[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (16 page)

question. You don’t think she’s in the house do you?”

“If your fucked up cousin is involved in this shit, then no. He

takes girls, not kills them, remember?” Devon nodded, rubbed the

back of his neck and tried to get himself under control. “Okay,

bring Dane here to my place. I’ll call someone I know personally to

look at him and I’ll call Blaine. Devon, we need to move fast here.

That shing-dig starts tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about twenty,” Devon hung up and went

over to Dane. “We’re taking him to Darius’s place.”

“What?” Kera gasped. “Are the two of your out of your damn

minds? He needs a doctor.”

“And Darius is taking care of it.” With a groan, he picked up

Dane’s limp form and walked over to the car. “Open the back

door.”

Kera rushed to the door opened it and quickly went around

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the other side where she put Dane’s head once more in her lap.

“You guys are crazy.”

“You just now figured that out?”

Devon slammed the door closed, got back into the driver’s

seat and pealed out. He took the back roads towards Darius’s

home, and was thankful he did. It wasn’t long before he heard the

sound of sirens off in the distance coming closer.

Darius Alistair’s home was just about as large as Blaine’s. The

grounds were green, trees in full bloom and lined up along the

long driveway. He didn’t have a stable, but did have a guest

house, pool house and one big ass pool with a slide that reached

up to one of the windows on the second floor.

Darius was waiting for them at the drive. He waved his hands

in the air until Devon stopped right in front of him. As usual, Darius

was dressed in ratty looking jeans, tight white t-shirt and shit

kicker boots.

“The doc I have coming is going to meet you in the guest

house,” Darius said, poking his head into the window. He looked

at Kera then Dane. “I got another call after you. The party’s back

on and I have a personal invite just for having the name of

Alistair.” He looked back at Devon. “Was told something young

might interest me.”

“Shit,” Devon sighed.

“What’s that mean?” Kera asked.

“It means that Samara’s sister is up for sale,” Darius

answered. “Come on.” He hit the door and stood back up. “Get

Dane into the house and park the car in back of it. We don’t need

eyes watching us.”

Devon nodded and turned the car towards the guest house. It

was a slight struggle to get Dane out of the back seat, but he

managed it. He had him in the bed when Darius walked in with a

man he didn’t know or had seen around town.

“Devon, my personal man and family Doctor. Ron Burton,”

Darius said.

Ron Burton was an old man, but he also had a look in his

eyes like he knew what the hell he was doing. His thin silver hair

was slicked back, the brown sweater hung from his bony

shoulders, and the black bag in his hand reminded Devon of

something he saw from the Mr. Rogers show.

“I’ll tell you right now, boy, this one needs a hospital.” Burton

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wiggled his finger at Dane. “There’s the smell of smoke on his

clothes. He might need more oxygen than what I have with me.”

“With what we’ve got going on right now, a hospital isn’t going

to hold him down,” Darius said, putting his arm around the old

man’s shoulders. “So please, do your magic and let’s keep this

between us. Okay?”

The old man shrugged his shoulders. “You pay the bills.”

Burton moved to the side of the bed, Kera stayed on the other

side, and Devon nodded to Darius to follow him out into the small

living room.

Guest house was more like a small apartment. It had a living

room, full of furniture, kitchen fully stocked, one bedroom and one

bathroom.

They both sat down in the chairs and faced each other.

“What’d Blaine say?”

“He’s going to look for Cameron. I’m going to the party alone,”

Darius stated, meeting Devon in the eye. “And I’ll buy her and

bring her back.”

“Just like that,” Dane crossed his arms over his chest,

watching Darius closely. There was something off with his friend,

something he couldn’t put his finger on.

“Got a picture of her?” Darius asked.

“No.”

“Well, that’s going to make things a bit hard, but I’ll make do.”

Darius slapped him on the shoulder and smiled. “Don’t worry so

damn much. I’ll get her and have her home before Dane wakes

up. And if he does before I get back, just let him know that I’m

taking care of the sister. Blaine’s going to see if he can find out

where the hell Samara is.”

“What if this doesn’t go as planned, Darius? You could put out

a lot of money here for nothing.”

“Then Dane can call it a wedding present. I’ve got to go.”

Devon watched him walk away. Once out of sight, he turned

and went back into the guest house where Dane was resting.

“He’s going to wake up with one nasty headache,” Burton

said. “Might even have a slight concussion. Aside from that, he’ll

live.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Devon sighed.

Burton nodded. “Once whatever it is that’s going down is

finished, I want to see this boy in my office. You let Darius know

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that please.”

“Will do.”

Kera came out of the bedroom just as the doctor left. “I don’t

like this, Devon.”

“I know you don’t.”

“It’s dangerous,” she hissed. “You need to get the cops

involved in this.”

“Kera, they haven’t been able to crack the smuggling that’s

been going on around here in over a year. Do you really think

they’re going to be able to help us find Samara or her sister?”

“Cameron is dangerous.”

“I know that. Believe me, I know he’s dangerous and I know

it’s important to catch him. But it’s also important for us to all stick

together. Dane’s going to need everyone’s help here.”

“Well, I still don’t like it!” she snapped, turned and went back

into the bedroom.

“And you won’t let me forget it either,” Devon sighed, following

her.

* * * *

the top of the steps that lead inside an old Victorian house. He

shook the hand. “You look just like your father.”

“So I’ve been told,” Darius remarked. “I have to say I’m a bit

surprised about your invitation. Last I had heard our name had

been taken off the list.”

The man that greeted him only smiled over his shoulder at

Darius. He didn’t stop walking but led Darius deeper into the

house to a closed door. It opened and they went down a set of

stairs.

The whole lower floor of the house turned into a large

showroom. The kind of showroom one would find in a sleazy,

cheep, porn show. Darius was taken to a closed, sound proof

room where wine chilled in some ice; a large oversize chair faced

a thick glass window with red drapes blocking whatever view

happened to be on the other side. The room even had a bid

button for Darius to pace his bid on whatever girl he wanted.

“We have a nice selection tonight,” the man said as he

handed a pamphlet to Darius, who took his seat. “Five fresh ones

all ranging in ages.”

“Which are?” Darius tried to act uninterested as he flipped

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through the pages of the girls. All appeared a bit drugged when

the photos were taken.

“Oldest is just twenty and our youngest on the last page only

sixteen.”

Darius flipped to the last page and lost his breath. The girl he

saw was indeed still a child, but one that would turn out to be

something of a vision once all grown up.

Thick black hair, dark eyes with long lashes. He couldn’t make

out the body since the photo was of her face only, but that face of

hers would haunt him. Darius knew that without a doubt. Her full

lips, heart shape face, creamy skin—yep, for sure she was going

to haunt him.

“Pretty girl,” he stated. “How much?”

“Price on her should reach the millions. We have other clients

here that like them that fresh.”

“And how much to skip all the bullshit?” Darius stood back up,

facing the man who led him down here. “What’s the price to have

her right now?”

“Mr. Alistair I’m not in the position to do that.” The laugh that

came forth sounded nervous.

“Three million.” Darius saw him sweat now. One bead slipped

down the side of his face and his eyes seemed to light up.

“Mr. Alistair. That really wouldn’t be fair to the other bidders.”

“Why don’t you go check it with your boss? I’m sure he’ll

consider my offer.”

The man nodded, turned and walked out. Darius looked at the

photo again. Without a doubt he knew that this was his Makayla.

His? Where the hell did that thought come from?
Standing in this

room, staring at her photo, Darius knew without a doubt that she

would be his in time.

It felt like over an hour before the gentleman who brought him

down here came back. Darius was pacing the floor, waiting for

some kind of answer so he could form the next plan of action on

getting Makayla out of here.

“Five million.”

Darius smiled slowly. He couldn’t help himself, or believe that

it would be that easy to get Makayla off the auction block. “I’m

going to assume a check is acceptable.”

“But of course. Follow me please.”

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Dane woke up slowly. His head throbbed in pain and limbs felt

like they weighed a ton. He winced when he tried to open his

eyes, the brightness in the room causing his head to pound even

harder. Even his mouth had a funny taste in it.

“Samara,” he rasped the name out, his throat feeling like it

might close on him any moment.

“Here, drink some water,” said a soft female voice, and a cup

touched his lips.

Dane sipped, almost moaning at the pleasure from the cold

water touching his dry sandpaper throat. “Samara.”

“She’s not here, Dane.”

That soft statement gave him the strength to open his eyes.

Kera sat next to him, the cup of water in her hand and concern

filled her eyes. Glancing around the room he knew right off that he

wasn’t in his bed or home.

“He burned it, didn’t he?” he asked. She nodded.

“Motherfucker.”

“Darius went to get Makayla,” Kera said. “And Blaine is on his

way here. Devon’s in the other room on the phone with him I

think.”

“Where am I?”

“Darius’s guest house. Want some more water?”

He nodded and she helped him drink, then to sit up in the bed,

“Thanks.” His head felt like a band was going off inside.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Devon stuck his head in, a cell phone up

to his ear. “Yeah, Blaine, he’s awake. Okay I’ll see you when you

get here.” He put the phone in his pocket, crossed his arms over

his chest and stared at Dane. “How you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Look it too.”

Dane smiled for a second. “Cameron took them both.”

“Not surprised.”

The sound of a car pulling up had Dane tensing.

“I bet that’s Blaine,” Kera said, handing the cup to Devon. “I’ll

go get him.”

Once the door closed behind Kera, Dane looked Devon right

in the eye. “I’m going to kill him, Devon. I know he’s your cousin,

but I’m going to kill him for this.”

“Not if I beat you to it.”

The door opened and Blaine walked in. The dark scowl across

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his face had Dane’s stomach dropping.

“You up for an ass kicking?” Blaine asked Dane.

Not since they were kids and Blaine’s father knocked him

down once did Dane ever see his friend look so dangerous. But

then, Blaine was only a young teen and unable to stand up to his

old man back then. Demons haunted him, Dane knew that now. It

didn’t just start with Blaine being shipped off. No, something else

happened to his friend to make him look like a monster right now.

“You know where Cameron is,” Dane stated.

Blaine shook his head. “No, but I know where Samara is.”

It took a lot for Dane to get out of that bed and stand on his

own two feet. Once steady, he took a deep breath, facing both of

his best friends. “Then by all means, let’s go kick some ass.”

Slowly, a malicious smile spread across Blaine’s face. “Then

let’s go have some fun.”

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Samara paced the room, rubbed her arms, fearing what might

come. The room was something she half imagined a brothel room

might look like. No table or chairs, dim reddish lighting and a full

size bed. Even that bed had a red blanket and black sheets. And

even though she knew that she might be in some serious trouble,