[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (3 page)

Five months later

“Yes Devon, I understand that.” Dane rubbed his face and

groaned into his cell phone. He sat on his motorcycle in the

middle class district of town hoping to hear some news of what

was going on. So far all he’d heard were rumors. “But right now,

you need to understand that no one is talking. They are all just

assuming that the girls ran away.”

What Devon said next, he didn’t hear. Crossing the road right

in front of him was a girl he never saw before and she took his

breath away.

She was about five-five in height; tight, worn blue jeans

hugged her like a second skin. The t-shirt she wore also looked

like it had seen better days as did the shoes on her feet. She had

wheat color hair that reached to the middle of her back and the

way she walked spoke that she was the kind of girl no one

messed around with.

He watched her walk all the way into a small grocery store.

Only when the door closed, did he come back to his senses and

realize that he had lowered the cell phone, had his mouth opened

slightly, and was holding his sunglasses down on the bridge of his

nose.

Okay, so I bet I look like a complete ass right now.
“I’ll call you

back, Devon.” He hung up, swung his leg over the bike, and went

in the same direction as her.

Traffic, it seemed, decided to go against him right then. The

crossing light changed and a shit load of cars decided to proceed

across, which made him crossing during the light completely

impossible.

Patience wasn’t a strong quality for Dane; he didn’t have any.

When he wanted something, he tended to want instant

gratification and didn’t give a damn how he got it. And right now,

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he wanted to be in that store with that girl, finding out everything

he could about her.

When the light finally changed to green, he pretty much ran

across the street. He also knocked some woman over when he

tried to run in between two women for the door.

The second he walked in, everyone stopped what they were

doing, turned, and stared at him. Dane took a deep breath, pulled

his glasses from his face, and glanced around. He knew he

looked out of place. Hell, he
was
out of place.

A nod towards the clerk behind the counter and he was

moving to the right, looking down each row of food for the one girl

that he just had to see again.

She was breathtaking. The way she chewed on her thumb as

she looked over the food had him stopping in the middle of the

isle, just staring at her. When she bent over to pick something up,

her hair slipped over her shoulder and Dane wanted so much to

go over and catch it and press his face into the long silk and take

in her scent.

“Can I help you with something?”

Dane jumped and turned. The man from the counter was

behind him, looking at him as if he was about to steal something.

Quickly, Dane looked back at where the girl was, only to see she

was gone now.

“No, thank you,” Dane answered the clerk, moving away.

He found her at the counter, talking to someone he knew,

Tracy Port, a girl he once dated a very long time ago. Now, she

was married and working here it seemed.

Slowly, Dane made his way up to the counter, his eyes never

leaving her. Okay, maybe they looked her over, but he sure as

hell wasn’t going to let her out of his sight yet. Nothing like this

had ever happened to him before. He had never felt like this

before.

Sure, he had lusted after the girls and got that, ‘I have to have’

feeling, but this time it was different. It all felt different. This time,

he didn’t just want one night with her, he wanted many nights.

“I’m sorry, I can’t extend the credit anymore,” Tracy told the

girl. “Max was very clear about your account.”

“Tracy, if I don’t go home with something my father is going to

kill me!” Dane heard the desperation in her sweet voice. “Can’t

you do something?”

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“I wish I could,” Tracy sighed.

“Here, let me.” Dane didn’t think, he only acted. He dug into

his pocket, pulled out some cash and handed it to Tracy. “Let her

have whatever she needs. I’ll cover it.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Her mouth, her sweet full lips thinned

out in a smile that spoke of embarrassment.

“I insist,” Dane nodded to Tracy, who quickly bagged up the

food. He took it and handed it to her.

“Thanks, but I—” Her face reddened, but she surprised him by

taking the bag. When she looked up at him, Dane knew, without a

doubt, that he was just knocked on his ass by a woman he knew

nothing about.

The bell on the door rang again, and this time, a young girl

came rushing in. She ran right up to the counter, breathing hard,

looking panicked.

“He’s coming,” she panted to his mystery girl. “He knows

you’re out of the house.”

“Shit,” the girl gasped.

Without saying a word, she took the bag and ran out of the

store with the younger girl right next to her. Dane was about to

follow, but stopped when Tracy spoke behind him.

“You might as well forget about that one, Dane.”

Dane tore his eyes from the door and looked back at Tracy.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know that look.” Tracy shook her head and leaned forward

on the counter towards him. “And that is not the kind of girl you’re

going to get for one of your famous one night stands.”

Dane took a deep breath and grinned. “Tracy, I don’t do that

shit anymore.”

She snorted, “Since when?”

“Who is she?”

“Oh no!” Tracy shook her head and pushed herself back up

straight. “I’m not helping you with your next conquest. Forget it!”

“Tracy—”

Again she shook her head. “No. N.O.”

“Come on. Don’t make me beg, because you know I will,” he

chuckled.

“And why would I help you?”

“Tell you what, you help me out by giving me all the

information on her, and I’ll help your husband out with the stock

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market before you two go so deep in debt, that there will never be

a way for you to get out of it.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Honey, that’s my playground. I know all the players, and just

for good measure, the stock he’s looking into now is about to

crash.”

He saw her chew on the inside of her lip and it took a hell of a

lot of will power for him not to smile.

“Fine, but you better stop him tonight.”

He picked up a pen, took one of the napkins, and wrote down

one of the best stocks that was about to climb. Once finished, he

folded it up and waited for her to talk.

“You know, you’re a real shit.”

“I know, now spill.”

“There isn’t much to tell about her really. Her name is Samara

Tabor. Her father pretty much keeps her pinned up in the house,

especially with all the girls that have gone missing and all. Her

sister, Makayla, does most of the shopping. And like many of the

families around here, they’re broke as hell.”

Samara, huh? Nice.
“So he doesn’t like her to go out at all?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “Rumor has it he’s planning on

either arranging a marriage or selling her. Don’t know which.”

Dane thought about it. “Oh, I know that look. You’re very

interested. Why?”

“Thanks, girl.” He slid the napkin toward her. “Have him invest

in that tonight at midnight.” He pushed away from the counter and

got two steps away before she called him back.

“What have you got planned? No one gets near her, Dane.

Her father is a nasty bastard and there is no way in hell someone

like you is going to get any closer to her than what you have just

now.”

Dane couldn’t resist smiling over his shoulder at her, “Watch

me.”

“Oh, this, I definitely have to see,” Tracy smiled back.

* * * *

on the side of her cheek sent Samara Tabor crashing to the floor.

“And where the fuck did this food come from? I didn’t give you any

money for it.”

She tasted blood inside her mouth, and tears formed behind

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her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound. Casting a quick glance

towards the bedroom, she saw Makayla watching, crying softly.

“Get up, you worthless bitch!” Ryland Tabor grabbed Samara

by the hair, jerking her back to her feet. With his free hand, he

took hold of her jaw roughly, turning her face. “You better not

bruise. He doesn’t want to see marks anywhere on your sorry,

ass!” With a shove, she went stumbling backwards. “Where are

the pictures?”

Samara rubbed the side of her face with the back of her hand.

“I didn’t take them.”

The rage she saw in her father’s eyes had her taking another

step back. “What?!” he yelled.

“I’m not going to take those pictures. You can beat me all you

want, but I’m not going to do those. It’s disgusting!”

“You’ll do as you’re told.” He stormed up to her, grabbing hold

of her throat, cutting off some of her air supply, “Or so help me

God…” He didn’t finish his statement, only dragged her to the

closet.

He tossed her inside violently, and then he slammed the door

and locked it. Samara got up on her knees, peeked through the

keyhole, and tried to listen to see what her father was going to do

next.

The crying that came from Makayla had her screaming and

banging on the door to be set free. She could hear the strap

landing on her sister, all because she refused to take more of

those damn photos, now she was locked in the fucking closet

powerless to stop any of it. It was the first time he ever beat

Makayla and he did it because
she’d
refused to take nude photos

of herself, touching her body for him to sell.

It was bad enough that she had dressed up as a whore for

someone who came once a month to see her. He kept himself in

the shadows of the room, the only light shined on her in the

skimpy, see-through outfits that her father made her wear for the

perverted silhouette that paid only to watch. The whole incident

had her cringing, just thinking about it.

At first, it all started out somewhat simple. She was to dress

and take pictures in different poses in the nighties and teddies that

this unseen sick fuck had sent. After a couple months, it

progressed to her dressing up and standing in the same room to

be viewed, like a cow at auction, by the bastard. Last month, he

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blindfolded her and touched her body. Now, he wanted nude

shots of her playing with herself. Samara was sickened by the fact

that her father felt this was a justifiable means of making money

and paying debts. She also felt degraded and frustrated at the

unknown shadow of a man that felt it necessary to view her and

supposedly get off on it, knowing she was performing against her

will.

The screaming stopped, footsteps passed the locked door,

and the front door slammed shut. Samara couldn’t breathe out a

sigh of relief yet, because she didn’t know what kind of condition

her sister was in.

Time seemed to stop, at least for her in the closet. Maybe an

hour or two went by before she heard him come back. Again, the

front door slammed shut, and with it the lock on her door turned.

Light came in, blinding her. Ryland once more grabbed her by her

hair, pulling her out. He shoved her into the kitchen where she

landed on the floor.

“I want supper. Get to cooking, you piece of shit,” he ordered.

Samara only nodded, got to her feet, and began cooking the

food she had picked up earlier. She made a beef stew, rich with

vegetables, potatoes, and meat. She warmed up leftover bread

and set it all out on the table for him. Whatever was left, she and

her sister shared, which was usually not much unless she could

make extra without him knowing about it.

He ate like a pig, slopping and eating just about everything he

could stuff in his face. He made it
very
apparent he didn’t want

them to eat much.

The second he was finished, she went to work at clearing the

table and cleaning up. Thankfully, this time, there was enough

stew left for both of them to eat and go to bed with their hungers

somewhat fulfilled.

Like always, after Ryland finished eating, he grabbed the

whiskey bottle. He went back to his room, which he kept locked

because that was where the television was kept, along with

anything else he didn’t want to share with his daughters. Only

upon hearing that door close and the lock slipped, did she put the

left-over stew in two bowls, grab the first aid kit, and rush to

Makayla.