Linc (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 3)

by Hart, Lane

  “Guess so,” Mace says as we all climb out of the truck and start lookin’ for a door. When we finally find the single door I turn the handle, but it’s locked. I bang my knuckles on it, so loud it sounds like it shakes the whole building. I’m poised to knock again when it finally pushes outwardly open, forcin’ the three of us to take a step back.

  An average lookin’ man in jeans and a tee with a recedin’ hairline squints his eyes at us before asking, “Mace, what are you doing here?”

  “Hey, Bobby. We’re looking for Claire,” Mace tells him. “You seen her?”

  “Nope.” He answers way too quickly, with a smile. He didn’t even fuckin’ think about it.

  “You sure about that?” I ask, gettin’ into his face to let him know I’m not messin’ around.

  “Linc Abrams, right?” The guy laughs. “Awesome getting to watch you fuck sweet, little Claire. You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

  I grab the front collar of his shirt and tighten my fist so the fabric is chokin’ him as I move him into the warehouse. “We’re comin’ in to look for her.”

  The man’s hand moves along his side and then the barrel of a fuckin’ gun is diggin’ into my abs. “Get your hands off me now or I’ll blow a hole right through you and your friends,” he warns.

  My entire body freezes, realizin’ just how close to death I am. I’ve never had a gun pulled on me before, and I admit, it’s scary as fuck knowin’ a smaller, weaker man could easily take me, one of the best fighters in the world, out with just a little firepower. Now I know what the detective meant about being too cocky. I never considered he’d have a gun. I’m sleep deprived and stressed the fuck out worried about Claire.

  “Back off, Linc,” Mace warns, like I haven’t figured that shit out for myself. I force my fingers to let go of the asshole’s shirt and he immediately retreats, still holdin’ his gun steadily on me. “Sorry, Bobby, we’re just worried about Claire and haven’t heard from her since last night. Will you let us know if you see her?” Mace asks tryin’ to diffuse the situation.

  “Yeah,” the fucker smirks. “I’m sure she’s fine. In fact, I bet you’ll even be seeing her star in a few more films real soon. Don’t worry, Vito will take care of her and Mandy as long as you all stay the fuck away from here.”

  Son of a bitch! It takes all of my restraint not to say fuck it and attack him, despite the threat of a gun.

  “Now, if you know what’s good for ya, you’ll stay the fuck out of Vito’s way. Got it?” he asks.

  Without respondin’, I turn and head back to the truck, hopin’ we’ve got enough recorded with the wire for the detective to get a warrant. As soon as we pull down the dusty road, I’m on my phone.

  “She’s in there, and you’ve gotta get her out now!” I yell at the detective when he answers.

  “Fuck. I know, I heard,” he responds, blowin’ out his breath. “We’ll take this to a superior court judge and see if they’ll give us a warrant.”

  “You better do whatever the fuck it takes or we’ll load up and go back in there ourselves!”

  “I’ve got my .40 on me,” Mace says from the back, makin’ me turn to look at him in shock. His head’s hangin’ in his hands when he adds, “Didn’t think it would do much good against however many fuckers are in there.”

  “No! I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear you or him say anything about guns,” the detective yells in my ear “If you do that we’ll lose any element of surprise we’ve got and you’ll all end up dead. Get. The hell. Outta there. You need to let us handle Vito and his guys. We need to move Mandy to another hospital, ASAP. Her condition is…declining, so why don’t you all go help with that?”

  “How long is it goin’ to take you? Who knows what the fuck-” My voice cracks with emotion unable to even think of what Claire might be goin’ through. I feel so goddamn impotent, not being able to storm into the warehouse and find her. Knowin’ she’s in there and I can’t help her…

  “I promise you we’ll move as fast as possible, and I’ll call you with any updates. But you’ve got to leave this part to us and trust me. We have to do it right so we can lock these fuckers up for a long time.”

  “Fine,” I say in resignation, knowin’ I don’t really have any other choice, and end the call.

  “This is all your fucking fault,” Mace mutters, each of his words slicin’ through me. “Mandy is hanging on by a goddamn thread and Claire…she’s in there doing God only knows what…because of you.”

  “I know and I’m sorry-”

  “Sorry isn’t gonna save my sisters!” he yells. “Fuck you and your apology. She’ll never fucking forgive you for this shit.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Claire

  My teeth are chattering against each other non-stop, my entire body shivering underneath the thin covers of the bed used not for comfortable sleeping, but for sex scenes. I’m groggy, barely able to hold my eyes open from exhaustion. I fight the pull of sleep, trying to force myself to stay awake.

  After standing in the shower for who knows how long with a camera in my face, or more specifically, between my legs, Vito finally said I’d done an acceptable job of faking an orgasm. Then he finally let me see Mandy.

  More tears slip down my cheeks, remembering how pitiful she was, lying in a hospital bed, unconscious with a tube down her throat, taped over her mouth, helping her breathe. She looked like she may never wake up, and it breaks my heart that I’m not there with her. I don’t know what they did to her, if they pumped her full of drugs or if someone in the hospital is working for Vito, keeping her sedated. At this point, I’m so cold, exhausted and emotionally drained that I’m starting to think I may never get out of here to see her.

  The door opens and quickly closes again, making me go still as I listen to try and figure out who it is and what they want now. There’s not much fight left in me. I’m too tired and weak to even lift my head. I feel hopeless knowing that there’s absolutely nothing I can do for myself or for Mandy.

  Vito appears before me, alone, with that stupid smug grin on his face. He reaches and runs a finger down the side of my face, making me recoil. “Good evenin’ darlin’,” he says. “Cold? Hungry? I’ll warm you up and then have them bring you something to eat. If you’re ready to sign some contracts and agree to my deal, maybe I’ll even give you a ride to the hospital.”

  I perk up at the mention of leaving here and actually getting to be with Mandy. It’s almost over for now. The rest…the year of movies, I can deal with all that later. My thoughts instantly go to Linc, wondering if he’s looking for me, and how he’ll feel about what Vito wants me to do. He won’t like it, but it’s not like I have a choice, at least not until I get out of here and maybe can figure out some way out of the deal with this devil.

  When Vito starts taking off his shirt and then his pants, reality slams back into me, making my stomach roll. “Easy way?” he asks as he pulls the covers back, exposing me lying naked, hair still dripping wet from the shower. I’m so cold my body curls up in the fetal position. Seeing him naked, ugh, it’s like a big cup of disgusting coffee.

  “I’ll agree! I’ll sign whatever you want, I swear. Right now! Please!” I sit up and tell him, tugging the covers back over me.

  “Wonderful,” he says with an actual smile…or at least I guess it is. “Afterwards. Now, the easy way or hard way?”

  I don’t respond. I can’t. What is there to say? Either option ends the same.

  “Just so we’re clear, the hard way would be having James help me and then letting him have you.”

  I force myself up on shaky limbs to roll over so that I don’t have to look at him, standing beside the bed with not a shred of clothing on. He’s disgusting, and the idea of him touching me makes me sick on my empty stomach. But the idea of him and James…oh God. I dry heave into the mattress, glad there’s nothing in my stomach.

  The bed dips as he gets in and lifts the covers. My knees are tucked against my chest when his body presses
against my back. He brushes the hair from my neck and I heave again when his mouth touches my flesh. His palm strokes down my arm, over my leg and comes back up.

  “My wife was a beautiful woman,” he starts telling me for some unknown, creepy-ass reason while tears run down my face. “Young and curvy like you. It’s a shame I caught her in bed with my own brother and had to put a bullet in both of their heads. Maybe I overreacted, but by then it was too late.”

  Oh God. Why is he telling me this? To scare me? I was already terrified of him before, but now…

  “You will do what we agreed, and if not, I’ll take out your sister. Then your brother. Then the fighter if I have to.”

  His palm moves down and cups my ass right as the door explodes, the sudden splintering wood incredibly loud in the quiet room. I clutch the sheet to me as I sit up.

  A big man dressed in all black with a huge gun is aiming at Vito as he scrambles out of the bed. “Put your hands up now, and if you so much as twitch I will pull the trigger,” the man threatens in a deep authoritative voice. “Just ask the three assholes lying in pools of their own blood out front.”

  Oh please God let him be a cop. I examine him again and hiccup a sob when I see the shiny badge clipped to his belt. “Cooper!” the man yells. “Found her…and him. Cuffs, now!”

  A younger man with shaggy, dirty blond hair steps cautiously into the room with a gun out and at the ready. His eyes move quickly over me and then to Vito before he holsters the gun on his hip and approaches the older man. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” the new guy orders. “And ew, I really wish you had clothes on.” Vito follows his directive and a sigh of relief escapes me when I hear the click of metal locking around his wrists.

  The first cop, the big one, approaches me with palms up. “Are you okay? You’re Claire, right?” he asks softly. I nod in the affirmative, unable to speak. “You were here against your will?” I nod again, my body shivers so badly my teeth chatter. “Your boyfriend and brother have been frantically looking for you. I’ll call and tell them to meet us at the hospital.”

  I lose the last thread of sanity and break down at the mention of Linc and Mason.

  “Shh. It’s okay now,” the cop says. He drapes more covers around me and I’m immediately thankful for the added warmth. The tension in my body even starts to gradually relax knowing it’s all over, but I’m not sure if the tears will ever dry up. “I’m sorry it took us so long. Fucking bureaucratic red tape bullshit procedures,” he grumbles. “Coop, call for an ambulance. We’ll need four, but she goes first no matter what.”

  That’s the last thing I hear him say before I blackout.

  …

  Linc

  I stand up and stretch my back, still unwillin’ to let Claire’s hand go. She’s been in the same, unconscious state since they brought her into the emergency room at Duke seven hours ago. Once she was examined, they admitted her for observation. I barely resist shakin’ her fragile body covered by the thin hospital gown and beg her to wake up. I need to know she’s okay, even if the doctor’s assured us she seems physically fine. My chest aches knowin’ that when she does finally open her eyes, I’m gonna have to break her heart. Moisture clouds my vision because it’s all my fault for losin’ my temper on that asshole, and Claire and Mandy had to pay the consequences. I have no idea what happened to Claire over the twenty hours she was gone, and I’m not sure if I can handle the answer.

  “Where-where am I?” she softly asks. I wipe my face and glance up, thinkin’ I imagined the sound of her voice, but her light blue eyes are blinkin’ heavily as she searches the room.

  “Hey, baby, I’m so glad you’re awake. I’ll send Mace a message to get him up here,” I assure her, not letting go of her hand to pull out my phone and send him a text with shaky fingers. “You’re in the hospital. He went downstairs for a smoke and should be back any second.”

  “Said he quit.” She sighs. “So did Mandy. Is she here? Can I see her?” she asks, tryin’ to sit up.

  “Whoa,” I stop her with a hand on her shoulder. “You need to take it easy.”

  “I feel fine,” she says. “I don’t need to be in here.”

  “The doctors think you need to be here,” I tell her. “You’ve been through hell, baby.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with me,” she replies, but I know she’s lyin’ when her eyes lower. “I was just exhausted. Is Mandy awake? Do they still have her in ICU?”

  “No,” I say quietly with a shake of my head.

  “No, she’s not awake or no, she’s not in ICU?” she asks.

  “I’m so sorry, Claire,” I start, and then pussy out. Unable to find the words, I delay them. “She’s not awake and she’s not in ICU.”

  “Then where is she? A regular room? So she’s better? He said she'd start improving...”

  “Tell her, Linc,” Mace mutters when he appears in the doorway. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

  Lookin’ at Claire…I know what I’m waitin’ for. I want to memorize every inch of her face. God, why didn’t I take more pictures of her? I’m regrettin’ that oversight now that I know this is probably the last time I’ll ever see her.

  “Tell her!” Mace yells, makin’ Claire jump at his tone and volume, and snappin’ the last thread of control I had on my emotions. Hearin’ his pain…I hate puttin’ that burden on her, too.

  "Mason, what's wrong?" Claire asks.

  “I’m so…so sorry, baby,” I start. “Her heart stopped so many times…they couldn’t revive her.”

  “No,” she says, shakin’ her head and coverin’ her mouth when a sob escapes. All I want is to pull her into my arms and hold her, but when she jerks her hand from mine I know what’s comin’. At least Mace is here now to take care of her.

  “Claire –” I start.

  Palms still shielding her face, she shakes her head. Mace yanks me up with two fistfuls of my shirt and propels me toward the door.

  “I’m so sick of hearing your goddamn worthless apologies!” he bellows, and then he’s on me. Raisin’ my forearms I try to block the blows. I don’t even think about hittin’ him back in retaliation. He’s upset after losin’ his sister and needs an outlet other than the tears. Besides, I deserve so much worse than a beatin’.

  “Mason, stop!” Claire yells at him, at the same time a doctor and a nurse come in to try and pull Mace off of me. As soon as they do, his entire body sags in defeat. He gives up fightin’ and goes over to the side of the bed, wrappin’ Claire in his arms as they mourn the loss of their sister together. Not only do I feel like I’m intrudin’ on their grievin’, but I’m the one responsible for it.

  “Just go,” Claire says between sobs, without sparin’ me a glance. So, with one last look at her, I do as she asks and walk out of her life.

  Chapter Twenty

  Linc

  Three months later…

  “Do you think he would’ve been a fighter?”

  I smile as I consider Abby’s question. “Maybe,” I say with a squeeze to her hand.

  We stand in the graveyard, starin’ at the small granite headstone in silence for a few minutes, both of us imaginin’ all of the million possibilities that never came to be. Abby’s leukemia is thankfully in remission, but she still has to have chemo to make sure they get any remainin’ cancer cells and prevent a relapse.

  “I think he would’ve looked like you,” she says. “Blond hair, blue eyes. Probably just like the painting in your living room.”

  “Uh-huh,” I agree. Lately I look at that framed picture more than the television.

  “How’s your new project going?” she asks. “Leaving Footprints in the Sand, right?”

  “Yeah, and it’s great,” I tell her unable to hide my pride at the success. “Just had the third week with full occupancy. I think we’re gonna need more houses, and soon.”

  “I’m really proud of you. This is an incredible thing you’re doing, you know?”

  “Someone needed to
do it,” I say with a shrug.

  The idea had been to give me somethin’ positive to do to take my mind off Claire. The truth is, every second I’ve been workin’ on gettin’ the idea off the ground, organizin’ the travel arrangements and reservations for terminally ill patients to stand with their toes in the sand and see the ocean before leaving the Earth, I think of her. She’s the one who gave me the idea to use my beach house for an actual purpose.

  “Well,” Abby sighs. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me here. I hate to go so soon, but I better get home before the snow hits. Some of us don’t drive big ole’ four-wheel drive trucks.”

  “Yeah, you better. Be careful and text me to let me know when you get home,” I tell her.

  “Will do,” she says as she lets my hand go and starts walkin’ back to the parkin’ lot “Oh, and Linc?”

  “Yeah?” I ask. When I look back up Abby’s grinnin’ mischievously as she stands at the wrought iron cemetery gate, her hands shoved in her black pea coat pockets. I wait to see what she’s gonna hit me with. I know she hasn’t exactly given up on the idea of us gettin’ back together, but so far she’s yet to come out and say it. It’s only a matter of time until she thinks my broken heart has had time to heal. I’m not lookin’ forward to the day I have to tell Abby that even if it were possible for me to ever move on, which I have serious doubts about, bein’ friends is the absolute most I can offer her.

  “Merry Christmas,” she says, makin’ me sigh in relief that we thankfully won’t have to have that conversation today.

  “Merry Christmas,” I repeat, forcin’ a smile on my face that doesn’t last as long as it takes for the gate to swing shut behind her.

  Today’s even harder than usual. I feel the loss of not just one future but two. I keep waitin’ for it to get easier, but each day is harder than the one before. The nights seem even lonelier, to the point I considered settin’ fire to my entire house durin a more depressin’ episode last week. The stupid, empty structure continuously mocks me. But it’s too beautiful and perfect to burn to the ground. So instead, the next day I hired a realtor and put it up for sale. I’m not sure where I’ll live once I sell it, and I really don’t care.