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Nevaeh shakes her head, her body visibly trembling. “If they’re here, he . . . he . . . he could be here. He could take me away again. I trusted him. They do trust him,” she whispers, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her eyes close, and she shakes her head. I’m sure in order to shake off the memories.
“Who, baby? Who are you talking about?” I ask, swiping the tears with one hand and brushing her hair from her face with the other. “Told you, you’re safe with me, and I won’t let anything happen to you. None of my brothers will let you go through what you’ve been through ever again. We’ve got you. Remember, you’re safe. You are safe with me especially. I’m not about to let anyone touch my woman. Never again.”
Slowly, Nevaeh opens her eyes, her breath hitching, and she leans against my chest, arms wrapping around me tightly.
“Talk to me, Nevaeh,” I murmur and press a kiss to the top of her head.
“It was my birthday when I was taken. I told you,” she whispers, keeping her head on my chest, “I was having a good time. The party was at the clubhouse. It was getting late, my friends were all heading out, and I knew it was time for me to go up to the house. My parents live within walking distance of the clubhouse.” Lifting her head, she steps back, wraps her arms around herself, and I watch as she turns away from me. “I was heading to the house, my parents and brothers were still at the clubhouse, the party switching to a typical weekend party with the clubsluts showing. Anyway, that was when he . . . he came. I wasn’t scared of him. He’d been around the whole day to celebrate with us for my birthday. Then just as we made it to the house, he stuck me with a needle in the neck and dragged me to his truck.”
My anger starts to consume me the more she tells me, and I want nothing more than to go out there and find the fucker. First, I have to know whoheis. I go to ask just that, but Nevaeh keeps going.
“I woke up in some dump, I can still remember the smell of it. It was horrible. I remember choking on my own vomit because of the tape covering my mouth. He made sure to humiliate me before he gave me over to ‘Master’. He explained he was sick of Daghda having everything. The perfect family. The club. Everything. While he was nothing but a simple member and nothing more.”
“Who is the motherfucker?” I demand, barely containing the rage inside me.
Nevaeh brings her gaze to mine, that bottom lip of hers trembling, eyes filled with tears, and when she speaks again, she breaks my heart. “He took my virginity when he raped me that night while ‘Master’ watched. I endured him hurting me, taking me, bruising me, and then leaving me beaten at the ‘Master’s’ feet.”
“Tell me who the fuck he is, Nevaeh,” I demand once again, rage flowing through my veins. I know I’ll do anything to find the motherfucker and make him pay for what he did to my woman when she was still a kid. It might have been her eighteenth birthday, but that doesn’t matter. She was still too damn young.
Nevaeh’s breath hitches as she meets my gaze and answers me. “My uncle. Dad’s brother.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
NEVAEH
The moment I spilled my secret to Maverick, I felt the air shift in the room. His features turned ragged. Almost tormented, and it did something to me. It’s as if he was feeling the pain of what I went through.
“Maverick,” I whisper, getting his attention, though I didn’t have to. Those eyes of his were focused on me. So focused, it’s as if they’re burning with intensity, if that could ever make sense. “Maverick,” I call his name again and bite my lip nervously. He takes this in and steps toward me, snagging me around the waist.
“Swear to fuck, Nevaeh, that fucker will pay for what he did to you. I’ll make sure of it,” he says, voice gruff and harsh, almost as if he’s in pain at what I’d endured.
“I don’t want you to do anything, Maverick,” I utter, shaking my head.
“Too late, Sweets,” he growls, his hand going up to tangle in my hair while his other tightens around me. “You’re my fuckin’ woman, and I’ll do every damn thing in my power to make sure nothing happens to you again. I’ll also ensure those who have fucked you over in the past pay for your pain.” Tilting his head forward, he presses his forehead to mine, and our noses brush against each other. He lets out a harsh breath and squeezes me tighter. “Fuckin’ do anything for you.”
My heart skips a beat at those five words, and I know without a doubt he’s not joking around. Shoot, he’s made sure of that since he made his play to make me his. Maverick’s been honest. Not once has he pushed me for more, and he’s here, right here, holding me, promising me something I want more than anything, and that’s him. But more than that, he’s promising that nothing will ever happen to me again. I knew I’d already fallen for him. But in this one moment, I fall completely head over heels for him.
I slide my arms up and around his neck. “You’re everything to me,” I murmur on a breath, and his body jerks slightly, his head coming up in order for him to meet my gaze. He stares searchingly into my eyes, lets out a harsh breath, and groans.
“Fuck me, Nevaeh, you can’t say shit like that.” He slides his hand at my waist down to cup my bottom. “It makes me want to fuck you, and you’re not ready for that.”I open my mouth to say something, but he presses a kiss to my lips, stopping me. “But I’m telling you now, Sweets, my mouth will be between your legs later.”
“Okay.” I nod, not able to say anything else. What else could I say? Really. I want that and more.
“Good, now we’re gonna get a shower together, make this quick, and then get out there and find out answers to what the hell is going on and how they found you.”
Again, I nodded because as much as it scares me, I want to know as well.
I also need to know if . . . if anyone else knows.
Maverick drops his hands from my hair and bottom, takes my hand, and for the first time ever, he strips me naked before getting in the shower with me. It’s an intimate moment, but he does nothing more than care for me in the only way he’s ever been able to do. Underneath the spray of the water, he holds me to him, my naked body pressed to his, seeping up his warmth, his presence letting me know I’m safe. That no matter what happens next, I’m safe with him.
* * *
“You ready?” Maverick asks, pulling his cut up over his shoulders.
After our shower, we dried off and dressed, neither of us saying a word.
Staring at him now, I take him in wearing his seriously faded jeans, motorcycle boots on his feet. The shirt he put on is one of my favorites. It’s a gray Metallica shirt that fits perfectly against him and shows off his body without it being completely tight. Then there’s his cut that he’s wearing. On his head, he’s got his hat on backward. He looks ready for anything. I also know this because I watched him put the shoulder holster on before he threw his cut on. I knew he had two guns on him.
