Badger's Claim (Devils Riot MC Book 7)

by E. C. Land

  “As for the shit about us not coming, we’re brothers, we have each other’s back no matter what,” Horse grumbles.

  Nodding my head, I wait for Twister to end church and head toward my room to grab my bag, making sure to put a few of Jordan’s things I thought she could use when I got her back. Including my Harley Davidson hoodie, she seems to have claimed as hers.

  Bag packed and ready to go, I head for the door. My brothers following behind me as I make it to my bike. Glancing toward our VP, I nod, letting him know I’m ready when he is and start my bike.

  Backing out, I fall in line next to Burner as the five of us head for the landing strip where Dean’s jet awaits our arrival.

  I only hope by the time we get to Ireland, we’re not too late in saving Jordan.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Jordan

  The moment the plane landed in Ireland, I knew in my gut something bad was about to happen to me. Something far worse than what I expected.

  “Get a move on Jordan we don’t have all day,” Kayne orders as he grips my arm to pull me up out of my seat.

  Wincing in pain as he tightens his hold, I follow him off the plane and to the waiting car.

  “About time you got her ass here.” I inwardly cringe at the sound of Kayne’s father, Kean’s voice. His venomous tone has always caused me to cower in fear.

  Probably because of everything Kayne and my dad have ever done, including what Kean orders them to do.

  “Apologies father, as I informed you several times, things were delayed in the fact I needed to decide if keeping Jordan my property was worth it. Which, as you can see, I have. There are a few hiccups still to get through, but I believe we should have them out of the way easily,” Kayne states, putting an arm around my shoulders.

  “I must agree with your son on this, the problems should be taken care of easily. All we need is for her to sign some documents and all will be taken care of,” my father says, nodding his head.

  “Then I suggest you get the documents together, Cormac, otherwise I will have no problem putting you in the ground. You failed to keep your daughter under control and refused to renegotiate the age of surrender of her. All because you were enjoying having her as your own personal toy,” Kean grinds out.

  “I already explained this to Kayne several times over Kean. Jordan’s mother would have sent those dumb ass bikers she spends her time with if she had an inkling of what was going on. Jordan’s punishments were always deserved when I gave them. You wanted her to be subordinate to your son as well as yourself.” Shrugging his shoulders, he turns his attention to stare out the window to watch the scenery as we go by even though the sun is barely up.

  “Kayne, we have a meeting with Miguel in a few hours. I suggest you put your property in a room, lock the key and get some rest before then. After that, Tomás has requested our presence in his home this evening. I’m hoping he has finally decided to allow negotiations for his daughter Bridget.” Kean barely has the girl’s name out before his son interrupts him.

  “I do not want anything to do with either of his daughters,” Kayne grinds out as he digs his fingers into my shoulder.

  “The contract wouldn’t be for you, rather myself I am looking for a new wife. It’s been several years now since your mother passed and I would love to have a new young piece to break in,” Kean states, ending the conversation by doing as my own father has done, watch the early morning scenery go by.

  Another twenty minutes or so passed before we pull up to a gate that immediately opens to allow us entrance.

  “Welcome to your new home, bréagán gnéis,” Kayne murmurs into my ear as the car pulls to a stop in front of the house. Or rather should I say mansion.

  Instead of saying anything, I remain quiet. I’d prefer to keep myself from being hurt right now. It’s gonna happen soon enough. Why provoke the inevitable, right?

  “Be ready by seven Kayne,” Kean orders before calling out for someone while making his way through the foyer.

  Without a word, Kayne drags me up a flight of stairs, down a long hallway to a room that he stops in front of. Pulling out a set of keys, he unlocks the door, opens it enough to step through with me right behind him.

  “You are to strip and get into bed.” Releasing me, Kayne closes the door, locking it before moving around the room, removing his clothes as he goes.

  Oh God, he’s going to force himself on me.

  “I told you to do something, bréagán gnéis.” A hand strikes my cheek, sending me to the floor from the force of it. “Now, get up and do as you’re told.”

  Nodding, I stand back up and with shaky hands, I remove my clothes though I leave my bra and panties on. If he wants those off, he’ll have to fight me. I refuse to allow him to take away the little bit of myself I’d found.

  Straightening my shoulders, I face Kayne ready for what’s to come.

  “You know, Jordan, you surprise me. Here I thought when the time came, you would end up boring me,” he chuckles.

  Meeting his gaze warily, unsure of what to do as I take in the malicious glint in his eyes. At his advance, I step back until the back of my legs hit something tripping me up and I fall backward landing on my ass.

  Ouch. That hurt.

  “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, such the clumsy one you are. You know better than to back away from me let alone meet my gaze. As I was saying, though, I’m delighted to see that your father didn’t completely break that fiery spirit I can see in your eyes. The one I look forward to watching fade out of you until you are nothing more than a shell of yourself. Only then will I allow you to succumb to the death you will be wishing for.” Kneeling down, Kayne grabs ahold of my hair and wrenches me up off the floor violently.

  Lifting my arms up, I cling to the hand he’s using to grip my hair. Clawing at it in hopes of him releasing me.

  All my attempt does is make Kayne laugh. “ You’re pathetic, you know that.” Chuckling, he sends me sailing into the side of the bed, where I collapse on the floor.

  Silent tears stream down my face as Kayne moves to hover over me, without so much as a word he grabs hold of my legs and drags me toward him.

  “I don’t have much time before I must prepare for my friend Miguel; however, I can have a little bit of fun with you,” he says, grinning as he looms over me.

  “Please don’t do this,” I plead, using my arms as a shield in hopes they will protect me from whatever he’s planning to do.

  “Oh, my sweet bréagán gnéis, I intend to do this and more. Though I may wait for Miguel to get here. See he and I have a sort of arrangement when it comes to women we take under us. In fact, I’ll tell you about the first one we shared together,” he grins, running the back of his hand along my cheek down to my neck where he grabbed ahold of me. His grip tight enough I have to struggle to breathe.

  “Her name had been Jane, very simple name for the beauty she’d been. We’d had her strapped down almost in the way I have you lying, though her arms had been tied to the post of the bed in Miguel’s room. He’d fallen for this bitch watching her from afar for almost a year before he kidnapped her from outside her home. Together we broke her in. The way he and I will do to you. Tell me, bréagán gnéis, did that bastard take all of your innocence or did he at least leave me something?” I suck in a deep breath as Kayne releases my throat.

  Turning to my side is the best attempt to keep from going into a coughing fit. I’d learned to do this when my dad would choke me the way Kayne was just doing.

  However, Kayne seems to have other plans than let me regain my breath. Grabbing my arm, he yanks me off the floor and tosses me on the bed. Before I can react, he has my body encased by his as he straddles my waist.

  Closing my eyes tightly, I pray for death. I don’t want to go through what he started to describe him and whoever this Miguel person did to that girl.

  “I’d love more than anything to take you right now, but I don’t have time for what I have in mind. Instead, I think I’ll just begin p
art of your punishment,” Kayne states as he brings a fist down on my face.

  Screaming out in pain, I attempt to block any more blows only to have him grab both my wrists in his other hand. Leaning forward, he grinds his crotch into my face while lifting my arms over my head, latching both wrists in the cuffs he had ready and waiting.

  Once he has me secured, the sick bastard pulls back to give me a leering grin. Running his hands down my body, he grips my nipples, pinching them hard enough I know they will have bruises.

  Climbing off of me, Kayne moves across the room. Opening a draw, he pulls something out. I can’t see what it is until he turns to come back to the bed.

  I feel my body pale at the sight of the wicked blade in his hand.

  Oh shit.

  Twirling the blade in his hand, Kayne ambles over to the bed. Keeping my gaze on the knife in his hand rather than his face, scared to have that anywhere near me.

  As he gets to the side of the bed, Kayne places the tip to my skin, running it up my body. By the time he gets to my throat, I’m shaking violently while waiting for him to do more than scare me with it.

  “You realize how easily I could sink this into your skin? I could end your life with a simple press into your throat, you could easily be bleeding out in seconds,” chuckling Kayne pushes the blade into my skin, and I clench my eyes closed in pain. “Funny, this is how I’d ended that girl I was telling you about. When we’d finished with her body, Miguel gave me this knife and I’d slit her throat from one end to the other, all while Miguel was still planted inside her. It was a beautiful sight.”

  Removing the blade from my neck, Kayne runs a finger through the trickles of blood he drew.

  “Get some rest Jordan the fun is just beginning, and I can hardly wait to play,” Kayne orders as he places the knife on the nightstand and flips the light off. Yanking the covers out from underneath me, he climbs in, covering both of us up, making sure to tuck me in before he rolled over.

  Staring into the darkness of the room, I try not to panic. I thought I knew what I had to fear only to find it’s nothing compared to what’s to come. The feeling I had when we landed here in Ireland has nothing on the coiling my stomach is feeling now.

  I really wish I knew what I did to piss off the fates. I mean seriously, why am I their punching bag? They allow me to be taken from one hell, show me what it’s like to be with a man I love only to throw me into the fire of a demon who I should have known would be more sadistic than I originally thought.

  Closing my eyes, I go to the only place I can now to escape the world that I will have to endure. Bringing up an image of Badger in my mind, I feel the tears pricking my eyes as I see his smiling face.

  I hope he knows just how much I love him and that he will be able to move on from me. He deserves so much more than I was able to give him.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Badger

  The moment my feet hit the ground in Ireland I thought I’d throw up from the flight. After this shit, I’m not ever fuckin’ flying again. In fact, I think I’ll beat the shit out of Kayne and that piece of shit asshole who has no right to be called Jordan’s father.

  “Here we are, boys. Welcome to Ireland,” Dean announces as the jet comes to a stop. “Now, before we get off, I must inform you all of a few details that I could not do before. Not with Jackson there. I like Jackson and his men, though the toe the line of justice doing what they feel is right, I couldn’t chance him finding out this knowledge. However, I know two of you here will find this quite interesting. Have you heard the name Miguel Diaz?”

  Glancing in my brothers’ direction, I feel the fury instantly rolling off of Rage and Burner.

  “What the fuck does he have to do with any of this?” Rage growls.

  “Because Miguel may be a part of the Diaz Cartel; however, he works closely with Kayne and his father Kean,” Dean informs us.

  “Son of a bitch,” Burner mutters.

  “Why are you telling us now about Miguel?” Horse questions.

  “I’m telling you this now for a couple reasons. One is due to Kean and his son thinking we don’t suspect them of the association with Miguel. Another being, you don’t want to go into their stronghold without knowing exactly what you’re walking into. Last, I’m hoping you’ll be able to help me stop whatever Kayne and Miguel intend but also Kean from his attempt in gaining the contract I have with Tomás’ daughter. Though, I don’t know her or intend to actually be with her, I at least want to get her away from this world,” Dean states.

  At Dean’s admission, I want to not only punch him in the face for keeping this information; however, I get why he did it. Glancing in my brothers’ direction, I can see the contemplation in their faces as they take in this new information.

  The fact is more than just Jordan’s life being in danger is in play.

  “Got no problem helping you, Dean, though, I need to know everything you have on Miguel and his association with Kayne and his father,” Burner growls.

  “Kean and Miguel’s father used to do business together years ago before he was found dead in his home. Rumors have it that he and more than half his men were found slaughtered throughout the property with Raúl dead in his bed, a knife embedded in his eye socket.” Dean pauses while he focuses on Rage and Burner.

  “From what I’d heard, Miguel had taken a girl and killed her; however, I’d found it interesting when Kean’s wife called my own father crying to him. Begged him to come save her. She informed him she’d witnessed her son and another Miguel hurting a girl only before Kayne slit the poor girl's throat.”

  A cry of anguish comes from beside me as Burner drops to his knees. My gut twists at the realization of what exactly Dean is saying. The girl he’s talking about was Rage’s sister, Burner’s fiancée.

  Motherfucker.

  “ They’re dead— every last one of them,” Rage’s voice turns dangerously cold as he places a hand on Burner’s shoulder.

  “I’ll burn them all alive for what they did to my Janey.” Burner growls as he regains composure. Standing, he straightens his shoulders, “Miguel will meet the end by my hands. This time, he won’t get away from me.”

  “We’ll get them all brother, don’t you worry about that,” Rage says nodding.

  “Let’s get the fuck off this jet, find where they’re at, snag Jordan and burn all them motherfuckers to the ground,” Horse barks.

  “I have an SUV waiting for us,” Dean declares.

  Nodding, we all grab our bags and get off the plane.

  As we get into the vehicle, my mind keeps bringing up images of Jordan beaten and battered from when I’d found her months ago.

  Fuck, I don’t want to have to see her that way again.

  “Brother, we’ll get her back,” Hades murmurs next to me.

  “Yea I know we will. Doesn’t stop my mind from visualizing her the way she’d looked when I found her last time,” I tell him shaking my head.

  “I get what you’re saying. We all do. The thought of Emerson going through all she did still gives me nightmares. Some nights they’re so vivid I wish I could bring Booker back only to kill him all over again,” Hades reveals. I’d been there then too when we’d found Emerson hanging in that room. Can’t blame him for still having nightmares. He’d almost lost Emerson that day.

  “Same here, brother, I still say Flame got off to fuckin’ easy with only a few bullets to his body. I hope he’s fuckin’ rotting in the darkest depths of Hell for what he put my ol’ lady through. He not only tortured her, but I lost four years without her cause of him,” Horse says, turning in his seat to face us. “Kenny may not have the nightmares anymore, but I do. When I wake up in the morning, she knows and each time my woman takes those lingering feelings away by showing me just how real she is.”

  “Enough of this shit, you all were able to save your women. I wasn’t. My Janey is fuckin’ gone so I know what it actually feels like to have lost the one person meant for me,” Burner roars, slamming
his fist into the side window. From the force of the hit, I’m surprised the window didn’t shatter.

  At his outburst, we all fall silent as the tension fills the space between us all.

  “I know what it’s like,” Mitch, Dean’s right-hand man, says softly moments later from the front seat. He’d been silent throughout the entire ride. Only speaking to Dean when he’d needed to. “Long story short— had a wife, we’d just found out she was pregnant the day before she’d been taken. Took me almost a month to find her only I didn’t find her whole. She’d been mutilated. I’d barely been able to recognize her if not for the small tattoo she’d had on her ankle.” Shaking his head, Mitch turned back to face the front.

  “Sorry, man,” Burner mutters. “Look, let’s get this shit over with. If Miguel is there, I’ll deal with him then. If not, I’ll worry about him another day. Been wanting his blood for years now. Either way, he’s a dead man, same as Kayne for his part.”

  “Then let’s get a move on, shall we?” Dean says all to calmly with a smile on his face.

  “Yeah,” I mutter in response. I’m ready to get this over with. To have my ol’ lady back in my arms. I don’t want to have to feel the agony that Burner has felt for his woman.

  I don’t think I’d ever be able to overcome something so painful.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Jordan

  “Wake up. Time to have some fun,” Kayne’s voice draws me out of sleep. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep in the first place. My arms feel like little sharp needles prickling through my skin.

  Leaning over me, Kayne uncuffs my wrists from the shackles he must keep connected to his bed. I don’t even want to think of what he does with those.