs a wash and a shave and doesn’t look as good looking as the last time I saw him. Yes he’s an evil bastard but I’m honest enough to admit that Strike is a good looking man, well he was.

“I’d wipe that smile off your face if I was you.” He warns.

My grin does falter slightly, but that’s only because I know what type of man he is. However, knowing the effect the threat of my family has had on him makes me smile. This earns me a slap and it’s so hard that I almost fall to the floor. Drew screams behind the hand of the Devil member holding her as Strike grabs me by my hair and brings it close to him so he can growl into my ear.

“I want you and Raven. You fucking belong to me!” He shouts.

“We’re not yours and we never were.” I say through gritted teeth.

“That’s where you wrong!” He pulls me closer. My hair is ripped from my scalp and I try to hide the pain from him. Strike laughs. “I need to hurt you so bad Silver, so I’m taking you back.”

“Leave Raven.” I beg, I’d rather he take me and leave Lauren. “Have me and leave Raven.”

Drew tries to protest when I repeat my plea.

“Want me all to yourself?” Strike laughs. “That’s not happening Silver. I’m having both of you, and I have the perfect plan.”

He grabs me tight, finally letting go of my hair but instead traps me in his strong arms. He marches over to Drew and her eyes widen, tears streaming down them.

“Well look at you.” Strike looks Drew over and I think he likes what he sees. No, I don’t want Drew anywhere near Strike. “Who do you belong to?”

He orders for the man to let her mouth free to answer and I step in. “She’s nobodies, just a whore.”

Drew’s eyes widen at me but I shake my head at her. She needs to be quiet. If he finds out that she’s Grim’s sister and the President’s daughter, he will want her to add to his collection.

“You’re lying.” Strike shakes me. “I’ve been watching you all for a while now, you didn’t even know did you Silver?”

“Please don’t hurt her!” Drew begs.

Strike stops shaking me and glares at her. “What’s your name?”

I shake my head to try and get through to her that she shouldn’t tell him.

“Drew.” She announces with pride and so she should. Her family is kick ass and well known. Nobody should mess with her if they have brains, but Strike doesn’t care about anyone but himself.

“Ahh you’re one of the club brats.” He laughs at her but I’m glad he doesn’t know exactly who she is. “So you do belong to somebody.”

“Damn right!” She shouts and I cringe.

I hope she’s not going to do what I think she is.

“I belong to my dad, The President!” I hang my head in defeat. “When he finds out what you’re doing he’s going to kill you! Natasha is like a daughter to him, you won’t be alive for much longer.”

“Oh is she now?” Strike laughs, looking down at me. “Does daddy know all the awful things you have done Silver?”

“He knows everything you did.” Drew answers for me with anger. “My family fucking hate you! The whole club does!”

“Drew.” I warn.

“No, no.” Strike laughs. “Go on.”

Drew just stares at him, fed up of his games and I’m glad but I’m scared that she’s already said too much.

“Now that I know who are, you will do perfectly for what I need to be done.” Strike declares and dread fills my whole body.

“I’m not doing anything for you!” She screams.

“Oh I think you will.” He laughs back at her and his friends join in.  “If you want Silver to live, you will do exactly as I say.”

A hard hit lands on my head and I’m thrown to the ground. All I can hear is Drew screaming as darkness welcomes me.

I’m on my knees, crying more than I’ve ever done before as I watch them take Natasha away with them. I couldn’t believe my eyes when Strike hit her around the head and knocked her out. He threw her to the floor, not caring for her safety at all. While I was staring down at Natasha, a slight trail of blood running down her forehead, Strike told me what his plan was and I wasn’t relieved at all. He was asking me to let them take Natasha with them, and I hated myself for it.

I have to wait ten minutes before I’m allowed to go back into the clubhouse and let everyone know what’s happened. Strike forcibly told me to tell my dad and brothers, he wanted them to hear it straight from me and get a good look of my face and what he’s done to me. To hurt my family, Strike had them rip my clothes from my body but that’s not the worse part. They slapped and punched me, everywhere on my body including my face. Just to give my family a message. I tried not to cry out or show my pain, but there were so many men hurting me. I could only take so much.

How am I even supposed to know when ten minutes has gone by? Strike was most likely bullshitting me when he said one of his men was watching me to make sure I did what I was supposed to do.

Suddenly there’s a loud bang behind me and I scream. Is he back?

“Drew?” I hear Devlin. “The fuck?”

I open my eyes and see my big brother frowning down at me. It’s really dark out here so I doubt he can see the state I’m in.

“Why are you on the floor?” He ask, stepping closer to me. “Where the fuck are your clothes?”

I wrap my arms around myself and cry. “I’m so sorry.”

“Drew, what’s the matter?” He kneels down in front of me.

“He’s got Natasha.” I cry.

I see his body stiffen, even in the darkness. “What?”

“Strike has Natasha.” I repeat, tears running down my face.

Suddenly he’s up and running inside. I hear his voice shouting above the music and it’s cut off. Brothers run outside, all scattering around the garden and begin searching.

A blanket is wrapped around me and I look up to see Lauren. I jump up and wrap my arms around her, crying into her body as she holds me.

“Drew, what happened?” She asks, my brothers eagerly watching us.

“Tasha brought us out here to give me fresh air.” I cry. “It’s all my fault!”

“Get her inside!” My dad yells from the door looking furious.

Lauren guides me inside whispering encouraging words to me. That is until we’re in the light and she sees my appearance.

“Oh my god!” She gasps. “What did they do?”

At hearing her shocked voice, Grim stands beside her and stares wide eyed at me.

“I’m going to kill him!” He roars, becoming the Grim he is well and truly known for.

“Baby?” I hear my Dad’s voice. “What have they done to you?”

He sounds broken and that’s just what Strike wanted, to hurt my family.

“I’m ok.” I insist.

“You don’t fucking look ok!” Shouts Devlin.

“They hit me a few times but it was just to hurt you, don’t let them!” I plead.

My dad rushes to me and wraps me in his arms. I wince as soon as he does and he pulls back. “What?”

“I’m fine.” I argue but Lauren doesn’t believe me. None of them do.

“Let me see.” She steps closer and I pull away.

My mum comes from behind, cornering me so Lauren can lift the blanket. All the men turn to give us privacy without a word spoken and when Lauren sees under the blanket, her eyes shine with tears.

“Oh Drew.” She sobs.

When they have the all clear, the men turn back around and Lauren tells them exactly what I didn’t want her to. “She’s badly bruised already. Cuts everywhere, he didn’t?”

“No.” I immediately close that question and she breathes a sigh of relief.

Scrappy and Baby rush inside. Both of their eyes widening when they see me.

“Tyre marks leading west from the gates.” Scrappy informs.

My dad turns to everyone ordering them around. Luckily for us, we have CCTV so we should be able to see where they went. With Grims’ connections, they can also look into the police security a tape, that’s if the club has kept their good connections with them. After what went down with the prospects, Big John and Marie, it was really tough but without them, it would have been worse.

When my Dad is done and it’s just my close family I stop them from wherever they’re going.

“I need to tell you something.” I announce and I instantly get all their attention.

“When we were outside, Strike came out of nowhere, he was waiting for something and when we went out, we gave him what he wanted.” I take a deep breath a carry on. “She pushed me away, tried to get me inside but one of his men caught me. He was saying some fucked up things to her.”

“What things?” Devlin cuts in.

“Similar to what she told me was on that letter.” I admit to him and he pales. “He hit her around the head and she fell. I watched as he pushed her to the floor.”

Tears drench my face and the blanket I clutch around myself. Lauren and Elise begin to cry beside me.

“He told me I had to tell you his plan.”

“Which is?” Devlin steps closer.

“He said he has taken what’s his, but he still wants his Raven.” I look to Lauren and she nods in understanding. “He’s willing to let her go, if he can have Lauren back but if he doesn’t have her in the next twenty-four hours, he won’t let you have Natasha and he will still want Lauren, as well as me and Elise.”

“Fuck!” Devlin shouts, kicking the boxes of rubbish beside the door. “We have to get her back!”

Grim rushes to Devlin, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close. “We will brother.”

“How?” He cries. It’s heart breaking seeing my brother like this.

“I don’t know yet, but we will.” He demands and I really want to believe him. I should without a doubt but now that I’ve seen Strike in person, I don’t know what’s going to happen. That man is terrifying and will obviously do anything to get what he wants.

Lauren ushers me away followed by my mother and Elise. We go to my room where she sits me on my bed and runs me a hot bath. As they fuss, all I can think about is how Natasha looked when she lay on the floor. I just pray to god she’s ok.

Fuck my head feels so sore! What the hell did I drink last night?

With my eyes still closed I roll over to feel Devlin but I don’t feel anything. No warm body, just cold emptiness. I snap my eyes open and when I see I’m not in Devlin’s bedroom back at the clubhouse everything that happened flashes back in an instant.

Oh my god Drew! I hope she’s ok. I don’t know what happened after I was knocked out but I know it can’t be good. I remember Strike talking about a plan of his and needing Drew’s help.

I take in my surroundings and something doesn’t feel right. In my experience with Strike, I always end up in a grotty dirty hell hole, but this place doesn’t feel so bad. That doesn’t sit well with me. Don’t get me wrong, this is no palace. It’s plain and the only colours that seem to be present are black and white but it’s clean. Strike doesn’t do clean.

I slowly sit up on the bed and look around the small bedroom I’m in. The only window in this room is high on the wall, way out of my reach and tiny. Even I wouldn’t be able to fit through that! Looks like the only way out of this place is that door. I slowly make my way over as if I’m secretly being watched and try to open the door but as I thought, it’s locked.

I turn to lean my back against the wall in frustration and then I find something very odd. On a table against the wall are two magazines. Frowning I make my way over to them and flick through them. They haven’t been tampered with or anything, just normal gossip mags.

In confusion, I sit back down on the bed. What the fuck?

This isn’t Strikes style at all!

Sweat drips down my body as I continue to punch as the fake body in front of me. I have to get this frustration out somehow.

Natasha has been gone for eight hours. Eight long fucking hours and we have no information on where she is! I’m going fucking crazy!

Shit, when I came looking for her I knew something was wrong. She was supposed to come straight back to me and join me in my room. When she wasn’t there, I just knew. I felt it deep in my gut and started looking for her. When I found my sister in a horrible state and Natasha gone, my heart dropped.

The fucker had got her back and I failed Natasha. I promised to keep her safe and I let him fucking have her. My woman!

“Dev.” I hear Scrappy from behind me.

“Get out.” I continue to punch.

“We will find her.” He steps next to the fake body punch bag. Does he realise he’s in a dangerous place right now? I would much rather hit a real man, pound my fists into actual flesh and get the reward of seeing blood from my efforts.

“We have no leads and I sure as hell won’t sacrifice the girls.” I growl, punching a little harder.

Scrappy hangs his head and sighs. “I got in touch with Bomber.”

That makes me pause for a second. “I thought you hated him.”

“I do.” He confirms. “But we need Tasha back and I think he’s our best bet.”

“Did you tell Prez?” I ask, knowing that he probably didn’t.

“No.” He smirks. “I had to have a private chat with him, there were a few things I needed to make clear.”

I knew exactly who that talk was all about, my little cousin Elise. Poor guy doesn’t want anyone sniffing around his baby sister and I can’t blame him. Nobody will ever be good for Elise or Drew but they have to find happiness somewhere. I can understand where he’s coming from though. Bomber was with the Devils. Granted he was undercover, but he still wore their patch and saw the fucked up things they did, maybe even took part.

I nod. “Tell me what you know.”

“He has the photos.” That’s all Scrappy says and it’s enough.

Bomber has the pictures of Strike’s sister, we have some leverage!

“Fuck!” I scream, pounding the bag again. “We still have to find Strike to let him know what we have!”

“Bomber can help with that too.” Scrappy face changes and I fully understand.

I remove my gloves, jaw clenched. “I’m taking a shower; meet me in my Dad’s office in ten minutes.”

We walk out the gym together, and as I leave towards my room, Scrappy stops me. “We will find her Dev. She’s your old lady right?”

I stare at him for a few seconds and think why the fuck not?

“Fucking right she is.” I have to find her, I have to officially make her mine and spend many fucking years making it up to her that I let her go through this shit again.

“Then she’s family and we protect family. We will have her back and soon have mini Devlin’s running around.”

I push him away as he jokes. “Fuck off, too soon bro!”

I jump into the shower, and even though Natasha isn’t with me, Scrappys’ words leave me weirdly with a good feeling. I want what he just said, but first I have to get my woman back.

As soon as I’m done showering, I throw on some clothes and rush to my Dad’s office. He’s on the phone when I walk in so I sit on one of the sofas until he’s finished.

He’s not saying much so I don’t know who he’s talking to and when he finally hangs up he asks me how I’m doing.

“What do you think?” I snap. “My woman is missing and we don’t know where the fuck she is!”

“I understand son, I’m only trying to help you.” He answers in a calm and level tone.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Inspector Folks.” He answers, that’s one of our police friends. “Didn’t have much to say. There’s a few security tapes showing that the truck went into town but then they end.”

“Why?” I ask.

“They only have access to local cameras, but he’s working on it for us.”

I nod, I get that people are trying, but it’s not quick enough. I need her with me now.

“I wanna see the tape.” I say.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My dad frowns.

My dad, Grim, Scrappy, Baby, Uncle Brace and even some brothers who aren’t related by blood have seen the CCTV of the moment Strike snuck up on Natasha and Drew. I still haven’t seen it. I know I shouldn’t because Grim told me if it was Lauren, he wouldn’t want to see that but I have to. I want to see what happened to her. If anything I just want to see her, the only photo I have of her is the one I snapped of her on my phone all those weeks ago. The one I pretended to delete, but I need more. I have to get her back.

“I have to see her.” I hang my head and I hear my Dad’s footsteps walk towards me. The sofa sags to my right as he sits beside me.

“I won’t let you watch it Dev, it’s not fucking nice to watch at all. Fuck, it made some of the brothers cry!” I didn’t know this.

“I have to get her back Dad.” I hide my tears from and he strokes my back.

I hear footsteps approaching and I man the fuck up. My dad removes his hand from my back and our moment is over. Scrappy walks in and looks between my father and me.

“You want me to come back later?” He asks.

“No, we have shit to do.” I quickly wipe at my eyes. “Tell my dad what you told me.”

Scrappy nods and then informs my dad what he had told me in the gym just thirty minutes ago.

“Well then,” my dad stands. “We have a church meeting to call.”

“Is that really needed?” I ask him, showing my frustration. “It’s wasting time, everyone will agree.”

“That may be true son but those are the rules.” My dad leaves his office to shout the beginning of church. There’s no need for phone calls or texts because everyone’s here.

“You trust Bomber?” Scrappy asks.

“I do.” I answer without a doubt. “What about you?”

“Despite how much I hate him and want the fucker to stay away from Elise, I do trust him where the club is concerned.” He crosses his arms across his chest, not looking happy about this at all.

“Then why ask?” I quiz him.

“Because what he’s said about the rat is pretty fucking serious. We need to completely trust what he has to say before we go in guns blazing and punish the bastard.” He cracks his knuckles, his eyes lighting up at the chance to see blood being split.

“It’s a serious thing he’s saying but what he’s told us seems legit. It matches with everything that’s fucked up lately. He says he has proof.” I can’t think what proof he has.

One thing is for sure, I feel it in my bones that we have a rat amongst us. If Bomber does prove that one of our own is working with a Devil, especially fucking Strike, then he’s dead. Without a doubt no matter who the fucker is, he’s dead man walking.